Chapter 119: Where Are You Running To?

The body of Xiaosi from the criminal gang lay on the ground, and the sharp-featured, monkey-cheeked man beside him said tremblingly: "This... this kid is a martial artist, Boss, what do we do?"

Take money to do a job, but one must have a life to spend it.

The man called Boss narrowed his murky eyes and glared at him viciously: "Damn it, with so many of us, are we still afraid of one pretty boy?"

The person at his side echoed.

"Exactly."

"What's there to fear?"

"Their car already crashed into the Abandoned Warehouse, they can't escape."

Jin Shaoyu lay over the steering wheel, his bones aching as if they had been crushed; his vision was a blurred, scarlet mess, and he moved his fingers with difficulty, hearing the voice of Ling Wu intermittently at his ear...

Ling Wu tossed his long blade into mid-air, caught it with his left hand in a fluid motion, and drew another soft blade wrapped around his waist.

"Whoosh!"

The long blade in Ling Wu's left hand was stained with fresh blood that slid down from the tip of the blade, gathered at the point, and dripped onto the ground by his feet, while the blade in his right hand was cold, clearly reflecting the figures of the several gang members like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, and he stood there quietly and elegantly: "I usually only use a single blade, consider yourselves honored... come at me together."

When the youth said the latter half of the sentence, his voice was relaxed, yet clearly carried a murderous aura.

"Damn!"

"What is that pretty boy acting so arrogant for?!"

"Brothers, get him! Break his hands, I want to mount him and have some fun."

Several people menacingly grabbed Steel Pipes and ran toward him; Ling Wu was a martial artist, and regardless of fighting or swordsmanship, he only recognized three elements:

Fast!

Accurate!

Ruthless!

Ling Wu's wrist turned, and the blade, thin as a cicada's wing, trembled along with it; the cold light of the blade was sharp, flashing with a dangerous luster in the sunlight.

The movements of these people were full of holes in his eyes.

Ling Wu sidestepped the Steel Pipe that was being violently swung at him, thrust his wrist out, and the thin, iron-cutting blade pierced the abdomen of the man in front of him; he kicked out, held his arm level, and backhanded a cut across the throat of the man behind him.

"Squelch!"

Warm blood spurted out, splashing onto everyone's faces, necks, backs of hands, and clothes; experiencing such bloody violence at close range was undoubtedly a visual shock and a trembling of the soul.

"Reaction is too slow." Ling Wu twirled the long blade, shook the blood off it, half of his jade-white face stained with blood, looking like a vengeful ghost: "... even if you have more people, the advantage is mine."

Someone in the criminal gang couldn't stand it anymore and started to retreat.

"Stay away from him!"

"Run!"

"Don't stand together!"

"..."

Several of them ran toward the Abandoned Warehouse, while the remaining one circled halfway around the off-road vehicle and sprinted toward the distant highway, his steps staggering and his back panicked, as if there were monsters behind him.

Ling Wu's eye sockets were stained scarlet by blood; he gripped the hilt of the blade so hard his knuckles creaked, kicked the corpse on the ground fiercely, and turned back with a somewhat mechanical, wooden expression.

The person running toward the highway had only gone a few meters before Ling Wu caught up to him; he was kicked violently in the lower back, lost his balance, and fell face-first onto the ground with a thud.

"Ah!"

Then, he heard a chilling voice from behind: "You come when you want, you leave when you want; did I say you could run?"

He struggled to get up to resist, but his wrist was stepped on hard by Ling Wu, the pain causing him to curl up on the ground and howl in a way that made one's scalp tingle.

"Ugh... ah!"

"Spare me!"

Ling Wu acted as if he hadn't heard, the tip of his blade moving from the man's left shoulder down to his heart, his voice sounding quite dissatisfied: "You're the one who was driving the truck on the right, right?"

He gave a pale smile: "Begging me to spare you?"

The man on the ground begged repeatedly: "I have elderly parents and young children at home, please spare me... I will be grateful to you for the rest of my life, I beg you."

"I don't want to die yet!"

