Jiang Shijie’s face was somber as he stared at Fang Yu and said, "You’re right—"
Many tis, the least likely reason is the actual reason. A person’s appearance is an easily deceptive mask to fool others.
Jiang Shijie was just such a person—
A psychologically ill individual.
You could kill his entire family, but you couldn’t take away his woman; he might be able to accept you sleeping with his mother, but not his wife... In other words, a huge forest breeds all sorts of birds.
Seeing two guards up ahead, Jiang Shijie said in a chilling voice, "Now I command you to step outside the confines of the small dark room and strike them!"
Jiang Shijie pointed at the two soldiers ahead.
Fang Yu glanced at them and said with a light smile, "I didn’t expect you to be so cunning. You want to hit them, then create the illusion that I attacked others and fled, giving you a reason to shoot and kill in the act of prevention, right?"
"You’re quite clever, but unfortunately, it’s too late," Jiang Shijie said sarcastically.
"Alright. How should I hit them?" Fang Yu asked.
"However you want!" Jiang Shijie said coldly.
"I’m not good at acting, so it won’t look natural if I hit them that way, and what if your recording looks unnatural? What then?" Fang Yu said indifferently.
"You’re full of nonsense." Jiang Shijie raised the dark object in his hand again, aiming it at Fang Yu’s head.
"Stop, isn’t it enough that I’m going to hit them?"
Jiang Shijie’s gaze was cold as he stared at Fang Yu and said, "As long as you injure them, I will have the reason to shoot you."
"Oh." Fang Yu stretched his arm, "Where should I hit?"
Facing death, he complied with the enemy’s every demand in a relaxed and natural manner. This guy either had water in his brain or was a complete idiot.
That was Jiang Shijie’s thought about Fang Yu at that mont.
But he didn’t engage in conversation and said instead, "Do it now!"
"You’re so eager. You really want to kill that badly?" Fang Yu took a few steps.
"Sorry, but the person who will kill you isn’t ." Jiang Shijie said coldly, giving a aningful look to the guard ahead. It ant that as soon as Fang Yu attacked the guards, the guards would self-defend and retaliate by shooting in defense, ending the act.
The guards patrolling this area were all Jiang Shijie’s loyal confidants. Before their shift, they had received orders from Jiang Shijie to wait for a prisoner here and to shoot on necessity!
This was an order from the Jiang Family.
There was no room for negotiation or disobedience.
"Alright." Fang Yu shrugged, helplessly saying, "This is the first ti I’ve encountered such a bizarre situation."
Fang Yu raised his right hand, and his black fist, like a mallet, was lifted high into the air and then swung in a large 180-degree arc.
Thump!
He threw a punch.
The guard staggered, kept backing away, colliding with another person, and both guards fell to the ground together, rolling over a few tis, completely dazed and out of sorts to even think about shooting Fang Yu.
Moreover, Fang Yu hadn’t moved forward, the small black room still blocked the area!
The force of this punch was too great, unexpectedly so.
Behind him, Jiang Shijie suddenly realized sothing. He looked closely at the two guards on the ground, who had no consciousness left to get up, lying motionless, obviously lifeless.
He instantly raised the gun in his hand—
Buzz—
What’s that sound?
Just when Jiang Shijie was about to pull the trigger, a humming noise, clear and distinct, entered his ears.
Like tinnitus or a wind chi.
Whoosh—
A cold gleam flashed by.
Fang Yu’s figure swept by like a shadow, and the Mandala petal on his chest raised an astonishing shape in the air like a scorpion’s tail.
The cold gleam had flashed from that object.
In an instant.
It sliced across the neck.
Imdiately afterward, Jiang Shijie felt his chest struck by Fang Yu’s fist. Intense pain surged through him, turning his complexion deathly pale as he stumbled backward repeatedly.
Unable to steady his stance, the weapon in his hand had unexpectedly been cleaved in two, falling to the ground.
Jiang Shijie’s mind went blank. His eyes bulged out in extre horror!!
Seeing Fang Yu, who stood still with a gentle smile, as if nothing had occurred, calmly looking at him.
Then, a chill gradually spread across his neck, from left to right.
It felt as if sothing cool had lightly brushed his neck without any sensation.
Soon after, a faint red mark appeared on his neck, and fresh blood began to seep out, followed by a slicing pain.
There was not a trace of sympathy or pity in Fang Yu’s eyes; he had been looking at him indifferently from the start.
Like looking at a dog that had lost its ho.
A dog that had lost its ho still had the right to howl, but at this mont, Jiang Shijie couldn’t utter a single word due to fear.
Fang Yu stepped forward, lifted the Mandala Flower in his hand, and gently placed it atop Jiang Shijie’s head.
His gaze was cold, his intent to kill decisively clear.
Shoo!
The so-called "Death God" weapon, Mandala Flower, did not stab down towards Jiang Shijie’s head. Instead, it slid to one side.
Swoosh!
The edge of the Mandala petals was terrifyingly sharp; in an instant, it sliced into his right arm, and Fang Yu quickly withdrew his hand.
"Ah—"
Jiang Shijie turned deathly pale as he knelt down, his left hand clutching his right arm—
The Mandala Flower, untainted by blood, was flawlessly retrieved by Fang Yu and hung in front of his chest, swaying in the wind.
Even without looking back, Fang Yu knew that Jiang Shijie’s arm was completely ruined; he would be armless for life.
"What a pity, do you know why I didn’t kill you?" Fang Yu said with a smile, "Just a little deeper, and your head would’ve fallen. But then, it would dirty my Mandala Flower..."
The implication behind these words was that you’re not even worthy of dirtying my weapon.
Jiang Shijie glared at Fang Yu with eyes as lifeless as a dead fish, bloodshot and enduring the double agony from his neck and right arm, clenching his teeth yet helpless.
He had been far too careless.
To such an extent.
Simultaneously, his heart was filled with imnse shock and horror.
Why is Fang Yu so strong?
So powerful to such a degree.
All of today’s plans, completely failed.
"However, I really can’t think of any reason to let you continue living." Fang Yu spoke slowly, "With your personality, I think you would surely vent all your anger on Shao Xin, wouldn’t you?"
Facing Fang Yu’s interrogation, Jiang Shijie remained silent. The pain in his body caused sweat to pour down like rain.
Instead of enduring such pain, dying would be a much cleaner end.
Thus, Jiang Shijie chose silence.
"Before you die, take a good look at everything around you," Fang Yu spoke indifferently, "You shall rest here forever—"
Fang Yu returned the sa words to Jiang Shijie.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Shijie shuddered, chattering his teeth. The sa words, the sa scene, but spoken by Fang Yu, it brought a different kind of fear, a terror from the depths of his heart...
"Rest forever?"
Just as Fang Yu finished his arrogant speech, an old and gloomy voice suddenly emanated from behind him.
"How audacious! Who dares to wantonly kill on my turf!?"
The overwhelming pressure from that voice took Fang Yu by surprise, causing him to involuntarily turn around—his innate intuition told him that this was an unfathomable master; the oppressive feeling from just the voice alone was enough to suffocate soone.
A master!
A true master!
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