Chapter 26: Omnipresent Killing Intent
As they thought of the series of storms, everyone's face showed an ugly expression. At this time, Ma Ling'er was nowhere to be found, what did it mean? Everyone knew in their hearts, Gan Ping was already furious, but he knew that he had to remain calm and find a clue about Ling'er first. Mrs. Ma was sobbing quietly by the bed, disturbing Gan Ping's mind and making him feel anxious and worried. Mr. Zhang's face was also iron-gray, clearly thinking of something bad.
Gan Ping stomped his foot heavily and strode rapidly towards the door, but Old Ma hurriedly blocked his way and asked, "Ping'er, where are you going?" "I'm going to find Ling'er," he replied. Old Ma looked at Gan Ping's calm face and couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. How could he not know that this child had been with him for so many years? The calmer Gan Ping appeared on the surface, the more terrifying his outbursts would be. Now, with a fierce glint in his eyes, he was already filled with murderous intent. Originally, Ling'er's disappearance was already enough to worry about, but if this child were to lose control, Old Ma didn't dare imagine what would happen next.
Mr. Zhang also noticed that Gan Ping was not feeling well, and hurried over to stop him, "The village chief has already sent someone to ask house by house, there will be news soon, don't worry." "You don't have to hide it from me, Ling'er was taken away by Tianfeng number, I know everything, I just regret being too soft-hearted." After finishing speaking, he pushed open the two people and walked out, Old Horse Head hurriedly said: "Gan Ping, where are you going?" "Since Ling'er disappeared silently, there must be a traitor in the village, who is the most unreliable, you know better than me." "Everyone understands what's going on, it's just that there's no evidence!" When Gan Ping heard this, he stopped in his tracks, turned around, and smiled coldly at the people in the house, "This is Majiacun, not Xiaoyue City, as long as you want to ask, there's no one who can't be asked." The ruthless killing intent revealed in his words made everyone in the room feel a chill down their backs, and they all knew that someone was going to die.
A group of people followed Gan Ping to the prosperous area at the front of the village. When the village was rebuilt, the houses of the villagers behind had not changed, only a piece of land was divided at the entrance of the village as a trading place. Now all the people living there are outsiders who came to Ma Jiaji to make money in the past year. When passing by the village entrance, Gan Ping asked Ma Yangzong, the gatekeeper, and learned that only one cart from the miscellaneous goods store had left the village in the afternoon, and everyone suddenly understood.
Ignoring the astonished gazes of the businessmen along the way, Gan Ping and his group directly arrived at the grocery store, pulling out Wang Boss who was collecting goods in the back room. "Ahh ahh, what are you doing?" Wang Boss looked at Gan Ping with some trepidation, but upon seeing the bosses of the neighboring shops gathering around, he suddenly gained courage and shouted loudly: "Can't I not open a shop in Majiacun anymore? What...?"
Before he could finish, his nearly 200-pound obese body was lifted up by Gan Ping's one hand grasping his collar. Gan Ping stared at him, squeezing out a few words from between his teeth, "Tell me, where is Ma Ling?" Wang Zhuang was choked red in the face, his hands scratching around, but upon hearing Gan Ping's words, his eyes showed obvious panic.
He saw that he was about to collapse, so he stretched out his hand and threw him to the ground. The shopkeeper Wang panted for a few breaths, then loudly cried out: "Quickly come see! The people of Majiacun are bullying those from outside the village!" As he spoke, he began to sob. The surrounding shop owners also started discussing it among themselves. "Shut up!" A loud shout rang out, and Gan Ping walked over to Wang with a gloomy face. He didn't have the patience to waste time on this worthless scoundrel, so he reached out and grabbed Wang's plump arm, saying: "If you don't speak, then don't blame me."
