Chapter 81 Decisive Killing

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Chapter 81: Chapter 81 Decisive KillingBefore Sun Tianyang, that beast, could cry for help, the man in the bronze mask leapt into the air and delivered a kick toward Sun Tianyang’s head. An intense black wind accompanied the kick, filled the air, and though the foot hadn’t yet reached his head, the force of it already caused Sun Tianyang’s eardrums to ache unbearably. "Snap!" "Spurt!" With the force of half a bull’s strength behind it, the kick sent Sun Tianyang spitting blood. His body flew like a cut-string kite, smashing hard against the wall. Immediately, his head and his body, under the bronze-masked man’s powerful foot, collided with the wall like a watermelon bursting open, blood gushing out as he coughed violently. And Nangong Bing, too, was frightened by the man in the bronze mask’s kick. Although Nangong Bing had seen much of the world, she had never seen such a ferocious person! Her eyes widened and her face turned deathly pale as she watched. The man in the bronze mask had eyes that resembled bloody blades, and the dark aura emanating from his body made one tremble. "You...!" At this moment, Nangong Bing was at a loss for words, stammering without knowing what to say, recalling the rumors about the man in the bronze mask. She had thought they were all baseless, but now, the rumored bronze-masked man stood alive and real before her. For a while, Nangong Bing’s eyes wandered aimlessly, lost in thought. But seeing that delicate, fair face as pure as rough jade, with a palm print remaining on it, Lin Zifeng’s anger soared sky-high! "Does it hurt?" Lin Zifeng’s voice was raspy, sounding like an old man despite the younger aura he gave off, making Nangong Bing one hundred percent certain that the man before her was not old. Touching that face, which incited both distress and anger, Lin Zifeng felt as if his heart was being sliced apart. S~eaʀᴄh the nôvelFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. When dropping off Nangong Bing earlier, Lin Zifeng had sensed something off in Nangong Bing’s expression—perhaps annoyance. Sensing something was amiss, he swiftly headed home to deal with Huahua’s matter. Before leaving, Lin Zifeng, once one of the most elite members of a top organization, had cleverly placed a mini military-grade tracking device under Nangong Bing’s car. This tracker, a product of the United States’ military arsenal with high decibel tracking and sophisticated radar resolution, had led Lin Zifeng straight to Nangong Bing. But upon arrival, he discovered Nangong Bing just moments away from being violated. At that moment, that instant, Lin Zifeng’s heart felt as if it were being cut into piece by piece. Though their relationship wasn’t very close, as a man, it was his duty to protect everyone around him. A man should protect the soil beneath his feet, the brothers by his side, the woman in his arms, and the parents at home. It was his duty, his responsibility to guard them. But what particularly churned Lin Zifeng’s heart was the realization that Nangong Bing, a mere woman, showed such stubborn bravery in such extreme circumstances! Even a tough guy, faced with drugs and surrounded by dangers, with the resolve to remain calm and unyielding unto death, would be rare in this world, especially for a woman like Nangong Bing. It seemed, this woman was far from the frail appearance she presented outwardly. "You... are the bronze-masked man?" In that instant, Nangong Bing was completely subdued by the man in the bronze mask. In such perilous situations, she was saved by someone she had never met before! Although surrounded by relatives, friends, family, sisters, and suitors, none less than any other, in the moment of threat to her life, it was he who came to her rescue. "Don’t talk, just get some good sleep, everything will pass," Lin Zifeng said in a hoarse voice but with a firm tone that offered great reassurance. Snap! Lin Zifeng touched a point on Nangong Bing’s brainshu acupoint, and in an instant, she passed out without a sound. Brainshu acupoint: located four and a half inches behind the baihui acupoint, very close to the brain. During his time abroad, Lin Zifeng, who was part of the organization, would typically learn about Chinese medicine acupuncture points. Because traditional Chinese medicine from Huaxia was so profound and vast that even in this era of advanced medical science capable of reviving the dead, modern medicine still cannot unravel the mysteries of traditional Chinese medicine. There are thirty-six vital acupoints in the human body and eleven that, when activated, cause loss of consciousness. "You... who are you? Somebody help! Help!" Driven by the fear of death, Sun Tianyang had completely forgotten the pain in his body and was screaming hysterically for help. But at that moment, Lin Zifeng’s sharp, bloodthirsty eyes were fixed on Sun Tianyang like the grim reaper himself. To stoop so low against a woman! This man deserved more than death! The years of pent-up fury erupted like a volcano as Lin Zifeng’s menacing aura swept through the room. Just as two bodyguards rushed in, they found that Lin Zifeng had already disappeared. When they turned back, they were met with a pair of eyes filled with death-like silence, staring them down. From the look in his eyes, the two bodyguards had already sensed the breath of death. Those eyes were absolutely the most terrifying and eerily bloody they had ever seen in their lives; even in the final moment before death, they could not forget the ghastly coldness of that gaze. "Crack!" Lin Zifeng raised his hands and seized both their necks, his wrist strength surged, and with a snap, the eyes that the two would never forget gradually faded from their sight. Witnessing all this, Sun Tianyang was already scared out of his wits. Enduring the physical pain, he tried to rush outside, but Lin Zifeng, with his ghostly speed, quickly caught up with him. Facing the demon before him who killed without blinking, not only did Sun Tianyang’s face turn ashen, but his legs also started shaking uncontrollably, and his expression became indifferent, with cold sweat pouring down his forehead like rain. "Thinking of running?" The voice of Lin Zifeng was hoarse, his cold and piercing eyes focusing on Sun Tianyang’s face like frost in the twelfth lunar month. "Who... who are you?" Sun Tianyang knew he had no chance of escaping, so he gathered his spirit and spoke tremblingly. "Was it that hand that struck her?" The cold tone of Lin Zifeng carried no emotion. Locked under Lin Zifeng’s icy, piercing gaze, Sun Tianyang stuttered, struggling to suppress the fear in his heart, he said, "I..." "Pff!" "Ah!" Blood splattered! Screams rose and fell! Lin Zifeng pulled a dinner knife from the table and, without a word, plunged it fiercely into his right palm, immediately splattering his bronze mask with fresh blood. The screams filling the room sounded akin to the slaughter of a pig, as Sun Tianyang’s face twisted grotesquely. Without waiting for him to speak, Lin Zifeng drew the knife and delivered another vicious slash towards his ear. "Ah! Help!" A living ear was savagely sliced off by Lin Zifeng. His face remained as calm as still water, his manner indifferent. Lifting his right foot abruptly, he kicked Sun Tianyang in the groin while he was distracted. The man was kicked to the ground on the spot. His underwear was directly blown apart by Lin Zifeng’s kick—ripped to shreds, shredded flesh and remnants splattered inside his trousers. Sun Tianyang’s face, pale as paper, had now turned an intense red. He lay on the ground, unable to even cry out in pain. He rolled on the ground nonstop. In agony, he screamed his lungs out, but Lin Zifeng remained unmoved. He took the knife and fork in his hand and pierced through Sun Tianyang’s limbs, nailing him to the wall. This torment, both physical and psychological, almost made Sun Tianyang lose his senses several times, but he was always awakened by the pain. Lin Zifeng had no intention of letting him off so easily. He would torment him slowly to death! If Lin Zifeng were to truly torment someone, he could definitely come up with a thousand methods that would make one unable to live or die. For someone as scheming and cunning as Sun Tianyang, Lin Zifeng would not be at ease unless he was dead. He was a resolute and efficient person, never negligent in his actions; for any threat to his future, he believed in eradicating it completely. Ruthless in his killing; not leaving behind any potential threat.

Chapter 81 Decisive Killing

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