......
Bang!!!
A dull thud rang out.
Guan Long was sent flying, the shockwave blasting outward, kicking up dust and dirt.
In midair, his arms hung limp, twisted into unnatural shapes.
The terrifying force had traveled through his arms—he’d been flung away by that power.
Blood surged up and sprayed from his mouth midair.
Pfft!!!
The pain was searing.
He could feel that the ulna and radius beneath the skin and flesh of the arm he had just used to block had been completely shattered.
Guan Long’s heart was in chaos, too panicked to care about the pain.
His eyes darted quickly around, but there was no sign of Lu Ding.
He hurriedly shouted midair.
“Lu Ding, you...”
Before he could finish, Lu Ding answered with action.
A black shadow from his palm blanketed his vision in the blink of an eye.
He grabbed his head and stopped his midair flight, slamming him forcefully to the ground.
Bang!!!!
The ground caved in deeply, broken chunks of earth thrusting upward around the crater, highlighting just how much force had been used.
Lu Ding tilted his head slightly to the side, giving himself a clear view of the miserable state of the man beneath his hand.
Half of Guan Long’s face was now a mangled ss of blood and flesh.
Blood sprayed from his mouth, carrying with it a fragnt of a tooth—not quite yellow, not quite white.
Lu Ding pressed down on his head, twisting slightly, grinding his wounded face further into the gravelly dirt.
Pain!
Scorching pain.
Pain that bored deep into the bones!
From the wounds on his face, and from the shattered teeth in his mouth.
Hearing his muffled groans,
Lu Ding pressed down harder and asked, “Feels good, huh? Hmm?”
“Talk.”
“Lu... Lu Ding... you assaulted a colleague... you’ll be punished for this...”
As Guan Long tried to speak, Lu Ding yanked his hair, lifting his head, and smashed it into the ground again.
Bang!!!
Then he replied, “I’m with Yunhai 749. You’re with Xitong 749. If you wanna punish , you’ll have to drag back to Yunhai.”
“You’ll have to go to Yunhai yourself, file as the plaintiff, and confront face to face. You got the guts to step foot in Yunhai?”
Lu Ding wasn’t exaggerating—he was the pride of Yunhai 749.
His presence made Yunhai 749 greater.
He was also a major source of confidence and pride for many ordinary investigators there.
This wasn’t a secret.
Guan Long knew that, and it was why he didn’t dare talk tough with Lu Ding.
Offending Lu Ding, then going to Yunhai—it’s no different than offending a Shaolin abbot and then trying to fight the Eighteen Arhats.
Those guys would beat you to death—or worse.
They’d make sure you wished you were dead.
Guan Long’s lips trembled in humiliation.
“I was wrong, okay? I was wrong! I’ll apologize! I’ll apologize to him!”
“Apologize?”
Lu Ding kept his hand pressed on his head, holding him firmly against the ground. He clenched his other hand into a fist and smashed it down.
Bang!!!!
“Apologize!!” Bang!! “Apologize!!” Bang!! “Apologize!!” Bang!!
Now you know how to apologize?
Too late.
Fist after fist.
The good side of Guan Long’s face soon turned into a bloody ss as well.
His once full set of teeth was now down to just a single front tooth barely hanging on.
Seeing this lone survivor,
Lu Ding grabbed his cheeks with one hand, and with the other hand pinched the tooth like a pair of pliers.
Guan Long, semi-conscious, suddenly snapped awake.
He shook his head, pleading for rcy.
“Uuuuuuuh... no... no...”
“Say sothing and do it. I’m not looking to share your family na.”
Crack!!!
“AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!”
A pig-slaughtering scream ripped through the air.
Breaking a tooth and ripping it out? That’s a whole different level of pain.
Watching Guan Long curl up in the pit, clutching his mouth, writhing in agony like a big fat maggot,
Lu Ding stood up.
He raised his bloodstained hand, examining the long front tooth—about the length of two finger joints, root and all.
He said, “Most people have canine teeth on the sides. Yours grew in the middle. No wonder you bark like a dog.”
“I pulled it out for you this ti. You should thank . Go on—say thank you.”
Guan Long’s hand trembled as it covered his mouth. Blood oozed through his fingers.
Tears from the pain stread uncontrollably down his face.
He mumbled, “Tha... thank...”
Lu Ding was satisfied.
He bent down,
and placed the tooth upright next to Guan Long.
“Here’s a keepsake. Drill a hole in it and wear it around your neck. This tooth—I pulled it. It’s the glory of your f***ing life.”
He stood up.
His gaze swept the area.
Bai Hen and Wang Qingge stood in front of the other investigators.
Neither of them said a word.
But their posture said everything—go ahead, try taking a single step forward today!
The other investigators weren’t stupid.
They didn’t move a muscle.
Most importantly, Wei Hong hadn’t said anything.
If he didn’t move, that was his stance.
If he really wanted to stop Lu Ding, he’d be the first one charging in.
Wei Hong sighed and walked over, glancing at the crumpled Guan Long.
His eyes were full of resignation.
Running your mouth in front of Lu Ding? That’s just begging for a beating.
As for speaking up for Guan Long?
Forget it.
Wei Hong already tried. Guan Long didn’t appreciate it.
Otherwise, why would he keep mouthing off even after Wei Hong told him to shut up?
Wei Hong glanced around and didn’t see Cha Yuanzheng anywhere.
In his heart, he guessed—Cha Yuanzheng was probably done for.
But even if he was, there should at least be a body.
He asked, “Brother Lu, where’s Cha Yuanzheng’s corpse?”
Lu Ding raised a finger toward the puddle of blood at the bottom of the crater. “That’s all that’s left.”
Wei Hong went silent.
And then the nickna hit him belatedly.
Right—there are no wrong nicknas, only wrong nas.
Corpse-Shattering Taishui, Corpse-Poetry Taishui...
Nobody ever said it’d be this literal.
Great.
Now Wei Hong had a new variation of Lu Ding’s nickna in his head:
Corpse-Shattering Taishui, emphasis on the “Shatter.”
Truly a man of both brains and brawn.
Poetry and pugilism, elegance and violence—all in one package...
If you don’t understand the refined stuff, well, Lu Ding can also knock you out cold.
Wei Hong put aside thoughts of Cha Yuanzheng.
He whispered to Lu Ding, “Brother Lu... today’s situation is getting tricky.”
“Bai Baoce and Bai Baolian both died one after the other—the Bai Family’s bound to be shaken.”
“My suggestion, just a suggestion, alright...”
“Ow...”
Before he could finish, a groan ca from the ground. Guan Long again.
Wei Hong’s face darkened: “F***’s sake. Soone co drag him off, his whining’s pissing off!!”
With Wei Hong giving the word, Bai Hen finally stepped aside.
A few investigators ca forward and carried Guan Long away.
Wei Hong kept talking. “My advice—put the Ba’er Mountain situation on hold for now. We can’t guarantee the Bai Family won’t go full rabid dog mode.”
User Comments
0 comments from readers