Ling Wu yanked his hair up, the laziness and nonchalance from before gone, his usually cold and self-restrained eyes filled with hatred: "Then why wouldn't you spare me! Why wouldn't you spare my younger brother!"

"You don't want to die, so does that mean others deserve to die instead?!"

"Just because you have family, just because you have elderly parents and young children, your life is the only one that counts, while others' lives are just blades of grass, right?!"

Ling Wu stood up slowly, looking down from above with a disdainful gaze; the pupils looking up at him were full of turbidity, and he pierced the beating heart with his blade, pinning the man to the ground.

Then he headed toward the Abandoned Warehouse.

At this moment, two helicopters landed in the wilderness, and several people stepped down from them; the man leading them was named Lin Ye, who had a large green dragon tattoo on his neck, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, looking heroic and spirited.

Lin Ye saw Ling Wu and gave a standard salute: "Boss!"

These people were all sent by Ling Wu from the Federation a long time ago to protect Jin Shaoyu, helping him resolve many hidden dangers and arriving at the scene the moment unavoidable accidents occurred.

Lin Ye glanced at the corpse on the ground and slid his two fingers together; the people behind him saw his order, took a sealed glass bottle from their pockets, poured the light blue liquid onto the corpse, and lit it with a lighter.

The sky-high priced Corpse Dissolving Water sold on the black market could burn a body without leaving a trace, so that even the police's forensic equipment couldn't find a single clue.

Lin Ye asked: "That group of people in the Abandoned Factory..."

"I will go kill them myself." Ling Wu looked toward the Abandoned Factory and instructed sternly: "Shao Yu is still in the car, hurry and send him to the hospital, not a moment can be delayed."

"Give me two bottles of Corpse Dissolving Water."

Lin Ye: "Understood!"

After giving his instructions, Ling Wu took his blade and entered the factory alone.

Inside the off-road vehicle, Jin Shaoyu still had a sliver of clear consciousness; he heard the fighting and shouting outside and could analyze that people had probably died, and later... it seemed another group of people had arrived, and they called Ling Wu "Boss."

Who were they?

Jin Shaoyu watched that thin, tall back enter the factory.

His consciousness gradually sank, and he slowly closed his eyes...

Until a dozen seconds later, the door of the off-road vehicle was opened, and he felt his body being touched; Jin Shaoyu heard someone calling him and struggled to open his eyes, but his heavy eyelids only lifted a crack, and what came into view was a large Azure Dragon tattoo.

Jin Shaoyu closed his eyelids and sank into a deep unconsciousness.

At this moment, inside the Abandoned Factory.

Ling Wu walked in holding two knives, the bloodstains on his white shirt somewhat dried, looking like blooming red plum blossoms; he flexed his wrists, his eyes carrying a weary laziness: "Since you've all come."

"At least a few of you have to die for this to end, right."

【Male supporting character, are you trying to see how many die? You want to kill them all...】

【Nothing to criticize here, this is my master!】

【So satisfying, thinking about how A-Wu choked my neck last night is even more satisfying!】

【The one in front, stop blathering, I was just punished by A-Wu last night, my butt still hurts now.】

【Holy mother of god, the male supporting character is truly spectacular whether he's a bottom or a top!】

【Why didn't you tell me earlier that the male supporting character had such an exciting persona? It's too hot, I'm just going to slurp, slurp, slurp, and be his sycophant.】

【You male supporting character fans are eating so well! I'm jealous! I regret not buying in sooner...】

【The one in front, we said it before, you were the one who cursed the loudest back then!】

The entire factory was exceptionally silent.

Suddenly, a faint movement came from behind the idle wooden shelves; Ling Wu was sharp-eared and keen-eyed, so he certainly didn't think it was the sound of a rat; his footsteps were silent, and then he slowly bent down, catching the person opposite off guard as he locked eyes with their black-and-white, distinct pupils...

Ling Wu was not only not startled, but he also curled his blood-stained lips; that smile was like a crumbling mask, his skin very white, his eyes very bright.

"Ah!"

The person opposite was so frightened they let out a cry.

"Run!"

The surroundings were all Ling Wu's people; where did they think they could run to?