Rainy Duel

Chen Nan changed his mind. He felt that it was time for the prey and hunter to switch roles.

Since they were bent on putting him to death, did he still need to show mercy?

There was absolutely no need. He had to use blood to give these people a warning: he was not someone to be trifled with. Especially for the Prefecture Office, he needed such a bloody storm to spur his plans forward.

This was how human laziness formed—people always believed that if they waited, things would simply pass.

But Chen Nan wanted to teach the Prefecture Office a lesson in blood. First, to tell them that he would not be casually captured and killed; second, today's incident would definitely become a major event that shook the entire nation. If the Prefecture Office did not take some measures, that seat beneath him would not be easy to keep.

The second pistol was already in his hands, but the people behind him had not noticed and were still chasing him.

Chen Nan suddenly turned around and aimed the pistol straight at them. With a gunshot, one person fell in response. Blood flowed beneath him, spread by the rain into a crimson pool.

"Boss, he still has a gun!" the remaining men said in terror.

Ghost Head was troubled as well. Having a gun was not the key issue; the problem was that this guy's marksmanship was simply monstrously good.

He had never heard of the Orphanage teaching gun skills.

Oh, no, that was not quite right. The Orphanage did teach boys a kind of gun skill, but that was something used in bed.

Could this Chen Nan draw inferences from one instance and grasp a hundred others, like some sage?

It was strange and eerie beyond belief, but letting Chen Nan go because of a single gun was absolutely impossible.

He still had around thirteen or fourteen men under him. He had to think of a way to make these guys use up Chen Nan's bullets.

Thinking of this, Ghost Head said, "Second Brother said that whoever catches that kid will be rewarded ten million yuan. Anyone who wants money, charge with me. Aren't we brothers earning money by licking blood off knife blades?"

People died for wealth, birds perished for food; lust muddled the mind, greed blackened the heart. Not false at all.

Catching Chen Nan meant ten million. What kind of concept was that?

It meant buying a decent building in a major city, marrying a delicate and beautiful wife, then spending money to buy a job and living out the rest of one's days in peace.

What an enormous temptation that was, especially for people like them.

Under such temptation, someone charged forward. The people behind, afraid he would get there first, followed one after another.

Ghost Head sneered and followed after them.

Gunshots rang out now and then beneath the rainy sky of the city. That street had almost completely lost its curious spectators, as though it were a miracle.

Of course, eyes still peered at the street from every corner. Even if they could not see anything, they still found it thrilling.

It was like some celebrity's or beauty's worn socks being tossed aside—there would still be people who picked them up and sniffed them, calling it "getting a touch of immortal aura." This was their way of having crossed paths with such people, so that when they indulged in wild fantasies, they could feel as though they were truly there.

Yet they would never experience what it truly felt like to be there.

Chen Nan fired as he ran. In a short while, he had taken down another twelve people, and the bullets in his gun were gone.

He tossed the gun away and began to run.

Only Ghost Head remained behind him now. At that moment, Ghost Head was delighted. He knew those dead cannon fodders had not died in vain. Every one of them was a stepping stone for his advancement.

Treading on his companions' blood, Ghost Head's heart blazed like fire. If he captured Chen Nan, this crucial figure, his life would undergo an immense change.

When he saw Chen Nan turn and run into an alley, he became even happier. It was a dead end. Unfamiliar with the roads, and with the rain and his agitated mind, Chen Nan had failed to notice.

But after running a few steps inside, Chen Nan discovered it was a dead end. Unfortunately, he no longer had any chance of turning back.

Ghost Head blocked the alley entrance, two butterfly knives dancing a fiery, gorgeous dance in his hands, so seductive that they sent chills down one's spine.

Chen Nan could only slowly back away while pulling out the utility knife he carried with him.

That knife was already rusted, though its blade remained sharp. The exposed portion of the blade was only six or seven centimeters long.

"Brat, let's see where you can run now!" Ghost Head laughed smugly. "In a moment, I'll pluck out your heart and eat it with wine, then cut off your head and turn it in. All your pain and fear will cease to exist.

I'm still very merciful, aren't I?"

Though Chen Nan had been forced into a desperate corner, he did not give up.

The light hidden in his eyes was something no one could understand, but he could read it clearly.

He was searching for a way to defeat Ghost Head.

His current situation was this: he was a ten-year-old child, with only a dog beside him and only a knife in his hand.

He had to make full use of every single thing. Perhaps then there would still be a chance to fight.

But where was the opponent's weakness?

