The Chieftain Flees, Daring to Launch a Killing Strike

The Chieftain Flees, Daring to Launch a Killing Strike

The Chieftain Flees, Daring to Launch a Killing Strike

"Do you think we have a chance of catching Zhao Hubiao?" Lin Mo asked.

"The Tiger Gang has been operating around here for decades. Plenty of small gangs have fought each other into oblivion, yet they have survived quite well. They must have something exceptional."

Zhu Hao shook his head and added, "We should stop thinking about joining the excitement. That Tiger Gang chieftain is a Second Level Entry martial artist. If we really run into him, both of us could be in danger."

It was naturally good for young people to have some pride in their hearts, but Zhu Hao had been around for so long that he understood the gap between the First Stage and the Second Level. Even if he could take on several people in succession at First Stage Perfected.

Zhu Hao also knew full well that if he faced a Second Level martial artist, he would probably only last a dozen or so exchanges.

"True enough. Head Patrolman Li stationed us here, so he probably won't give us a chance to take risks."

Like a startled beast, Zhao Hubiao raced through the hidden passageways in every direction, while the martial artist far stronger than him trailed not far behind.

If he had not been cautious throughout his life and arranged hidden passages that branched in all directions beneath several residences, he would likely have been captured alive by now.

"Damn it, Hu Pangsan, that dog, was actually this careless in handling things!"

Zhao Hubiao drove his qi and blood to the limit. Inside this tunnel, which was less than half a man's height, he could no longer care about dignity and scrambled forward on all fours.

Relying on his familiarity with the tunnels, he quickly escaped the martial artist's pursuit range. Reaching a fork in the passage, he paused briefly.

He pondered in secret, intending to pull the old trick of hiding beneath the lamp.

He chose the passage on the right. Its exit was not far from the southern entrance to Sophora Flower Street, where Zhu Hao and Lin Mo were lying in wait.

Stagnant water left over from days ago dripped from the blue-tiled eaves, splashing into fine droplets on the uneven stone slabs.

Zhao Hubiao threaded his way through the crowd before finally turning into a narrow alley. At the sight of two figures inside, he instantly became alert.

"Damn it, what dogshit luck! We actually ran into him here?!"

Zhu Hao sucked in a sharp breath. He was about to turn and flee, but then gritted his teeth. "Lin Mo, this is a great chance to earn merit. Go notify Head Patrolman Li and the others. I'll hold him here!"

In truth, he really wanted to run. But if the Li family learned that he and Lin Mo had fled, the treatment they had only just received from the Li family would probably plummet by a great deal.

Conversely, if they held this bastard back until Head Patrolman Li and the others arrived, it would be a great merit indeed!

"How about I hold him off?" Lin Mo looked at the terrifying figure opposite them. The qi and blood radiating from his entire body seemed almost tangible. There was no need to think—it was surely a formidable enemy.

"I can't face him head-on, but delaying him for a while won't be a problem. Hurry!" Zhu Hao urged, so Lin Mo could leave first.

With a low shout, he swallowed air into his abdomen. Relying on the advantages of the Entangling Ape Fist, he was the first to strike in the narrow alley.

With a move called Long Bridge Probing the Sea, qi and blood burst forth as his right arm whipped out and stabbed straight at the centerline. The force of his punch tore the curtain of dripping eave-water sideways, its momentum fierce and savage.

"Bold indeed! Two little rats dare act presumptuously before me!"

Zhao Hubiao could barely suppress the violence in his heart. He did not block at all, allowing the punch force to slam into his chest with a dull thud, while his backhand tiger claw clasped at Zhu Hao's elbow joint.

This was bad—he wanted to trade injury for injury and end it quickly!

A chill ran through Zhu Hao's heart. His long arm suddenly quivered and coiled back like a soft whip, but Zhao Hubiao's five fingers still raked across it, leaving five bloody gashes.

Just as he tried to widen the distance, Zhao Hubiao stomped, blasting the pooled water upward. The water curtain, mixed with the powerful qi and blood of a Second Level martial artist, shot toward Zhu Hao's eyes with astonishing speed.

