Everyone had not expected that Song Yang would be defeated so quickly, with just one move. The three people who had co with Song Yang were even more shocked. Seeing Song Yang defeated, they imdiately stepped forward a few paces, standing in front, radiating a fierce aura, with eyes sparking like electricity, shooting out fearso sharpness. One of them pointed at Luo Zheng and shouted,"Kid, you've got so nerve. It's my turn now."
Luo Zheng saw the military bearing in the man, evident in every gesture; it was the kind of deanor one could only acquire from ti spent in a military camp. Luo Zheng dropped his stance and gave the man a cold look. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the watch on the man's wrist, identical to the one Zhou Gang had worn during the last attack on the Wild Wolf rcenary Group base. He imdiately realized the implication and looked aningfully at Song Yang, thinking of the helicopter pilot who had t a tragic death. Luo Zheng's anger flared even more.
"Kid, if you don't fight back, don't bla for being rude," the burly man said, dissatisfied.
"Your watch, did he give it to you?" Luo Zheng asked coldly, glancing at the others, who all wore the sa type of watch.
"How did you know?" the man asked in surprise, looking at Luo Zheng.
"In consideration of your semblance of a soldier, let tell you, soone previously wearing such a watch ended up betraying their comrades. There's a GPS chip inside the watch. If you don't believe , you can open it and check. You've been bought with a re watch. It's shaful. Don't tell you were unaware, thinking it was a fraternal gift," Luo Zheng said coldly, his eyes flicking towards Song Yang.
The other n, upon hearing this, also turned their heads to look at Song Yang, noticing his unnatural expression. This convinced them sowhat, and the thought that their whereabouts were completely monitored made their faces turn ugly. After casting a deep look at Song Yang, the three n exchanged glances, full of aning, gave Luo Zheng a look, and turned to leave.
"Damn it, I'll fight you with my life," Song Yang, seeing the three people he had managed to invite leaving like this, was suddenly furious. He got up and, thundering with rage, pounced on Luo Zheng.
Ghost Hand, impatient, flicked a small sofa over, hitting Song Yang directly on the shin. The emotionally out-of-control Song Yang wasn't paying attention and tripped over, howling in pain as he got up, resembling a wounded beast. He glared coldly at Luo Zheng and roared as he pounced again, ready to fight desperately.
"Stop!" A demure girl hurried over, shouting loudly.
Hearing the voice, the furious Song Yang actually stopped and regained so semblance of reason. He turned his head to look at the newcor, with his face changing color, he shouted, "Damn you, go to hell," and once again lunged at Luo Zheng.
Luo Zheng had lost interest in fighting with Song Yang. Since he could not deal a deadly blow, he simply dodged, tripping Song Yang, who, in his uncontrollable emotions, had lost all technique. Song Yang tried to strike after getting up, but found the demure girl standing in front of him, her face calm as water, eyes filled with disappointnt.
"?" Song Yang shouted angrily. "Get out of the way. It's because of this bastard that I'm in this ss. I'm going to kill him."
"Slap!" The demure girl smacked him across the face, her expression one of disappointnt in soone failing to et expectations. Song Yang, clutching his face, fell silent, his angry gaze gradually clearing, becoming more rational.
"Little sister, why has it co to this?" The demure girl walked up to Gui Fang and asked, her gaze casually sweeping over Luo Zheng and Ghost Hand, uncertain, before turning to Ghost Hand and asking, "Are you Gui Man?"
"Who are you?" Ghost Hand was uncertain of the other's identity and asked in surprise and doubt.
"Idiot, she's Song Yun, Song Yang's sister. Don't you recognize her?" Gui Fang said with a giggling smile.
"So it is you, still as fond of fighting as ever. This person looks unfamiliar. Who is…?" The quietly beautiful woman asked with surprise and doubt as she looked towards Luo Zheng, while searching her mories, only to realize she had absolutely no recollection of him.
"This is my brother. Your brother throws tantrums, shouting for a fight and no one can stop him. I've recorded everything just now, you can watch the video. There might be so misunderstanding here. Ask your brother; he wouldn't say anything. If you keep making a fuss, I won't be polite anymore," Ghost Hand said coldly, providing an explanation that also saved-face for the other party.
"My brother wouldn't start a fight without a reason, I'm clear on that; there must be a cause. How may I address you?" The quietly beautiful girl said, looking puzzled as she turned to Luo Zheng again.
Having joined National Blade, everything was a national secret; Luo Zheng naturally wouldn't reveal it. He turned his head and was horrified to see a man in the crowd aiming a pistol at the quiet beauty, his eyes emitting a chilling murderous intent. Luo Zheng was shocked and without hesitation threw himself towards the woman.
"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, a person fell, and the bullet lodged itself in Luo Zheng's arm. Luckily it was just a pistol and not very powerful.
"Bastard." Ghost Hand was the first to react, his move swift as lightning. A small, short throwing knife whistled through the air, embodying Ghost Hand's angry killing intent, and buried itself into the gunman's arm. The assailant, not expecting Ghost Hand to be so formidable and quick, retracted his arm too late. Knowing he was facing a master and that his arm was wounded, he needed ti to shift hands and shoot again – ti that a master could use to catch up. The gunman did not dare linger, pressing his wound, he ran frantically towards the outside.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye. By the ti everyone reacted, the gunman was already rushing toward the gate. Ghost Hand was in hot pursuit, while Luo Zheng sprung up, clutched at the gunshot wound, and ignoring the shocked quiet beauty on the ground, he chased after them towards the gate.
Outside the gate, Luo Zheng saw Ghost Hand had caught up with the assailant and was delivering a ferocious combination of punches. The opponent, calm and powerful, was holding his own and would not be losing if it weren't for the injury to his arm. Luo Zheng was taken aback realizing the man was a skilled fighter. He rushed forward like a cheetah, blocking the assailant's retreat and launched a kick as powerful as a steel whip, accompanied by the sound of rushing air.
The attacker did not expect Luo Zheng to have caught up so quickly. With his escape route blocked, he had no choice but to throw himself at Ghost Hand with all his might. Ghost Hand was incensed too, magically producing two short knives in his hands, held one with the blade up and the other down. His hands beca a blur of many images as he rapidly and fiercely lunged toward the attacker.
"Pfft, pfft, pfft!" The sounds of blades tearing flesh resounded. The major arteries in the chest and neck were severed, blood spurted, and with a dreadful scream, the gunman was sent flying far by a kick from Luo Zheng from behind, falling to the ground. Struggling, he managed to crawl up, only to have Ghost Hand take an angry step forward and deliver a kick straight to the assailant's jaw. The body flipped over and landed heavily on the ground, breathing faintly, the eyes hazily staring into the Void, filled with unwillingness and yearning.
"Bastard, who the hell are you?" Ghost Hand cursed angrily and looking towards Luo Zheng, asked, "Are you alright?"
"It's not a big issue, just need to get the bullet out," Luo Zheng said solemnly, his eyes fixed on the assailant, feeling sowhat baffled. He thought back to the gunshot and began to ponder, "Who exactly was the attacker after?"
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