Want to Kill Me?

In the movie theater, Zhong Guoshu, a five-story fighter, held a knife to Xiao Zhengong's ribs.

Xiao Zhengong remained indifferent, neither calling for help nor making a move, simply watching the other party quietly.

Zhong Guoshu increased the pressure on his hands, wanting to draw blood from Xiao Zhengong, but not kill him. As a fifth-level martial artist, he had enough restraint.

Despite applying increasing force with the short knife, it failed to break the skin.

Zhong Guoshu looked at Xiao Zhengong in surprise.

According to the Dark Star Bureau's information, Xiao Zhengong is a level three fighter; he couldn't possibly withstand the strength of a level five fighter.

Was he wearing armor?

Or perhaps he carried some kind of magical artifact?

Xiao Zhengong smiled and suddenly grabbed Zhong Guoshu's wrist.

Zhong Guoshu was shocked and tried to pull his hand back, Xiao Zhengong pressed down with his palm and raised his fingers, skillfully breaking Zhong Guoshu's wrist.

Xiao Zhengong's move was precise and fluid, Zhong Guoshu unable to react in the slightest.

The dagger fell to the ground, Zhong Guoshu endured the excruciating pain without making a sound.

Knowing he was no match for Xiao Zhengong, he got up to flee.

Xiao Zhengong grabbed Zhong Guoshu by the collar and threw him onto the wooden seat.

The wooden seats were smashed, and the metal frame underneath them was bent.

Zhong Guoshu tried to get up, but Xiao Zhengong stepped forward and stomped him to the ground.

Crack, crack, a series of sounds echoed as Zhong Guoshu broke several of his ribs.

Hearing the sounds of fighting, the Light Bulb and the Star rushed over.

The two of them just watched without making a move.

Star value their lives, so they usually wouldn't rush in such situations, but they would shout loudly, "What happened? Who is this person?"

The Light Bulb didn't point upwards, nor did it say much. Having suffered losses at Xiao Zhengong's hands before, he simply watched quietly from the side.

"Tell me, who sent you?" Xiao Zhengong looked at Zhong Guoshu and increased the pressure on his foot.

Zhong Guoshu trembled and gasped for breath, but he didn't say a word.

Xiao Zhengong said to the Star and the Light Bulb, "Cuff him!"

The vice-captain gave the order, and seeing this, the Star had no choice but to go up, but the Light Bulb still stood still.

It's right that he doesn't move; he's just a lubricant (oil repairman), someone who just joined the next level last month.

Zhong Guoshu is a fifth-level fighter; if something were to happen to him, the Light Bulb would be dead in no time.

As expected, something unexpected happened.

Just as the Star was about to be handcuffed, a man suddenly crawled out from under the seats and kicked the Star to the ground.

The Star immediately went into shock and lost consciousness.

The Light Bulb, covered in oil, drifted away into the distance.

Duan Xiangwen, the Shut-in Cultivator on the fifth floor, has made his move.

Taking advantage of the fact that Shut-in Cultivator are easily overlooked, Duan Xiangwen managed to get close to them.

He flicked his wrist, spilling a packet of medicine powder.

Xiao Zhengong thought it was poison and quickly held his breath.

I never expected it to be a corrosive powder; when it landed on my skin, it caused excruciating pain, like being burned.

What kind of tactic is this?

Will Duan Xiangwen herself be harmed by the powder?

Meeting.

However, the Shut-in Cultivator's recovery ability is stronger than that of Dark Energy User of the same level.

This packet of corrosive powder was specially made by Duan Xiangwen, with the aim of injuring both the enemy and himself, and then using his powerful regenerative abilities to wear down the enemy.

This is also a good option when you're in a tough fight, but only if your opponent is at a similar level.

Xiao Zhengong's level was not comparable to Duan Xiangwen's, and this dose of medicine only made Xiao Zhengong feel slightly uncomfortable.

