Chapter 19: No Flying Daggers, Still Killing! Third Update!

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  Hong Chang Zhao Wei, a year older than Piao Yu, is the only daughter of Nanjing's wealthy and influential Fu Zihao. Fu Zihao has great power and influence in Nanjing, and even the government has to consider his opinions when making decisions. He arranged for his daughter to attend Shanghai University, hoping to keep her away from the turmoil in Nanjing, but unexpectedly, she also became a key player. Within a month of arriving in Shanghai, she joined the Shanghai University Alliance and quickly became one of its core members with her intelligent and calm mind, as well as her efficient work style. She eventually rose to the position of vice chairman.

  At this moment, she looked at the young man in front of her with a veil, her eyes turned around from time to time, and her facial expression was also unpredictable, as if guessing the other's identity, more worried about Du Haisheng.

  Who is he? Why does he want to help himself and still wear a mask, unwilling to let everyone see his true face? This is what everyone including Fu Hongxin thinks.

  Bang, bang, bang......

  These soldiers did not show any mercy either. For the sake of these beautiful girls in front of them, and for their own lives, they simultaneously pulled the triggers in their hands.

  After a burst of gunfire, the little guy who was standing there earlier had vanished. Du Haisheng was hiding behind a cabinet, and everyone stopped pulling the trigger, focusing their attention on the back of the cabinet. Unfortunately, the cabinet was too high, and no one could see what was happening behind it.

  "You two go take a look and see if that guy is dead!"

  A man who appeared to be the class leader rushed over to two small soldiers and ordered them, it was he who had reignited the spark in the soldiers' minds, and finally a group of people followed suit and opened fire.

  Two unlucky eggs looked at each other, seeing a few points of helplessness and depression in each other's eyes, carefully and cautiously taking slow steps towards that cabinet.

  Arriving at the cabinet, he held up his gun and looked back, and couldn't help but be shocked. There wasn't even a bird in that place, and the masked man from earlier had long since vanished without a trace. Had he really encountered a ghost in broad daylight?

  "Is he dead? You two should at least respond!"

  "Class, class monitor, no, nowhere to be found!"

  Two people turned their heads, as if they had run into a ghost, with pale faces and stuttering speech. Large beads of sweat dripped down from their foreheads, purely frightened.

  What...

  Everyone present was shocked, with faces full of hope. At the moment when the shot was fired, everyone almost cried out. The gunfire was so dense that the man wasn't even hit. Now it's said that the masked man is gone, and everyone turned from sorrow to joy. If it weren't for this group of beasts, Fu Hong would have led the applause long ago.

  The class leader was slightly stunned, his face turned iron blue, and he scolded: "You two bastards, what are you playing with Laozi? Just now the bullets were so dense, I don't believe this kid grew wings."

  "Haha, whether you believe it or not is up to you!"

  A loud, clear laugh echoed throughout the entire room. After the laughter stopped, everyone turned around to see that the man from earlier was standing perfectly fine in front of them, a glint of cold light flashing through his eyes as he gazed at them with an icy stare.

  What the hell is this kid, human or ghost? This is too damn weird, wasn't he hiding behind the cabinet just now? How did he end up right behind us in an instant?

  The soldiers were greatly perplexed, feeling numb on their scalps. They didn't know what kind of bad luck they had encountered today to run into such a tough nut.

  "What are you still dazing about? Give me a gun and I'll shoot him. I don't believe there's anyone in this world who is not afraid of bullets!"

  The class leader finally got angry, being played around by others, dodging and weaving in the dense bullets, after the shock, it was strong anger and ferocity. He understood that looking at the attitude of this man in front of him, today had already formed an unhealable knot, had reached the point where either he lived to get out or himself lay down to die.

  "Is there still a chance?"

  Du Haisheng let out a cold snort, drew out the remaining four flying knives, and with a burst of strength, he swung his large hand, sending the flying knives shooting out suddenly. Fast, it was really too fast, so fast that everyone hadn't even had time to pull the triggers in their hands.

