Two Years
"Bazaar!"
An Youyi cried out and collapsed onto the bed, falling into a deep sleep.
Her breathing had become steady, the fever on her forehead had quickly subsided, and she was no longer talking nonsense.
Kang De narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue.
Iron Son asked, "Baldy? What is she talking about?"
"The distracting thoughts and junk information in her mind have been filtered out, and what she just shouted out was the thing that had been most persistent in her subconscious during this period... Baba."
Kang De recited a sentence and said, "I understand!"
Looking at the word "horse farm" alone, there are many clues that can be guessed and deduced, but considering An Youyi's own experience, it points to only one thing... most likely the place where she was arrested, or something related to it.
"Was it the ever-growing and transforming spiritual power that noticed the sound of hooves and the neighing of horses?" Kang De pondered for a moment, then sneered. "In any case, things are already quite clear—humph, just as I expected."
He took out his phone and pulled up a picture that had been sent from China.
A strikingly handsome, fair-skinned man with a sexy stubble, bright eyes, and a charming smile; beneath his photo lies his social background and financial situation.
A knight appointed by the Queen, a prominent figure in high society, he runs a horse farm and is extremely wealthy.
Gerard Anger.
Most importantly, this man met An Youyi on a flight from Fr*nce to London, they had a pleasant conversation, and even took a photo together—he was Kang De's first suspect in An Youyi's disappearance case.
"The horse farm... is 99% related to this bastard."
Kang De said sullenly, "I told you he was highly suspicious, but you didn't believe me. Humph, shallow woman."
Back in China, in the intelligence support team's office, Qin Mengjin sneezed softly.
Horus has located Gerard's horse ranch in the western suburbs of London: "What do we do now?"
Kang De roared menacingly, "Get him!"
"That's not a good idea," Horus, his voice laced with nonchalance. "You just promised the Britain Prime Minister that things would end there, and less than an hour has passed, and you're already trying to cause trouble?"
"I am Civilization China person with an ugly heart, lacking integrity, and devoid of a sense of contract."
Kang De said, "Furthermore, I cannot be blamed for force majeure events such as gas leaks, fires caused by aging electrical wires, lightning strikes, or meteorite falls."
What if they stubbornly refuse to admit it?
"Then I have no choice but to take up arms to defend my honor and purity."
Kang De tucked An Youyi in, observed her for a while, and, after confirming that her mental state was stable, used a calming scroll of holy light to let her rest well.
As the holy light poured forth, soothing the frightened souls, Kang De recalled something: earlier that day he had used the same technique to calm a mad soul, a feminist.
When he staged the car accident, he threw the woman into a hearse to create the illusion that she had been haphazardly stuffed into the vehicle as a corpse. After all, the Military Intelligence Section 5 agents were either dead, injured, or suffering concussions, so no one would investigate why the woman was put into a separate hearse.
He casually asked, "How are those guys doing now?"
Horus replied, "I don't know, they should be at the police station, but with things getting this big, they probably won't try to silence us... Let's ask them again when we have the chance."
"Um."
Kang De pushed open the door and went to the ambassador's office to say hello.
"Sir," he said, "I'm going out for a walk and to see the London night view."
Ah, this...
The ambassador's face immediately showed an expression that said, "Really? I don't believe it."
He reached out Erkang's hand, intending to stop him, but it was clear that Kang De had only come to say hello, not to ask for permission. The ambassador only saw a black, eerie light swirling and blooming like a lotus behind the young man, and the next moment, the other's figure was completely swallowed up into nothingness.
"..."
Even with his extensive experience, he was still taken aback when he saw it with his own eyes. After calming himself down, he picked up the phone and reported An Youyi's situation to the people back home, ending with a few words in a secret code.
The relevant domestic departments immediately translated the coded message and obtained the information the ambassador wanted to convey.
The coded translation was so sophisticated and concise that even if foreigners accidentally deciphered it, they wouldn't be able to decipher its meaning—and the intelligence was quickly delivered to the relevant leaders' desks.
It only has four characters.
"The boy ran away at night."
London was experiencing severe traffic congestion, but Kang De had no problem flying. He spread his glider and soared through the night sky at great speed, quickly arriving in the western suburbs.
Gerard's horse farm, the Anger Equestrian Center.
Intelligence indicates that the private horse farm operates on a membership basis, is not open to the public, and targets the high-end market.
It was already night, and the horse farm was closed. The equestrian center, covering dozens of acres, was nestled at the foot of a lush hill, isolated from the nearby metropolis, quiet and secluded, lacking any lights.
