There's a Misunderstanding Here
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Feijia's vision had already turned blood-red. He couldn't even see the approaching figure clearly. Trembling, he raised a hand and felt beneath him. The area below his waist was already completely empty.
Feijia's pupils gradually trembled. He looked back with difficulty and found his own legs lying isolated several meters away, already separated from his torso...
He hadn't even seen where the enemy was before being instantly severed at the waist by a single brushstroke.
Feijia considered himself to be somebody. After all, looking across the Nine Great Human Realms, there were very few people who could reach the Sixth Stage. Yet now, he couldn't even clearly see how he got hit... This proved that the white-clad figure carrying the eight-foot Calligraphy Brush on his back was highly likely also a Rank 8.
Another Rank 8!!
According to what Feijia knew, in the entire Red Dust Domain, there were only three Rank 8s. Now, to capture him, they actually dispatched two at once, plus a bunch of Rank 7s... He was just a spy sent to the Red Dust Domain, yet inexplicably, he had triggered a "Purgatory" difficulty mission.
Feijia was currently stifled to the point of exploding, cursing Six of Hearts' eighteen generations of ancestors in his heart, but could only swallow his shattered teeth into his stomach...
Scarlet fresh blood flowed from Feijia's half-body, leaving a shocking long trail on the floor. He vaguely saw that the array was already within arm's reach, so he raised his hand and reached into it...
The next moment, a stroke of splashed ink flashed before his eyes like a sharp blade. His wrist lightened, and his entire palm had been lightly chopped to the ground.
"Ahhhhh..." Feijia's agonizing wail rang out.
The white-clad figure held the Calligraphy Brush, standing tall before his eyes like an insurmountable iceberg. Those lowered eyelids emitted a suffocating sense of oppression:
"Did you... think I don't exist?"
Feijia's eyes were full of despair.
With a Rank 8 blocking the way, Feijia knew it was impossible for him to leave alive no matter what. He watched his severed hand land on the surface of the array, the trickling fresh blood staining the Markings. His only remaining hand unconsciously clenched tight.
The white-clad man looked down at him coldly, his voice seemingly coming from the netherworld:
"Besides bombing the Main City higher-ups at the venue, what other plans do you have? How many more of your personnel are about to enter the Red Dust?"
Feijia didn't answer. He focused entirely on the array stained blood-red. Wisps of Spiritual Power were injected into the floor beneath him. The next moment, a faint glimmer actually rippled on the surface of that array!
"Hmm?"
The white-clad man felt the fluctuation behind him, his brows instantly furrowing tightly. Before he could even turn his head to look, Feijia frantically moved his torso, desperately getting closer to that array!
He didn't attempt to dive into it, but abruptly opened his mouth, using all the strength in his entire body to roar loudly:
"It's Six of Hearts..."
Bang—!!
Just as Feijia opened his mouth, a beam of ink shattered his head. His entire head instantly fell apart, turning into countless fine, shattered blood clots splashing on the dim floor.
Feijia's headless body fell to the ground with a thump, motionless like mud.
The white-clad man held the Calligraphy Brush, frowning as he looked at the corpse on the ground, the coldness in his eyes remaining:
"...Overestimating your capabilities."
Although he didn't know what Feijia planned to do, the opponent obviously intended to activate that array, either to escape or to transmit some kind of message. No matter which one it was, it was impossible for him to let the opponent succeed.
Killing a Feijia who only had half his life left was but a flick of a finger.
The white-clad man glanced at the completely extinguished array, put the Calligraphy Brush back on his back, and turned to walk outside the cabaret...
He picked up the Walkie-talkie and said indifferently:
"Heart 9, killed."
...
On the other side.
Zhong Qi, carrying the already unconscious Mu Chunsheng on one shoulder and the trembling-with-fear Li Ruohong on the other, was sprinting madly into the distance as if flying close to the ground!
"Damn it... how did things turn out like this?? When did they plant the bomb?"
Zhong Qi felt the terrifying aura transmitting from the distance, his heart pounding constantly.
A second before the bomb exploded, Zhong Qi still managed to react. He used his fastest speed to protect Mu Chunsheng first, then faced the bomb explosion head-on, conveniently breaking through the wall to save Li Ruohong next door.
Mu Chunsheng was immersed in the ecstasy of returning to health at the time, and was too close to the bomb. Even with Zhong Qi's fast speed, he was still impacted by the shockwave and passed out on the spot. The good news was that it didn't seem life-threatening right now.
"Zho-zho-zho-zho... Zhong Qi." Under his strong arm, Li Ruohong, who was so scared he almost wet himself, spoke trembling, "Am I still alive? This isn't heaven, right?"
"Heaven my ass!! Don't piss on my hand!"
Zhong Qi shot him a disdainful look and spoke fiercely.
To be honest, Zhong Qi hadn't really liked this Young Master Ruohong from the very beginning. But now that Mu Chunsheng had personally killed his own son, Li Ruohong was his only blood-related kin. Even in this current situation, he couldn't just abandon Li Ruohong and escape by himself.
"I... I can't hold it in!" Li Ruohong spoke with a crying tone.
"Fuck!"
Seeing Li Ruohong's worthless appearance, Zhong Qi couldn't help cursing out loud. With this guy's cowardly look, how could he be some Six of Hearts? Zhong Qi didn't know what the situation was right now, but he believed there was definitely a misunderstanding here.
At the same time, a giant black boulder shot across the sky like a meteor.
Bureau Chief Wang Jincheng half-crouched on the surface of the giant boulder, his thick black hair blown wildly by the fierce wind. His gaze was fixed dead on Li Ruohong in Zhong Qi's hand, the killing intent in his eyes flashing eerily.
"Six of Hearts! Where do you think you're escaping!"
He leaped down from the surface of the giant boulder. As he raised his hand and grabbed the air, that giant boulder instantly shattered into densely packed stone spikes, following closely behind him as they shot towards Zhong Qi!
Seeing this, Zhong Qi, who was sprinting at full speed, had an extremely gloomy expression. He forcefully tossed Li Ruohong out with his left hand in a backhand throw, freeing up his hand to grip the void at his waist. Surprisingly, an ice Long Sword was drawn out of thin air by him, forcefully swinging towards the sky full of stone spikes!
Buzz—!!
After a deep humming sound, these stone spikes were forcibly frozen in mid-air, like a fan surface converged from frost, ultimately crashing straight into the ground.
Li Ruohong, who was thrown out, rolled twice on the ground, getting bruised all over. After stumbling up, he cried out "Ouch" in pain.
"Hurry up and scram! Get as far away as you can!" Zhong Qi held the ice Long Sword and stared at the approaching Wang Jincheng, shouting sideways at Li Ruohong.
"Ah... oh oh!!"
Li Ruohong recovered his senses and frantically ran into the distance!
Seeing this scene, Wang Jincheng's gaze was incomparably cold. "Is your Beidou Consortium going to harbor Six of Hearts?"
"What Six of Hearts." Zhong Qi shook his head,
"Bureau Chief Wang, I think there's a misunderstanding here..."