Seeing things were going to get out of hand, Old Ma shouted: "Gan Ping!" Gan Ping gave him a cold glance, and Old Ma understood that the situation couldn't be resolved peacefully, so he shut his mouth and stopped talking. On the other side, Wang Zhangang had started wailing like a slaughtered pig: "You murderous poor boy, how dare you hit me?!" Just then, there was a crisp cracking sound, and Wang Zhangang let out a blood-curdling scream before fainting, as one of his fingers had been snapped by Gan Ping.
He saw him faint, but Gan Ping didn't stop, still bending one by one until he bent the third one. Wang Zhuang was awakened by the severe pain and shouted loudly. The cold voice came again, "Say, where is Ma Ling'er?" "I don't know... Ah———" Another finger was broken, at this time an old boss couldn't bear to watch, stood up and scolded Gan Ping's nose: "You this——" Gan Ping didn't turn his head, stretched out his hand to grab the old boss's arm and twisted it. The old boss's arm was strangely bent, looking like he would be disabled for life. This time he rolled on the ground in pain, crying out loud.
Gan Ping grasped another finger and said, "Tell me, where is Ma Ling?" His voice was calm and cold, like a gust of wind from hell, making everyone present shiver. At this moment, a woman rushed out of the grocery store, wailing and crawling to Wang's side, crying, "You're going to kill my husband! You're going to take his life away! Ma Village Chief, you don't care about this at all?! We even helped your granddaughter find a good marriage!"
Everyone's face changed suddenly when they heard this, and Gan Ping grabbed the woman's hair, "Say, where is Ma Ling'er? Otherwise, I'll take your life." The woman looked at Gan Ping's ferocious eyes and trembled with fear, saying: "She...she..." "Where did she go?" Gan Ping was about to go mad, Ma Ling'er had been taken away, how could he not be anxious? But the woman stammered and couldn't speak clearly. Gan Ping grabbed Wang Zhanggui, his sharp claws like hooks, and with one swipe of his hand, he tore off a bloody piece of flesh from his white and fat body.
That woman, seeing her husband being pulled down by such a large piece of flesh and blood, let out a sharp cry and rushed over. "Ma Ling'er was sent away by us two, she should be arriving at Xiao Yue City now. You poor boy still want to eat swan meat? Marrying Ma Ling'er to the second young master, our Ma Jia Village will prosper, everyone will have endless money!"
Everyone's face turned ugly upon hearing this, and Gan Ping had already lost interest in listening further. He stretched out one hand to grab the woman's head, his fingertips exerting force as he brutally crushed her skull, white brain matter splattering everywhere. This sudden turn of events shocked Wang Zhanggui, who was still crying on the ground, into silence. The onlookers were also stunned, and before they could react, Gan Ping casually slapped Wang Zhanggui's head to pieces with one palm. He stood up, and Mr. Zhang opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.
Gan Ping shook off the brain matter on his hand, turned around and walked out of the village. Huo Er suddenly jumped onto his shoulder, seemingly wanting to follow him as well. Gan Ping picked up Huo Er and placed her in Mr. Zhang's arms, saying "Protect them." Then he transformed into a streak of light and shot out of the village. Mr. Zhang held Huo Er, feeling that the current scene was so similar to one from many years ago. The last time was when the Iron Armor Qiu Niu died at Gan Ping's hands, what about this time?
Gan Ping rushed forward like a flowing light, along the main road, and after more than 90 miles, he would arrive at Xiao Yue City. He secretly hated himself for not refining a flying sword, which would have allowed him to rush ahead of the horse carriage and rescue Ling'er. Thinking about Xuan Mingzi and Huo Long's countless murders, Gan Ping had accepted their memories, constantly suppressing the violent and murderous thoughts that were transmitted to him. Due to Mr. Zhang's daily teachings and Ma Ling'er's gentle affection, these thoughts were firmly suppressed. Unexpectedly, his usual moderate and disciplined appearance seemed weak and vulnerable in the eyes of these people, and even Ma Ling'er was kidnapped. The long-suppressed killing intent in Gan Ping's heart burst forth, and now he had only one thought: rescue Ma Ling'er, and kill anyone who dared to block his way!