Kang De landed like a ghost, snapped his fingers lightly, and his figure blended into the night like flowing water, only his eyes shining with Phoenix Fire, searching for any clues.
Looks like there's a party going on.
He landed in what appeared to be a parking lot... The parking lot was packed with cars, which seemed out of place in the darkness. Even though Kang De wasn't very knowledgeable about cars, he could tell that it was full of luxury vehicles.
Besides the stunningly futuristic luxury supercars, there are also a large number of retro-styled classic cars—the kind seen in old United States movies from the 70s and 80s, and even cars reminiscent of those in period dramas set in the Republic of China era. It's 202 AD, and the taste of the wealthy is still hard to predict.
Kang De shook his head, Phoenix Fire surveyed its surroundings.
"Underground."
He looked at the ground in front of the equestrian center building. "Lots of people."
At least two or three hundred people were gathered underground, very close together. Phoenix Vision could only see a group of excited soul flames swaying and dancing; it was unclear what those people were doing.
Kang De sneered, "Let's go, broaden our horizons."
Just as he was about to search for the entrance, his expression suddenly changed. He felt a slight vibration in his fingers. Kang De looked down and saw that the Divine Ring of Stellar Authority was emitting a faint glow.
"This is..."
Kang De's soul resonated with the holy ring of the sun god and quickly found the cause of the phenomenon— the Divine Ring of Stellar Authority reacted because it sensed the remnants of holy radiance originating from itself nearby.
"How is that possible?" Kang De frowned. "This is Britain... wait."
His eyes narrowed.
I remember now.
The Sun God Ring, from another world, should not have appeared in Britain, but there is one example— Kang De used its power in the afternoon to soothe a mad and tormented soul.
That feminist who calls herself Shalana.
In other words...
This self-proclaimed feminist, who claims to "Help All Victimized Women," is now in the hideout of a criminal organization that abducts young women for their pleasure.
Kang De's gaze turned cold, his eyes darting around.
"--Found it."
It was clear that, under the cover of night, a secret meeting was taking place in the basement of this members-only high-end equestrian center.
The presence of luxury cars indicates that the attendees are all wealthy and powerful; the furtive behavior suggests that they are not in the public eye.
When important figures attend suspicious high-society gatherings, security is of paramount importance. At least dozens of armed men patrolled the racecourse at night, and bodyguards guarded each entrance.
--This is not a stealth game, so there are no security loopholes intentionally left for players. Even the most hidden back door is guarded by dedicated personnel, and there are plenty of them. There won't be any security guards patrolling back and forth between important entrances in a very regular way so that players can memorize the layout.
But for Kang De, infiltration was never a problem.
It's impossible to kill them all; Kangbao is so kind.
He chose an inconspicuous spot, stomped lightly a few times, and the ground began to sink in. The hard soil vanished into thin air, and in no time, he dug a deep hole and jumped down.
Then, Phase Gate opened above the cave, and a pile of soil fell from nowhere, filling it.
Kang De, having discerned the location, used the Power of the Fire Thief to carve open a wall and enter the hidden world beneath the horse farm.
This was a storage room. With his Phoenix Eyes able to see through the walls, he had a clear view of the surroundings. He concealed himself, opened the door, turned into the corridor, and swaggered past the camera.
Invisibility allows you to do whatever you want.
Next...
Guided by the resonance of the Divine Ring of Stellar Authority, Kang De found his direction.
A blood-soaked medical room, with various medical equipment, medicines, and refrigerators neatly arranged, two people in white coats are preparing injections, and a blood-soaked woman lies on the operating table.
"Poor guy."
One of them said, "She's already like this, and they still want to keep her alive conscious. How long are they going to torture her? She looks old and ugly, with many old injuries. Look, cigarette burns, knife wounds on her wrists, there must have been a fracture here... and down there... tsk."
He casually fiddled with it, as if examining a specimen. "I didn't know they actually liked this type of thing, and enjoyed it so much?"
"Alright, that's enough. Be careful they don't overhear, or they might kidnap your wife to play with."
"Oh, that's wonderful! It saves us a huge amount on divorce fees and subsequent living expenses."
"Fuck... Okay, give me some more stimulant."
"Here..."
Just then, the door behind me was suddenly pushed open.
The two people, wearing masks and gloves, turned around. One of them complained, "Hey! This is the infirmary! Be patient and respect us! I..."
He suddenly shut his mouth, a look of surprise on his face.