He tore clothes off the Star and wiped the powder off his face. Taking advantage of this moment, Duan Xiangwen grabbed Zhong Guoshu and rushed out the door.

Xiao Zhengong was still wiping his face, doing so calmly.

Seeing Duan Xiangwen rush to the door, Xiao Zhengong picked up a piece of broken wood from the ground and threw it out.

The piece of wood pierced Duan Xiangwen's spine with pinpoint accuracy. Duan Xiangwen staggered, and together with Zhong Guoshu, they fell to the ground.

In the hands of high-level martial arts practitioners, everything becomes a superior weapon.

Xiao Zhengong walked towards the two of them step by step.

Duan Xiangwen couldn't move his lower body, so he took out a clay doll from his pocket and threw it at Xiao Zhengong.

The mud doll hovered in mid-air, spewing a burst of Fierce Flame at Xiao Zhengong.

Xiao Zhengong walked forward through the flames, and not only was he unharmed, but even his clothes didn't catch fire.

This is the resistance of a high-level martial artist; attacks of this level, whether from blades, water, or fire, have no effect on Xiao Zhengong.

He grabbed the clay doll in mid-air, glanced at it, and laughed, "Golden House Hides Beauty, I must say, it's quite exquisitely made."

Xiao Zhengong crushed the clay doll and threw it on the ground.

Duan Xiangwen shouted at Xiao Zhengong, "I can't walk! You shouldn't attack someone who can't fight back!"

Xiao Zhengong was taken aback, then nodded and said, "Deep Mansion, this is the power of your Home Spirit."

What a pity, your Home Spirit is a virtuous cultivator, and virtuous cultivators are what I hate most.

As they were speaking, Xiao Zhengong had already stood in front of the two of them.

Zhong Guoshu suddenly stood up, hugged Xiao Zhengong tightly, and turned to Duan Xiangwen, saying, "Let's go!"

Duan Xiangwen didn't leave, and he couldn't leave either; he was still thinking about fighting Xiao Zhengong to the death.

"He's quite loyal!" Xiao Zhengong kicked Zhong Guoshu away, picked up a pebble from the ground, and threw it at Duan Xiangwen's head.

The pebble pierced Duan Xiangwen 'Duan Xiangwen skull like a bullet, killing him instantly.

Xiao Zhengong turned around, grabbed Zhong Guoshu by the hair, lifted him up from the ground, and asked, "Who sent you?"

Zhong Guoshu stared at Xiao Zhengong with a stiff expression, then twitched a few times and fell silent.

He swallowed poison and committed suicide.

Xiao Zhengong returned to the cinema, looked at the Star lying on the ground, and asked the Light Bulb, "Is he still alive?"

The Light Bulb, covered in grease, looked at the Star and said, "It's not certain yet."

"Then let's confirm quickly. If he's alive, call an ambulance; if he's dead, send him to the funeral home!" Xiao Zhengong left the movie theater immediately.

While driving, Xiao Zhengong kept thinking about a question.

Who sent these two people?

He knew he had many enemies, and a string of names flashed through his mind.

The ringing of the phone interrupted Xiao Zhengong's thoughts; it was Team Leader Chen calling.

With such a serious incident, Xiao Zhengong should return to the bureau to report.

Xiao Zhengong crumpled his phone into a pretzel shape, threw it on the passenger seat, stepped on the gas, and drove straight home.

The next day, Xiao Zhengong went to the bureau for a meeting, where the topic of the Culture Palace from the previous day was still being discussed.

The Star is still alive and, after a night of emergency treatment, is out of danger.

Although no agents in the department lost their lives, the incident still alarmed many people.

After a night's sleep, Xiao Zhengong's emotions calmed down somewhat, and he offered a reasonable explanation for what happened last night.

He went to investigate the Black Market and was attacked, which he initially judged to be an act of retaliation by Black Market merchants.

Because of his injuries, Xiao Zhengong went to the hospital for treatment. His phone was damaged during the fight, so he did not receive a call from Team Leader Chen.

