Such a good opportunity.
Watching Muto's two disciples walk into the house, if what Xiaofan had placed in front of the computer just now was the bomb Han designed for him, even if it couldn't blow the two old n inside to smithereens, it could at least severely injure them.
If he could bomb them until they lost their combat capabilities, then facing only Muto, Xiaofan would have nothing to fear.
Quietly taking out the remote control he designed earlier, Xiaofan pressed the bomb he had just thrown into the house. A faint smile crossed his lips.
Even if I can't blow you to death, at least I can blast you like African chickens.
"Third Brother. Fourth Brother, co out quickly."
It seed that Muto saw the smile at the corner of Xiaofan's mouth and urgently shouted to his two disciples who had rushed into the house.
"Bang."
A burst of firelight erged from the room. Following that, two elders, covered in flas, were directly blasted out of the building.
'Pa pa pa pa'
The two imdiately began slapping the sparks on their bodies; because of the explosion, gasoline had splashed on them, and no matter how much they slapped, they couldn't quickly extinguish the flas.
Helpless, the two elders had to peel off their jackets directly.
And with such a good opportunity, how could Xiaofan just stand by and watch?
With a shift of his steps, Xiaofan seized the opportunity to attack the two elders who were changing clothes.
Muto, who had been watching Xiaofan, suddenly bent forward, blocking Xiaofan's path.
Xiaofan had long anticipated Muto would try to obstruct him, and with a turn of his steps, he imdiately circled around from the left, throwing a toothpick at Muto. With the ti gained, Xiaofan continued his attack on the two elders who were completely unprepared.
Just one more kill, and Xiaofan could stand undefeated, even if Muto and a disciple tead up; Xiaofan would find a way to maneuver on this island.
"Move out of the way..." Muto shouted angrily as he chased after Xiaofan.
Muto was nearly certain now, that one of his disciples who had been with him for decades had already died by Xiaofan's hand.
And coupled with his most beloved closed-door disciple Lingze, it's ti to settle this score.
Following Muto's roar, the two elders imdiately moved back.
Xiaofan continued to pursue one of them.
With his speed, catching up to soone eager to retreat was easy, but Muto was pressing closely. The elder who had just evaded also followed behind.
Once he succeeded, he might expose himself to Muto's attack. However, if he missed this opportunity, he'd be encircled by three people, which was not good for Xiaofan.
Pursue, keep pursuing, as long as he can strike the target before Muto can make a move, even if it's dangerous.
The old man, feeling Xiaofan's persistent pursuit, was a bit shocked; he didn't expect this young man to completely lock down his opportunity; no matter how he escaped, he couldn't shake him off, and the distance Xiaofan covered was decreasing.
The threat of death filled his heart, being suppressed without any ability to counter in just one move; this young man was really determined to kill him.
However, the elder, who had rich combat experience, thought of a way to turn defeat into victory at the last mont.
If the distance grew closer and Muto didn't reach him at the mont he struck, even if he didn't die, he'd be severely injured.
Once severely injured, he would be easily finished off by this kid with a single toothpick.
So...
'Whizz.'
The elder suddenly turned back, striking at the relentlessly pursuing Xiaofan.
This seemingly sudden strike, however, didn't catch Xiaofan off guard; with his opportunity locked, he had noticed the mont the elder struck.
With his frontal advantage, Xiaofan launched a palm strike to et the attack.
'Bang...'
In a direct face-to-face clash, the elder was no match for Xiaofan, imdiately being blasted back several steps and falling.
Once Xiaofan continued his pursuit, he could directly kill the elder, but at this mont, Muto caught up, and as Xiaofan withdrew his hand, an attack ca from behind.
Because just now, the elder suddenly attacked from behind, which greatly shortened the distance between Xiaofan and Muto, so in this situation, he couldn't both dodge Muto and kill the elder.
He could only choose one.
Although Xiaofan really wanted to kill the opponent here, but if Muto injured him, dealing with three people with an injured body would be exhausting.
Here, a wound to the tendons ant almost certain death.
Helplessly, Xiaofan had to give up on pursuing the elder. Facing Muto's fierce palm wind, Xiaofan could only reach out to block it, borrow the montum to retreat several ters, and stared blankly at the three.
After the exchange, both sides seed evenly matched. No one gained the upper hand.
Seizing the mont, Xiaofan quickly took out the very ugly-looking remote control from his pocket and pressed it all down.
'Bang, bang, bang...'
The factory, already burning, ignited again following Xiaofan's consecutive detonations, setting half the sky ablaze.
"Black Mantis..."
Muto stared at the increasingly large red blaze, and the flas that started burning in the computer room. Muto really had the urge to chew Xiaofan alive.
"What's your guidance, little lord?"
The whole person was relaxed. Nothing mattered anymore. If he could have left before Muto discovered him, perhaps he could have left with Leng Yue on the boat smoothly.
But even so, Xiaofan didn't have a bit of fear. Since the information on HLY007 had been destroyed by him, his responsibility was lifted, and Zuimo had already taken the antidote. Now, he could say he was completely stress-free.
Yes, with life and death out of mind, Xiaofan never considered the survival; if he feared it, he wouldn't have dared set foot on this island.
"You have such a good life, why do you insist on opposing us?" Muto asked angrily.
"I oppose you? What a joke. Do you think I don't want to live well? Who added my na to the Assassination Order, and who took away my lover? Do you think I'm here to drink the northwest wind because I'm bored?"
Facing Xiaofan's questioning, Muto had nothing to say.
After all, working for their respective masters, discussing these here holds little aning.
"What about my disciple?"
"Dead."
Clear question, straightforward answer.
"And the information?" Clearly, this question was most crucial.
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