Because the person who walked in was someone he had never seen before—black hair, Asian face.
More importantly, his eyes flashed with intense astonishment, and... rage.
The man paused for a moment, then rushed to the side and smashed the alarm.
A sharp beam shot out, and a scalpel on the tray flew into the air, pinning his wrist to the wall. The man screamed in agony, but the next moment, he saw scalpels, tweezers, scissors, blades, and other instruments on the surgical tray and tool rack fly into the air, buzzing towards him like wasps!
Before the man could even close his mouth, a sharp blade pierced his cheeks, forcing his mouth open to its maximum. Surgical instruments of all sizes rushed into his oral cavity, piercing his throat and burrowing down his esophagus into his abdomen!
A man with a torn face, a churning chest and abdomen, and gushing blood collapsed to the ground, writhing and howling weakly. The other man was completely terrified!
He had barely let out a scream when Kang De indifferently reached out, grasped at the air, and an invisible hand choked the man's throat, lifting him up and slamming him against the freezer.
"What's going on here?" he shouted angrily. "Why is this person here?!"
"I... I don't know!" the man pleaded desperately. "Please, it's just a job!"
"Really? Well, let me tell you, I have a new job now too."
Kang De grabbed the man by the collar and slammed him to the ground.
The powerful impact broke the man's knees and lumbar spine, leaving him sprawled on the ground with a shattered sternum. Kang De shattered his vocal cords with a single punch and then left him to his own devices.
He went to the operating table.
It's even difficult to recognize this person's appearance.
"Damn, damn..."
He felt his body trembling, his soul trembling. He grasped the woman's hand, her fingernails torn and bleeding, and holy light surged in, the Divine Ring of Stellar Authority nourishing his weakened life. "Hey, hey!"
Shalana slowly woke up.
One of her eyes was so swollen that she could barely open it, and she could barely make out the person in front of her.
She was somewhat confused, and besides, it was difficult for her to distinguish between Asian faces. Shalana had already forgotten about this Asian man she had met once before—she had heard about the kidnapping this morning and was looking for clues near the crime scene. She wanted to find the missing girl's acquaintances and classmates to learn about the missing girl's previous actions, thoughts, and habits. She had experience with this and knew that was where to start.
Kang De was just one of many who were asked and rejected.
But that doesn't mean she can't remember Kang De.
Because a warm current flowed into her palm, the power was peaceful, gentle, and quiet. She remembered this feeling, as if she had returned to before she was eighteen, to a time before the nightmares began. She lived a happy life, had a bright future, and the world was beautiful. She had never known what worry was.
"Ah, an angel... an angel..."
She smiled weakly, "You're here again. Have you come to take me away?"
"... Yes, if you're willing."
Kang De was unsure of his own feelings.
He didn't know this person; he had only met her once or twice. Everyone has their own joys and sorrows and their own life. He thought he was used to seeing tragic and sad things, but for some reason, standing in front of this woman, he felt a heavy and oppressive emotion... It was as if he had missed something.
"I'm not an angel," Kang De said softly. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry."
Shalana's smile froze.
Awakening from a beautiful, warm tranquility, the nightmare returned. Tonight, her life was destroyed for the second time—utterly destroyed. Endless despair surged forth along with the physical pain.
"Ah..."
She wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say, so she could only utter a meaningless sigh, "Ah..."
"Don't be afraid, it's alright," Kang De said. "I can save your life, you won't die, and I can heal your wounds. Just think of this as a terrible nightmare, and you'll wake up..."
The holy power of the Divine Ring of Stellar Authority flowed in continuously, Horus calmly reported on the woman's serious injuries and the torture she might be enduring.
Kang De heard this and could only clench his fists tightly.
He said, "It will be alright... I'm coming to save you."
Shalana's body stiffened.
A flicker of pain and fear crossed her eyes as she looked at Kang De. Her gaze held a mixture of fear and hesitation. Kang De couldn't decipher this complex emotion; he could only offer futile words of comfort, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."
After a brief silence, Shalana said softly, "Would you like to hear my story?"
Kang De continued to heal this flawed life, nodding and saying, "Okay."
My life has been destroyed twice...
She slowly recounted the first major upheaval in her life.
I saw the job posting, was scammed, forced to sell myself, beaten, and abused.
Injected with poison and manipulated, they shamelessly beg and obey when the poison takes effect, willing to do anything in exchange for a little bit of the poison.
"I can't imagine people could be this evil..."
