Just then, the crowd at the bar entrance automatically parted to make way as a young patrol inspector slowly walked in from outside.
Chen Xia rested his right hand on the grip of his gun, his gaze fixed on Fang Haolong. "Your Wild Wolf Mercenary Group is finished. Fang Haolong, will you not admit your crimes and surrender?"
"Courting death!"
The instant Fang Haolong saw Chen Xia, his pupils contracted. The power of a Grade 3 Silver Bones martial master erupted in an instant. Like a humanoid machine, his body emitted crackling sounds of bones shifting, his blood and vitality boiled within him, and he became like a blade-wielder of the night, leaving behind an afterimage as he charged at Chen Xia at dozens of meters per second. With a horizontal slash, he effortlessly cut across Chen Xia's throat.
"I was just worrying that I wouldn't be able to find you, yet you dared to show yourself. How foolish! As long as you die, this matter will be over!"
Fang Haolong stood where he was, watching the red blood appear on the other man's neck. Hearing the gasps around him, a smug, cold smile curled across his lips.
He had said it before—he only feared Chen Xia's status. As for personal strength, he could kill him in a single move.
As long as Chen Xia died, the Patrol Inspection Office would send someone else to take charge. Then it would be an entirely different situation.
However, just as he looked at the Chen Xia before him, supposedly slain, and rejoiced, he sensed that something was wrong. Chen Xia's body blurred, and then red bats flew out from his seven orifices one after another. Soon, the entire world was filled with blood bats.
The next second, he was completely stunned by