  Hmph...

  Pfft...

  Pfft...

  The four soldiers suddenly felt a chill in their necks, as if something had been deeply embedded in them, making it difficult to breathe. They wanted to let out a miserable cry, but not a single word could be uttered.

  Death, the shadow of death looms in a somewhat dimly lit small hut, in the blink of an eye, four people fall to the ground with a loud thud, their eyes wide open in shock, until death they dare not believe whether they encountered humans or ghosts.

  The remaining squad leader and a soldier were pale as death, their legs trembling with fear, cursing in their hearts. They had thought they received an easy task that would bring them benefits, but unexpectedly, a devil emerged halfway, ruthless and merciless, showing no emotions at all. Seeing only the two of them left, while their other comrades were being sniped on the main street by other alliance members, who couldn't arrive in time to help. To know this, even if they died under the workers' militia bullets, they would never come to this accursed place again. Facing such a killing god, death was secondary; it was a complete psychological destruction of oneself.

  "I don't believe you, there's still a sixth flying knife in your hand."

  The class leader was extremely frustrated, things had already reached this point, even if he was scared to the point of wetting his pants, he had to muster up his spirit. Death was simple, yet it made everyone fearful, and he was no exception. He didn't want to die, living was his only choice. At this moment, he was in a state of madness, gritted his teeth, and instantly raised the gun again with an icy demeanor.

  He was also betting with his own life, and the masked youngster's trump card was flying knife assassination. The key to the bet was that he had already lost his flying knives, and the scales of victory were tilting in his favor.

  As soon as the words were spoken, the black shadow suddenly moved, arriving in front of him like lightning. With one hand, it grasped his neck with an arm hook, and its palm covered his head. With a burst of strength, there was a crisp cracking sound. When it released its grip again, the class monitor's body crashed to the ground, his neck completely twisted off by the opponent's large hand, silently departing from the world.

  "I can still kill people even without flying knives!"

  Du Haisheng sneered and said coldly to the corpse on the ground.

  "Grandpa, grandpa, spare me, I have an 80-year-old mother at home, a three-year-old child, and a pregnant wife. Just consider me as nothing and let me go."

  The last soldier, whose spirit had completely collapsed when the squad leader's body crashed to the ground, knelt down with a thud and began to kowtow desperately.

  Du Haisheng sneered inwardly, damn it, why do the male leads in TV dramas always have a pompous and arrogant attitude before killing someone, only to kneel down and beg for mercy afterwards? You're eighty years old, what's with this nonsense? I think your family has an eighteen-year-old young aunt who's quite good-looking. Since you've already started killing, why not just go all the way and join your buddies in hell?

  As Du Haisheng took each step forward, the soldiers kneeling on the ground felt death approaching, suffocating, and an overwhelming pressure that made it hard for him to breathe. His whole body was drenched in cold sweat, his eyes filled with a terrified expression.

  "Stop..."

  At this moment, a woman's voice came from behind, Fu Hong took a step forward and said: "This hero, killing someone is just a matter of a nod, why don't you spare his life?"

  "Hmph, it's not up to you, a little girl, to comment on what I do!"

  Du Haisheng didn't even turn his head, these people are supposed to be adults already, how can their brains still be so naive? In this era, pure and innocent ideas are not tolerated.

  "Ah..."

  The soldier on the ground finally went berserk, his body suddenly pounced forward, grabbed the rifle from the platoon leader's hand, pulled the trigger, and a gunshot rang out. A small round hole instantly appeared on the temple, and fresh blood gushed out in an instant.

  The mental cruelty and torture made him unable to hold on any longer, the soldier with a distorted consciousness finally chose death as his way out, leaving behind this world he loved with a lingering regret.

  The dimly lit room was like a scene of carnage after a brutal massacre...