"They forced us, beat us, abused us. I saw someone try to resist and escape; she was beheaded, and her head rolled to my feet right in front of us..."
"I've seen someone who was too sick to work. She was taken to a warehouse, made to watch, stripped naked, raped, and then shot."
"I still remember that scene: her face exploded, a bullet pierced her shoulder, tearing through flesh and blood, and she fell at my feet, hot blood splattering on my legs..."
"The entire scene was filmed, and they sold the video online. I heard that many people like this kind of thing and are willing to pay for it. Many people..."
The nourishment from the holy light restored her strength to speak. Her speech quickened, and her thoughts became clearer as she recalled her painful past.
It's as if I'm looking back on my entire life.
"Later, I begged a customer to spread my message... Police, reporters, and volunteers rescued me. I thought the nightmare was over, I thought life could go on, but..."
Shalana spoke haltingly about her life after being saved.
"My life went from being a nurse to a prostitute... I even contemplated suicide, couldn't sleep at night, felt like Shalana was dead, and now I was a walking corpse tormented by shame and nightmares..."
At this time, an upright volunteer entered her life, comforting, encouraging, and guiding her, telling her that the value of life lies in contribution rather than experience. He offered advice, he provided help, and he introduced her to a righteous and honorable organization... to save poor people like Shalana.
She threw herself into it, she worked hard to forget the past and embrace life. She did many meaningful things, and she felt that this was the greatest value in her life... to this day.
Her beautiful dream was cruelly shattered. The kind comforter, the upright leader—everything, including her previous rescue, was a meticulously planned lie. She thought she had escaped the clutches of evil and embraced the future, but she was nothing more than a caged bird, soaring away under the mocking smiles of those above.
Everything we do is nothing more than a process of being used and designed.
It's all meaningless.
Kang De listened expressionlessly, then slowly said, "I'm sorry."
Shalana smiled. "Why apologize? You seem to have been feeling apologetic the whole time."
"When I first met you, I thought you were one of those boring feminists... My impression of you was prejudiced, even disgusting, I..." Kang De couldn't continue.
Shalana shook her head slightly. "In the past, I would have argued angrily with you, but now, the president I admire is nothing more than a manipulated tool. What face do I have to refute or question him?"
"Can..."
She took a breath. "But one thing is certain... I... no matter what they did, I genuinely wanted to help people like me, which is why I did those things..."
The woman's gaze was fixed on the dazzling light on the ceiling. "Only women can truly understand another woman's pain... Does this offend men? I mean no disrespect. The police officers and reporters who rescued me were men, but ultimately, they couldn't understand my suffering. But I do understand. I understand the suffering of abducted girls, their desperate cries..."
"Every day you wake up means eighteen men will be lined up on top of you, ignoring your pleas and screams. No one will save you, you can't contact your family, and you are controlled by inhuman criminals. Every day you see only endless darkness, and death is a luxury..."
Shalana murmured, "I just want to save them, to prevent them from ending up like me, like me..."
Kang De said softly, "It's alright, it's alright."
The woman's gaze returned to Kang De's face, and she suddenly laughed.
Do you know what I'm thinking right now?
She spoke casually, as if she were talking about something very simple.
"I don't know whether I should believe you or not. I'm scared."
"I'm afraid this is another malicious scam. I'm afraid you'll show me that terrifying smile and say it's all a game. I'm afraid my beautiful dream will be shattered again... I don't know whether I should believe you."
Kang De hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
Even the most eloquent words are meaningless at this moment.
"So..."
Shalana looked calmly at Kang De: "Will you save me?"
Kang De nodded without hesitation. "Yes, how do I prove it?"
"Was your reason for wanting to save me simply to save someone else? Or was it just that you didn't want to see me die?"
"Yes."
"You don't want to see me die, is it for my own good?"
"... right."
"Then," the woman said softly, "Could you please not save me?"
Seemingly having anticipated this outcome, Kang De closed his eyes.
"I'm tired, I'm so tired. I don't know what I can do after I'm saved. My life has been destroyed twice, shattered... I'm fed up."
Shalana's voice became very soft. "So, if it's for my own good, could you please not save me? I don't have the courage to end my own life, but... this isn't so bad, is it?"
Kang De did not speak; he remained silent for a long time.
Then, he nodded slowly.
Shalana smiled, her gaze shifting to Kang De's hand, but she remained silent.
She knew that the hand radiating warm light was the candle that sustained her life.
Under the other person's gaze, Kang De slowly released his grip.