In his infrared vision, the blood vessels on Ghost Head's body were displayed with remarkable clarity. The AI System analyzed several major arteries that could serve as attack points.

In the end, Chen Nan chose Ghost Head's main carotid artery.

It was the most superficial and also the most lethal. Once severed, without a doctor's help, the bleeding could not be stopped at all.

Since Chen Nan had selected that blood vessel, the AI System marked only that one.

Throwing his backpack to the ground, Chen Nan took out two tubes of glucose, smashed them open, and poured them into his mouth. At this moment, he absolutely could not allow himself to run out of energy.

After downing the two tubes of glucose, Chen Nan smashed the small bottles and said, "Do you think I'll definitely die by your hand? Let's see whose knife is faster!"

Ghost Head narrowed his eyes. The entire feeling Chen Nan gave him now seemed completely different.

But a sense of shame quickly welled up in his heart. He was an adult—what kind of scenes had he not experienced? Could he really be shaken by a child like this?

He gripped both butterfly knives and walked toward Chen Nan. "Brat, can big talk kill people?"

Chen Nan fixed his gaze on Ghost Head, then immediately ordered the dog beside him to attack. This dog had always been the most timid, but at this most critical moment, it still erupted.

Barking, it charged at Ghost Head. At the same time, Chen Nan mobilized the Rats here, sending them out from every corner to attack Ghost Head as well.

"A bunch of beasts, get lost!" Ghost Head kicked the dog away with one foot. The dog tumbled through the air, rainwater spraying everywhere.

But several Rats climbed onto Ghost Head's ankles and bit down.

"Ah! Bastards!" Ghost Head shouted wildly, flinging his legs without pause. But the Rats had bitten down tightly, and he could not shake them off for the moment.

The dog scrambled back up and continued attacking Ghost Head, taking the chance to bite his other leg. In an instant, both of Ghost Head's legs were restrained.

Seizing the opportunity, Chen Nan launched his attack.

However, he had thought too simply and severely underestimated what he, as a child, could accomplish. The moment he approached, Ghost Head endured the pain and stabbed at him.

If the AI System had not immediately issued a warning and helped him evade, he would have been struck by Ghost Head.

This made Chen Nan discover another use for the AI System.

Because it was connected to his brain nerves, it seemed capable of influencing his movements as well. Thinking about it now, that made sense. Without its influence, even if it had helped him aim, someone who had never handled a gun before could not have moved with such coordination.

It seemed the AI System had completely become a part of his brain. Only then could it influence his actions through the descending neural pathways.

If that was the case, he needed to make good use of it.

Chen Nan charged at Ghost Head again, watching his movements closely.

Ghost Head's attack came, but its speed, trajectory, and force were all displayed in Chen Nan's vision.

Then, the corresponding movements that arose naturally allowed Chen Nan to swiftly evade his attack. At the same time, Chen Nan launched his own attack, his utility knife slashing across Ghost Head's thigh in one stroke.

His entire body had already slipped beneath Ghost Head's arm and reached behind him.

Chen Nan was certain now. Once the AI System collected information about Ghost Head's attack, it would automatically generate a response.

Then, it would carry out that response in the form of normal nerve impulses.

That was how he had accomplished something he should not have been able to accomplish.

Ghost Head clutched his wound, turned around, and stared at Chen Nan in shock. Chen Nan's performance just now had been far too unexpected.

How could this be an ability a child possessed? Even if he had the makings of a Transcendent, it should have been impossible. This was combat technique; without long-term training, it could not be attained.

But he had no time to remain shocked, because the Rats and the dog kept biting him, and he had to deal with them. Such endurance was also beyond ordinary people. He truly was a fine dog raised by the Wang siblings.

The first thing was to kill the dog. Ghost Head quickly crouched, driving the knife in his right hand toward the back of the dog's neck.

And this was precisely the opportunity Chen Nan needed. Only when Ghost Head crouched could he better reach his neck.

The AI System had already calculated that if Chen Nan moved quickly enough and seized this opportunity, he could kill Ghost Head with a single stab. Naturally, he could not let it slip away, and he rushed forward.

But Ghost Head's eyes held a cold sneer. Just as the knife in his right hand stabbed into the dog's neck, he flung out the knife in his left hand, shooting it toward Chen Nan.

The flying knife flashed like lightning, but Chen Nan could still calculate its trajectory.

He could not retreat, nor could he completely dodge it. Otherwise, this opportunity would vanish completely.

"Pfft!" The knife stabbed into Chen Nan's shoulder as he swept past Ghost Head's side.

The two of them stood back-to-back once more, blood dripping from Chen Nan's wound.