Chapter 127 - 127 127 Are You Threatening Me

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127: Chapter 127: Are You Threatening Me? 127: Chapter 127: Are You Threatening Me? 1.5 million? “Haha, kid, time to die!” The huge bald man couldn’t resist such a temptation. To earn 1.5 million in a year—how many people will never see that much money in their entire lives? He immediately swung the iron rod in his hand, aiming a crushing blow at Bai Xiaofan’s head. If the rod had hit him, even if Bai Xiaofan didn’t die, he would surely have been rendered an idiot. Both Sun Jianhua and Zhao Desheng had sinister smiles on their faces, as if they could already see Bai Xiaofan beaten down on the ground, begging them to spare him. However, what shocked them even more occurred next—facing the downward swing of the iron rod, Bai Xiaofan didn’t dodge but reached out with one hand and firmly caught the rod. The huge bald man exerted all his strength to pull back the iron rod, but no matter how hard he tried, the iron rod didn’t budge in Bai Xiaofan’s grasp. “What? You want to take this iron rod back?” Bai Xiaofan asked warmly, smiling as if greeting an old friend. “Here, take it!” Before his words fell, Bai Xiaofan swung the iron rod at the huge bald man’s leg. Crack! “Ah...” The huge bald man clutched his broken leg and knelt on the ground, screaming in agony. “Hey, if you wanted it, just say so—I have no use for this iron rod!” Bai Xiaofan sighed, and once again swung the iron rod! Crack! Crack crack!! Listening to the sound of breaking bones and the intermittent miserable yells of the huge bald man, Sun Jianhua and Zhao Desheng slid off the sofa in fright! Zhao Desheng was so scared he wet himself without even realizing it. Is... is this even human? How could someone be so ruthless? He actually smashed the huge bald man’s legs and feet with the iron rod, and even the symbol of a man was shattered. Both Zhao Desheng and Sun Jianhua had achieved their positions through ruthlessness—who in their ranks hadn’t shed blood? Yet, they had never encountered someone as heartless and decisive as Bai Xiaofan before. “Here, take it back—I have no use for this iron rod.” As Bai Xiaofan finished speaking, he slightly shook his head and nonchalantly threw down the iron rod, hitting the huge bald man right on his head, whether intentionally or not. The huge bald man’s screams thus abruptly stopped. In a moment, the room quieted down, completely silent. Quiet! As silent as death! Watching Bai Xiaofan slowly approaching, Sun Jianhua and Zhao Desheng were so frightened they dared not even breathe! Devil... Bai Xiaofan was a devil that killed people like they were nothing! No, not just like they were nothing—he completely treated human lives like they were worthless! Frightened! Sun Jianhua and Zhao Desheng were truly frightened, overwhelmed by boundless fear, feeling as though they had plunged into an ice cellar. “Bai Xiaofan... what... what are you going to do?” Zhao Desheng, terrified, was already stuttering as he spoke, continuously scooting behind the sofa as Bai Xiaofan approached. “What am I going to do? You really have a poor memory, don’t you? Didn’t I tell you I was going to send you to reunite with your son?” A bloodthirsty smile tugged at Bai Xiaofan’s lips as he swiftly stepped forward, landing his foot directly on Zhao Desheng’s ankle. Crack! “Ah... my... my foot... my foot...” Tragically, Zhao Desheng’s ankle was crushed under the weight—after all, Bai Xiaofan was nearly a late-stage Qi Cultivation expert by now, and the strength in his limbs was horrifying! “Does it hurt? Don’t be afraid, you’ll get used to it soon!” Bai Xiaofan said with a faint smile, channelling spiritual energy into his foot, relentlessly stomping on Zhao Desheng’s body. Feet, legs, torso, arms, no part was spared! Throughout the ordeal, Zhao Desheng passed out numerous times, only to be jolted awake by a new wave of excruciating pain each time! Gradually, the screams of Zhao Desheng grew fainter until at last, no matter how Bai Xiaofan kicked and struck, he no longer made a sound. Dead! Utterly dead! Dead beyond any doubt... Sun Jianhua, who had just been embracing a woman and enjoying himself with Zhao Desheng moments ago, now watched as Zhao was literally kicked to death, his body riddled with broken bones, shattered into pieces. For over forty years, Sun Jianhua had never once feared death. But now, watching person after person die before his eyes, Sun Jianhua truly felt afraid, so much so that even as a clan leader of one of the four great families, he was scared enough to wet himself just from catching Bai Xiaofan’s glance. “Bai... Bai Xiaofan, you can’t kill me... you really can’t kill me, my Sun family will surely find out it was you who killed me, and they will definitely avenge me!” Sun Jianhua spoke with a tremble, pleading as he looked at Bai Xiaofan, hoping he would be spared. “Oh? Are you threatening me?” Bai Xiaofan smirked mockingly, looking down at Sun Jianhua with an enigmatic smile. “No no no... I swear, as long as you don’t kill me, I will never seek revenge against you, I swear, I really do!” Frightened by Bai Xiaofan’s words, Sun Jianhua shook his head frantically, almost as if wanting to shake it off, vehemently promising, fearing Bai Xiaofan might not believe him. “You swear? But I don’t believe you, what should we do?” Bai Xiaofan bent over, smiling ambiguously at him, pulling out a cigarette from his chest pocket, lighting it up, and blowing a puff of smoke in Sun Jianhua’s face, causing him to cough violently. “Then what must I do for you to believe me?” Sun Jianhua asked bewilderingly. “Here, chop off one of your hands first, let me see!” Bai Xiaofan said, kicking a fruit knife over to him. Chop... chop off one of his own hands? Sun Jianhua looked dumbfounded, surely this was a joke, right? Who would chop off their own hand? That would be idiotic, wouldn’t it? But seeing the look in Bai Xiaofan’s eyes, Sun Jianhua realized, he was the idiot now. After all, that was much better than being stomped to death! So Sun Jianhua, trembling, picked up the fruit knife, clenched his teeth, and chopped down on his other hand. “Ahhh...” A harrowing scream echoed in the room... At that moment, two people were hurrying towards the location, a man and a woman. “Vermilion Bird, could Sun Jianhua and Zhao Desheng have already fallen victim?” the man asked, looking at the ravishing, cold-faced woman beside him in a low voice. “White Tiger, you are talking more and more nonsense!” Vermilion Bird said without even glancing at the man beside her, her voice chillingly cold, causing the man known as White Tiger to startle apprehensively.

Chapter 127 - 127 127 Are You Threatening Me

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