"Thank you... thank you."
The woman's voice trembled slightly, then she smiled.
"It's wonderful... I've finally taken control of my own destiny."
She murmured, "My whole life, my whole life..."
At this point, she seemed to remember something, hesitated for a moment, and looked at Kang De: "You, it seems you're a friend of that missing girl? Then..."
"She's safe and sound," Kang De said. "Thank you."
"What are you thanking me for..." Shalana chuckled helplessly. "From beginning to end, everything I did was meaningless. I didn't save that person; on the contrary..."
Kang De fell silent. He didn't know what to say. He was usually eloquent, but in the face of death, he no longer knew how to comfort anyone; words had lost their meaning.
He was making a final effort. "Those who hurt you... will be punished."
"Yes, they will, they will."
Shalana stared at the ceiling and whispered, "You know what? The human trafficker who sold and harmed me has been punished. After I was rescued, I stood on the witness stand in court, reopening my deepest wounds and testifying against him. The judge punished him according to Britain law..."
"Sentenced to imprisonment for... two years."
Her eyes gradually became empty and vacant, and she murmured, "Two years, two years..."
Slowly, she closed her eyes.
Kang De stared blankly at the drooping hand, saying nothing.
"Father," Horus said slowly, "She is dead."
"I know."
Kang De stood before her and closed her eyes for her.
He remained silent for a long time.
I don't know her.
He said softly, "I have no connection or relationship with her whatsoever. I came to save An Youyi out of personal favor and friendship. I have extraordinary abilities that can stir up trouble and leave the Britain government helpless. She has nothing, doesn't know An Youyi at all, yet she's working tirelessly for her."
"Our actions are like two lines, occasionally intersecting, sometimes very close, yet never related. She's always nearby, but I know nothing of her actions. While I'm strategizing, manipulating the Round Table, and coercing the Britain government, she's struggling, she's fearful, she's fighting..."
"Yes, there are many joys and sorrows in the world. I've seen many: the massacre of entire cities, the slaughter, the oppression, the torture... so many. I shouldn't have cared too much. In the end, this woman had nothing to do with me. It's true that I might feel sorry for her death, but I don't need to be so concerned. But..."
He suddenly laughed, "I... I... I just thought, damn, how could such a thing happen?"
Horus murmured, "Father..."
"I'm not an angel... you're the angel."
Kang De picked up Shalana's blood-covered body.
"I'll take you somewhere first; you can wait there."
A few minutes later.
In the hidden theater of the underworld, amidst the clinking of glasses and deafening roars, a frenzied banquet has been transformed. Well-dressed ladies and gentlemen scream at the top of their lungs, the chaotic stage is stained with blood, and wet bodies intertwine in the corners. Men in custom-made suits form a circle, cheering loudly or roaring as they place bets—chaotic and decadent, evil and twisted.
The door behind the scenes was slowly pushed open.
The music stopped, and the frenzied crowd gradually came to their senses, but their faces still showed unrestrained madness.
Gerard's tuxedo collar had been ripped open, revealing his hairy chest. He kicked the corpse at his feet aside, looked at Kang De, and asked in astonishment, "Who are you?"
"Who I am is unimportant. I came for Shalana, and you killed her."
A nauseating stench filled his nostrils. Kang De gazed at the most despicable and disgusting side of these nobles, his expression cold and stern. He walked towards Gerard and stood ten meters away. He looked around. The price of the clothes and jewelry these people wore was perhaps more than a poor person could earn in a lifetime of hard work.
He shouted, "Why are you doing this? Don't you know it's wrong to hurt others? Aren't you afraid of being punished?"
A loud voice echoed throughout the theater, followed by a deathly silence so profound you could hear a pin drop.
Then, they burst into laughter.
These people, whose mental state was clearly too unrestrained, laughed hoarsely. Gerard shook his head, a smile of great interest on his face.
He was too excited, or perhaps too confident, and didn't consider how Kang De got in.
After all, he already knew how terrifying superhumans could be.
He didn't know who Kang De was either. First, the lighting was distorted; second, people of different races all looked the same; and third, his position at the Round Table wasn't particularly high.
No leader of any superhuman organization would show Kang De's horrific video in Moyani to their members—an act known in ancient times as "disrupting morale."
He exclaimed, "Oh, look! Look! I didn't know Shalana had a guardian knight! So, brave knight, are you here to play the hero and rescue the damsel in distress?"
Gerard spread his arms wide and taunted loudly, "But your princess is really old and ugly! And where's your sword? Why aren't the knights carrying weapons?"
