Chapter 750: Chapter 743 Can We Still Talk Properly
Chapter 743 Can We Even Have a Proper Conversation Anymore?
“Kid, stop pretending. Should I address you as Lord Death God or should I call you K-9?”
Su Yong gently shut the door, his eyes filled with a strange hint of amusent.
“Oh? I’m sorry, Director Su, I don’t quite understand what you’re talking about.” Zifeng’s brows furrowed slightly, clearly having no intention of entertaining him.
“You may not admit it, but even if you hide it well, I think your aura shouldn’t change, right?”
“Director Su, if there’s nothing else, I need to go ho to my wife.”
Zifeng didn’t care about Su Yong’s motives at all.
He just really didn’t want to deal with him.
“Lord Death God, since you’re back, why care about a mont’s delay? Even if you leave today, what about the future? We will et again.”
Zifeng had just reached Su Yong’s shoulder when his body halted.
He said coldly, “Director Su, you might have mistaken for soone else. But if you insist on being stubborn, suit yourself.”
After speaking, Zifeng, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, headed straight for the outside.
“Stop right there!”
Su Yong suddenly turned around, a hefty hand landing on Zifeng’s shoulder.
The man’s cold gaze instantly grew colder, “Director Su, don’t push . I’ve practiced Taekwondo for two years.”
“Heh, Death God, I don’t believe you can keep this act up for long!”
Su Yong chuckled, the strength in his wrist suddenly increasing significantly.
His five fingers clenched suddenly, gripping tightly just above the collarbone on Zifeng’s shoulder.
Su Yong, with his knowledge of human anatomy, was very clear.
If too much force is applied to the human collarbone, it can cause paralysis throughout the body.
However, Zifeng’s body was slippery like an eel.
With just a slight shimmy of his shoulder, the bones seed to co alive, sliding right through Su Yong’s grip!
Seizing the mont, Zifeng quickly spun around Su Yong’s wrist, freeing himself in an instant.
He chuckled, “I’m telling you, Director Su, you, with the rank of a director, aren’t really trying to play these tricks with , are you?”
“Lord Death God, it’s been a few years since we’ve seen each other. I, Su Yong, don’t believe that’s all the skill you have. Co on! Show your true power!”
Su Yong gave a reckless smile, his feet shifting as he lunged toward Zifeng once more.
“I’ve already said, I’m not any kind of god, alive or dead. Why won’t you believe ?”
Zifeng shook his head, resigned. Since Su Yong wanted to play, he might as well indulge him.
In truth, Su Yong was eighty percent sure Zifeng was the Death God, but deep down, he still harbored twenty percent doubt. They had fought each other five years ago, but back then, Zifeng had always worn a mask, and even later, when defeating Su Yong at the station, Zifeng was still masked. So, Su Yong had never really seen Zifeng’s true face; he only recognized him by his aura.
If he had been one hundred percent certain, he wouldn’t have bothered with this charade.
Swish, swish, swish.
Su Yong was fast, his overbearing fist creating a whistling wind as it hamred towards Zifeng’s chest.
Although his speed was as slow as an ant in Zifeng’s eyes.
Yet, Zifeng still displayed very average skills, dodging, weaving, twisting, turning, every kind of evasion.
Instantly, a dramatic scene unfolded within the interrogation room.
Zifeng kept dodging around the room, while Su Yong, like a dog, kept swinging his fists wildly.
Every ti his fist ca close to Zifeng’s clothes, the man’s dodging speed was unbelievably fast, suddenly accelerating and then slowing down again, just waiting for Su Yong to co at him.
As ti went on, Su Yong grew furious.
It seed like he was just being played with like a dog.
Enraged, he roared and kicked the table away, his body jumping from one side to the other.
However, just as he jumped from this side to that side of the table, he found Lin Zifeng had jumped from that side to this!
Su Yong jumped back again, and Lin Zifeng followed suit.
After going back and forth a dozen tis, Su Yong was exhausted.
Even though he had once served on the frontier, he still couldn’t withstand this kind of theatrical leaping.
“What’s the matter? Director Su, still want to play?”
Feeling the urge to smoke, Lin Zifeng casually took out a cigarette and lit it up.
Watching this, Su Yong, who was gasping for air, was so angry he almost popped his eyes out.
“Good, good you…you…”
Due to the extensive exercise, Su Yong could no longer speak properly.
“I’m saying, Director Su, can you not talk like this? Can we still have a proper conversation? Can we continue to have fun?”
“You, you…!”
“Well then, since Director Su is no longer in the mood for a pleasant chat, I’ll be taking my leave, let’s et up when we’re free.”
Having said that, the guy grinned at Su Yong with a cigarette in his mouth and walked out of the interrogation room.
“Don’t even think about leaving!”
Having recovered a bit of strength, Su Yong swiftly reached out to grab Lin Zifeng.
“It seems Director Su, you have no intention of letting go?”
Lin Zifeng’s smile gradually ca to an abrupt halt, the repeated provocations were enough to make anyone angry. Even a clay Buddha would not endure such repeated taunts.
“Stop pretending, show so guts and fight for real!”
“You are no match for ,” Lin Zifeng said seriously.
“…”
Su Yong, who was catching his breath, was taken aback at first.
The color drained from his face, turning blank, then he burst into laughter, “So you’re finally admitting you’re Death God?”
“Director Su, you might have misunderstood . I have no idea about being Death God or a living god, but with your skills, I can knock you out in three seconds,” Lin Zifeng stated.
“Ha, hahaha! Three seconds?”
Su Yong found it amusing. Three seconds?
What kind of international joke is this?
A glint of combativeness flashed in his eyes as he said with a smile, “Unless you are Death God, defeating in three seconds, do you think this is a dream?”
Su Yong was close to dying of laughter.
“You can try,” said Lin Zifeng without a hint of jest.
“Okay! Rember, you said this!”
Su Yong was especially confident in his strength, particularly in direct combat. He was one hundred percent certain he could take down the young man before him.
In fact, he was even less willing to admit that the man in front of him could be Death God, for that might an an even more complete defeat for himself.
But as he charged at Lin Zifeng with all his might, flailing wildly.
Out of nowhere, a big black foot suddenly descended from the sky and smacked right on Su Yong’s forehead!
Instantly, Su Yong felt a wave of dizziness in his head, and his legs crumbled, forcing him to kneel down.
Without even uttering a cry, his muscular body was kicked down by Lin Zifeng.
Like a dead dog.
Lin Zifeng slowly retracted his foot and said, “Director Su, I told you, within three seconds, you would lose.”
Why wouldn’t you listen to ? I said three seconds, and it’s three seconds. Do you doubt my stamina?
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