Chapter 442

Enough to shatter an entire block of granite!

Xin He "wa" spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

His consciousness had not yet caught up with the changes in his body.

His eyes seemed covered by a layer of fog.

He could see nothing clearly.

He dazedly placed his hand on his abdomen, then raised it before his eyes to look.

Blood!

It was blood!

Fresh blood stained his hand red; he could even feel the warmth of that blood.

He looked down again; a pitch-black blade had pierced his abdomen.

It had pinned his entire body to the wall.

"Wa!" Xin He spat out another mouthful of fresh blood.

His consciousness was a bit blurred, yet it had caught up with his body's sensations.

The intense pain made him want to scream.

But.

He could not.

Upon the hilt of the blade.

A figure suddenly appeared.

He looked coldly at Xin He with his eyes, his pupils filled with chill.

This figure slowly raised his right fist.

Gathering force!

Swung down fiercely!

Accompanied by that fist colliding with Xin He's head.

Overwhelming power poured out like a flood.

Xin He did not even manage to let out a cry.

He was struck by this immense force and collapsed to the ground, paralyzed.

All signs of life were completely gone.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Ning Chen watched this scene coldly, his face devoid of any expression.

He slowly turned to look at Tang Lun.

Tang Lun's body went numb; he dared not move, while cold sweat streamed down his body, leaving him unable to exert strength.

Given Ning Chen's ghost-like movement, trying to escape would be a foolish dream.

At the same time.

Leaving one's back to an enemy is a very foolish choice.

So now.

Absolutely do not run!

Over these years, Tang Lun had killed many people.

Among them were criminals who killed without restraint, and also innocent children.

He boasted that in this life, no one could frighten him.

Some say that after killing many people, one's body carries a killing aura.

Tang Lun did not believe it.

But now.

Ning Chen made no move; he simply stared tightly at him.

Yet it was this cold gaze, this indifferent expression.

That left Tang Lun unable to move.

Perhaps because he had reached a life-or-death moment.

Tang Lun had no choice but to admit.

This person before his eyes.

Carried a killing aura!

Like a devil from the abyss!

Intent on taking every person's life!

Intent on dragging them underground to devour and feed madly!

That was a great calamity!

It was the master of hell!

A drop of sweat slid down from Tang Lun's body.

Dripped onto the ground.

Just as he was thinking about what to do next.

Ning Chen looked at him and said, "You now have two choices."

"Hm?" Tang Lun was startled.

Ning Chen picked up the black blade from the ground and held it in his hand.

"First, put down your weapons and tell me everything you know—no concealment whatsoever. In addition, you will become my mole. I will implant a micro bomb inside you. Disobey, and you die."

Saying this,

Ning Chen shook the implanted nanoscale locator in his hand.

He didn't need the other to know whether it was actually a bomb.

He only needed the other to be certain in his mind that it was.

He needed the other to feel he was being threatened and enslaved.

Immediately after,

Ning Chen spoke again: "Second, pick up your great knife and kill me."

Two paths.

Which do you choose?

Obviously.

One is the path to life.

The other is the path to death.

For people like them, their own lives are the most precious.

After all, surviving in a clan means eventually losing your head.

Escaping the clan this way isn't a bad option either.

Tang Lun hesitated.

At that moment,

an extremely faint voice sounded behind Ning Chen.

"I... choose... one..."

Ning Chen turned to look—Xin He was still alive.

He was drenched in blood, yet slowly raised his right hand and made a "one" gesture.

"Good," Ning Chen said to him, "I'll take you for treatment."

To be honest,

Ning Chen himself thought it was a miracle he was still alive.

But whether he could walk out of the hospital at this state was uncertain.

It didn't matter anyway.

After all, the information Ning Chen needed only required the other's obedience right now.

However,

a gunshot shattered Ning Chen's thoughts.