113: Chapter 113 Help!
113: Chapter 113 Help!
At this mont, the more than twenty people, watching Zhang Dongyang slowly approach them, all felt an inexplicable chill rise in their hearts, especially Dongyang’s sharp gaze, which was even piercing their eyes.
Such a gaze was terrifying!
As if he was a Killing God!
If that kid is already so formidable, then what about this guy?
The group hesitated to move, especially wary of the Military Dagger that Dongyang held horizontally in his hand.
The boss had told them when they set out that they mustn’t slip up.
Although the boss had warned them that these people would not be easy to deal with, after seeing the photographs, they seed to be just a high school student and a father with a rustic air, nothing more.
Bringing more than twenty people, they thought they were being cautious enough.
However, now it seed they might have underestimated these two.
Moreover, in order to avoid a manslaughter charge, they brought only batons.
Dammit, if only we had known, we should have brought so knives.
The group was full of regret, but the man with the scarred face couldn’t stand still any longer.
“Fuck, attack, you waste of space!
Kill them, and if anything happens, I’ll take care of it,” his collapsed nose making his voice sound crazed.
Hearing this, the others slowly began to surround Zhang Dongyang.
Zhang Fan wasn’t the least bit worried, since witnessing his dad’s explosive combat power, he had beco even more curious about his father.
Was his dad really just a forr soldier, and nothing more?
“et your end.”
The group shouted loudly, raising their batons, and pounced toward Zhang Dongyang.
Zhang Fan, bending at the waist, grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds from the stone table, continuously stuffing them into his mouth while watching every move his father made.
Zhang Dongyang stopped, the Military Dagger in his right hand spinning in his fingers, dancing at his fingertips.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and in the next mont, he bent forward slightly, kicked off fiercely with his feet, and shot out like a Flying Arrow.
“So fast!”
Zhang Fan’s eyes bulged, stunned by his father’s explosive speed.
In an instant, Dongyang arrived in front of a man.
He flicked his Military Dagger lightly, then quickly turned around, chopping a hand onto another’s neck.
Imdiately, one man scread in agony, one slumped to the ground, passed out.
Dongyang strode forward, reaching another man.
His left hand ford a fist and struck the chest of the other.
“Crack!”
The sound of bones breaking was heard on the spot.
Raising his leg, he kicked, shattering another’s knee with a direct strike.
Zhang Fan was stunned, watching his dad in action, he was at a loss for words.
In his heart at this mont, there were only two words: Really cool!
“Don’t hold back, damn it, beat them to death,” the scarred face roared, clutching his nose as he sat on the ground, watching people charge forth and fall one by one, his eyes gleaming with a vengeful light.
But soon, his eyes widened in shock.
The attackers were retreating continuously, their bodies trembling, and now, of that dense crowd, only a re seven were still standing.
The others lay on the ground, so clutching their chests, wailing in pain; so moaning miserably, holding their arms and legs; while others lay motionless.
Zhang Dongyang’s face was expressionless, his body, like a shadowy afterimage, charged at the seven retreating n.
Seeing this, the seven n imdiately threw down their batons and ran for their lives.
However, the scarred man was sitting right behind them.
Imdiately, seven people collided with Scarface’s body and fell to the ground, but in a mont, they scrambled to their feet, no longer concerned about who was underneath them, and hurriedly ran toward the door.
Countless feet trampled over Scarface, leaving nothing but footprints on his body.
However, at this ti, he didn’t have the luxury of dealing with these people’s troubles, as cold sweat covered his forehead.
Following the others, he ran towards the doorway.
Yet, when they reached the door, they ca to a sudden stop.
Zhang Dongyang, who had been unnoticed before, was now standing at the doorway.
The military dagger in his hand dripped with fresh blood.
At this mont, he seed like a Killing God, his dense killing aura shattered the psychological defenses of Scarface and his group.
“Don’t kill ,” Scarface said.
Scarface kept retreating, oblivious to the blood dripping wildly from his smashed nose, his expression filled with extre terror.
Zhang Dongyang did not speak, but slowly closed in on the n.
Approaching one man, he thrust the military dagger into his thigh.
“Thump!”
Scarface’s legs gave way and he fell heavily to his knees as he watched the seven slowly collapsing.
“Don’t kill , don’t kill ,” he begged.
Scarface had never felt such fear before, not even when a knife sliced his own face.
He had never known fear then.
But now it was different.
The silent Zhang Dongyang seed poised to end his life at any mont.
Right then, he felt the threat of death as if the man before him had indeed killed countless others.
Zhang Fan was startled by his father’s fierce and decisive actions.
He rushed over and said to his father, “These people aren’t dead, right?”
The rigid expression on Zhang Dongyang’s face imdiately softened, transforming from a Killing God into what seed like a simple and honest farr.
“It’s nothing, just a bit of bloodletting, a few broken bones,” Zhang Dongyang said, bending down to rub his military dagger on one man’s body.
The man on the ground opened his mouth wide and trembled, as if the dagger was stabbing into his flesh.
Relieved by his father’s response, Zhang Fan relaxed.
The military dagger that his father kept swinging around had truly frightened him.
If by so chance soone were to die, things would get out of hand.
Zhang Fan turned around, let out a low chuckle, and then kicked Scarface in the chest, pinning him to the ground, and asked in a low voice, “Now, can you say who sent you?”
Devoid of his previous arrogance, Scarface quickly replied, “Our boss sent us.”
Zhang Fan rolled his eyes and kicked Scarface again, “What, did Earthlings send you?”
God damn it, boss—who knows who your boss is?
Scarface let out a pained groan and quickly added, “The owner of the Starlight Hotel, Long Xiao.”
Zhang Fan nodded, although he had a rough idea who it was, he needed to ask to feel at ease.
Zhang Fan smirked wickedly, looking at the terrified Scarface, ready to scare him even more.
He turned to his dad and winked fiercely, “Dad, what do we do?
Should we bury these guys?”
Zhang Dongyang imdiately understood Zhang Fan’s intentions and turned to get a shovel from the kitchen.
He threw it next to Scarface and said, “Bury them in the back hill?”
“Works for .
The woods are dense there; burying them for seven or eight years, probably no one would find out,” Zhang Fan said with a sinister smile as he bent down, grabbed the shovel, and pretended to be ready to bury them.
Scarface trembled violently, promptly crying out, “Brother, I was wrong, I was truly wrong.
I’ll never bother you again, please let us go.”
“Beep beep beep!”
Just then, the ringing of a mobile phone ca from Scarface’s pocket.
Scarface hastily took out the phone.
Seeing that it was Long Xiao calling, he imdiately shouted, “Boss, save !”
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