"But don't worry, we value fairness above all else."
He held out his hand, and the trafficker kindly handed him the revolver. Gerard bent down, put the gun down, slid it to Kang De's feet, and laughed, "You want to uphold justice for Shalana? Here, take the gun!"
Those present, thinking it was a short skit during intermission, shouted in unison, "Come on! Come on! Fire! Fire! Pick it up!"
Kang De stared blankly at these people, then glanced at the polite Gerard, and sighed.
He bent down to pick up the gun.
Just as his fingers touched the ivory handle, a figure shot out from behind Gerard.
The thin, gloomy boy leaped into the air with superhuman speed and kicked at Kang De's wrist.
People stared wide-eyed.
A classic scene is called a classic scene because it never gets old.
The ant that grasps at hope experiences painful despair; it is truly a delicious meal.
They couldn't wait.
The thin boy stirred up a gust of wind and kicked at the Asian man.
Everything around him seemed to move very slowly because he was moving so fast.
He had already planned how to torture and kill this Asian man: kick his wrists, break his sternum, snap his throat, let him writhe and writhe in agony on the ground, then cut open his skin and remove his heart.
Even though she's not a woman, it wouldn't be bad to play around with her.
A cruel sneer graced the thin boy's face; he couldn't wait any longer.
But the next moment, he saw the other person raise their head.
Within his speed.
Then reach out your hand.
It's unavoidable.
In a flash, Kang De grabbed the other man's ankle.
A look of shock had barely crossed the thin boy's face when he felt a Long Yi force pull him down, gripping his leg tightly.
With a snap, the superhuman who was incredibly fast and had just unleashed a flying kick was grabbed by the ankle and slammed to the ground. He was immediately thrown into a super split, and the immense force of the ripping caused a terrifying tear that spurted out a large amount of blood. The boy's face turned deathly pale, and he screamed in agony, but the wind from his punches still whistled through the air!
Right hook!
Kang De unleashed a powerful punch, striking his opponent squarely in the chin. Blood gushed out, and the lower half of the opponent's face was instantly reduced to a bloody mist. Fragments of bone and flesh shot out in crescent shapes towards the left side of the stage. The boy's body trembled violently, and he was knocked backward to the left, but Kang De's left hand had already grabbed his hair.
Step forward and turn to the side behind you.
Grab him by the neck.
Use force.
The battle between the superhumans lasted only a moment. The mortals were about to see the Asia man fall to the ground and scream in agony, but they only saw a blur before their eyes, the wind howled, and the boy had already fallen to the ground.
A terrifying sound of flesh tearing apart rang out.
Something was pulled out.
Blood gushed out, and everyone's minds went blank. Gerard stared blankly as the uninvited guest's right hand tore out a large chunk of something, dripping with flesh and blood. A deep crevice appeared in the middle of the boy's back, where the yellow-skinned man held an object, reddish-yellow in color, wrapped with various tissues and nerves...
It's the spine.
Kang De let the boy's body fall limply to the ground. He picked up the spine, his expression indifferent, and slid his fingers down as if to straighten it.
And that is indeed the case.
With a flick of the fingers, flesh and tissue vanished into thin air, leaving no trace of blood or grime. The spine was restored to its pure form, the white bones stark and straight as a sword.
Kang De slowly straightened his spine, his expression calm.
He looked at Gerard.
The opponent tried to retreat, but the surging Dragon Might's might pressed him down to his knees. As for the men and women in the frenzied feast, they hadn't even realized what was happening.
"Ladies and gentlemen."
Kang De grabbed the spine and walked toward Gerard.
"I have a few questions for you, some information, but before that, didn't you want to see a show? I'll perform some ancient magic from the East for you all..."
"Swallowing a sword."
Gerard knelt on the ground, unable to control his body, unable to even speak, looking at Kang De with eyes full of panic, pleading and astonishment.
Kang De came up behind him, grabbed his hair, and forced his face up toward the ceiling.
He looked down into the other person's eyes.
"Tell me."
His voice was cold and stern, containing boundless authority and anger.
His English was still terrible, and his pronunciation was strange, but at this moment it was just right. The unfamiliar and terrifying pronunciation was the most terrible divine punishment for these fallen ones.
"Are you scared now?"
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PS1: Update! 9000 words!
PS2: I originally planned to end the story at the "two-years" part, but I felt it wouldn't be fair to stop there... so I've stopped here. Humph, where's the ticket?!