The instant Zhu Hao's vision was obstructed, Zhao Hubiao stomped again and lunged forward. His five fingers closed as they clawed straight for Zhu Hao's throat.

Run!

He had to run!

Earlier, he had blindly believed he could hold this man back. Who would have thought that he did not even have the means to last two exchanges? Zhao Hubiao's injury-for-injury style made his scalp go numb with terror.

Staggering, Zhu Hao used the narrow alley to his advantage, kicking off the wall to flee backward. But Zhao Hubiao was even faster, his five fingers tearing toward Zhu Hao's neck.

The force of that wind alone made his entire body turn cold. With no time left, he could only cross his arms and hastily defend himself.

Zhao Hubiao seized the chance, clamping his five fingers around Zhu Hao's forearm. With one savage tear and wrench, he nearly ripped off Zhu Hao's entire right arm at the root.

His entire right arm hung limply at his side. The agony spreading through his body numbed him completely, and Zhu Hao could not help letting out a pained hiss.

By the time he landed, his face was as pale as paper. Supporting himself against the wall, he no longer had the slightest desire to keep fighting.

Now he only wanted to run. He only wanted to survive!

The moment he turned around, Zhao Hubiao swept out with a leg. The heavy, powerful blow smashed him into the wall beside him, sending dust flying and fragments of stone tumbling down.

"It's over. I've truly fallen here..."

Blood had already smeared across his mouth and nose. Zhu Hao collapsed into the indentation in the wall, unable to crawl back up no matter how he tried. Even Zhao Hubiao's figure had become a blur of overlapping images in his vision.

"It's time to send you on your way..."

Zhao Hubiao's tiger eyes widened. Just as he was about to strike the finishing blow, a sudden chill surged up his neck. A distorted afterimage resembling an ape dropped headfirst from the corner of the roof.

A golden gleam flashed through Lin Mo's eyes. Raising his hand, he unleashed the killing move of the White Ape Eight Section Fist, Ape Plucks the Heart. His arms and five fingers drew together, his fingertips sweeping across the back of Zhao Hubiao's neck.

Lin Mo knew Zhu Hao's strength like the back of his hand. From Zhu Hao's fierce fighting style at the start, he had already concluded that he would not survive three moves against Zhao Hubiao.

Playing injury-for-injury against a desperado—wasn't that courting death?

If he left, Zhu Hao was highly likely to die in this narrow alley. By then, not only would Zhao Hubiao escape successfully, but the Li family would also be dissatisfied with Lin Mo for fleeing at the critical moment.

The moment Lin Mo left the alley, he flipped onto the rooftops, using [Insightful Eye] to closely observe the battle between Zhao Hubiao and Zhu Hao.

This time, he caught the opportunity. Zhao Hubiao had let down his guard and was already moving to attack Zhu Hao. It was too late for him to change his move.

"Lin... Lin Mo?"

Through vision smeared full of blood, another killing strike came crashing down. Zhu Hao muttered to himself, then fell unconscious.

Lin Mo's fingertips swept across Zhao Hubiao's neck. The violent force brought with it a piercing crack of bone. Before Zhao Hubiao could turn around, Lin Mo's knee strike had already smashed his spine into the wall, brick dust mingling with a rain of blood.

Zhao Hubiao's vision went black, yet he forcibly held onto one breath. Just as he tried to stand, Lin Mo gave him no chance at all to catch his breath.

Under [Insightful Eye], Zhao Hubiao's movement trajectory was clear as day. Lin Mo's five fingers closed again, forming claws as they thrust toward his face.

A tearing scream rang out, and Lin Mo's hands had already ripped away a pair of purple-blue "blood grapes."

Even so, Zhao Hubiao still had one breath left. His chest rose and fell faintly; he was not yet dead.

Lin Mo looked at the bulging object at Zhao Hubiao's side, and an idea formed in his heart.

"First, I'll take some benefits. Even if Zhao Wu can't be captured alive, crippling his dantian will still bring me fortune!"

He searched Zhao Hubiao's body and pulled out a blue cloth bundle. Inside were several banknotes mixed with a pile of gleaming silver.

Lin Mo suddenly spotted a yellowed sheet of paper. As he read its contents, his heart gave a violent leap.

"This is a breathing technique?!"