All explanations are reasonable and logical.

Even when asked which hospital he received treatment at, Xiao Zhengong could give a clear answer, as he had prepared in advance.

Team Leader Chen inquired about the injuries, but Xiao Zhengong brushed it off. After the meeting, Xiao Zhengong planned to go to the crime scene to investigate and see if there were any overlooked clues, and Team Leader Chen approved it.

Not long after Xiao Zhengong left, Chen Changrui suddenly frowned.

Xiao Zhengong's explanation sounded reasonable at first, but upon closer examination, there are serious problems with it.

If Black Market dealers really wanted to retaliate against the Dark Star Bureau, they shouldn't have targeted Xiao Zhengong.

Since joining the Dark Star Bureau, Xiao Zhengong has never contributed to the investigation of the Black Market, and he has never offended Black Market merchants!

After thinking for a moment, Team Leader Chen called Big Head and whispered, "Go to the Culture Palace and see what Xiao Zhengong has been up to."

Whatever he did, don't tell anyone. Just come back and let me know.

Big Head drove to the Culture Palace. The crime scene had been sealed off, but he didn't see Xiao Zhengong.

Where did Xiao Zhengong go?

After thinking for a moment, Big Head restarted the car and left the Culture Palace.

At Yuezhou Third Hospital, the caregiver had just changed the sheets and carried He Jiaqing back to bed.

Xiao Zhengong pushed open the door and walked in, smiling at the caregiver and saying, "You can go out now."

The caregiver looked bewildered and said, "How can this be? The patient is still here."

Xiao Zhengong's smile remained unchanged, but his tone lowered slightly. "I'm telling you to leave."

The caregiver shuddered, feeling as if a force was pressing down on her body, making it very difficult to even breathe.

She didn't dare to delay for a moment and left the ward immediately.

Xiao Zhengong pulled up a chair and sat down beside He Jiaqing's bed.

After a long silence, Xiao Zhengong asked softly, "You want to kill me?"

He Jiaqing lay motionless on the bed.

Xiao Zhengong patted He Jiaqing's face. "If you want to kill me, then do it. I'm standing right here, so don't pretend to be dead!"

He Jiaqing remained unmoved.

Xiao Zhengong stood up and said, "Is it because of Zhao Xiaowan? You're not satisfied, are you?"

To tell you the truth, Zhao Xiaowan is in my hands. If you want her, come and get her!

Stand up and fight me. If you have the guts to make a move, I'll give Zhao Xiaowan to you.

You're not moving, huh? Well then, I won't be polite. Since you like lying down so much, I'll let you lie down for the rest of your life.

Xiao Zhengong took a coin out of his pocket and was about to flick it at He Jiaqing's forehead when he suddenly heard someone outside the door say, "Deputy Captain Xiao, what brings you here?"

Xiao Zhengong turned his head and saw Big Head standing at the door.

"You're here too," Xiao Zhengong without any surprise. "I was just about to ask you, what are you doing here?"

Big Head said calmly, "I came here to check on He Jiaqing's situation. I've been following this case."

"Yes, you've been following me for a bit too long." Xiao Zhengong gripped the coin in his hand, rubbing it a couple of times, as if he were about to flick it at Big Head's face at any moment.

Big Head took a half step back and said, "Team Leader Xiao, calm down. Team Leader Chen sent me."

"Team Leader Chen, you're making me go to the hospital every day? You're really diligent!"

I'm not as diligent as you. Yesterday I went to the Black Market just to get it over with, and it ended up causing such a commotion.

Last night I was still thinking about how He Jiaqing knew I went to the Black Market. How was he able to have people lying in ambush in the movie theater beforehand? Who leaked the information?

"Big Head, what did He Jiaqing give you? You dare to sell me out?"

P. S.: Don't discriminate against the young Gang Leader; he also rose through the ranks amidst bloodshed and turmoil.

Ban Feng never expected that the top leader's Zha Hu Long Spear would stir up so many troubles.