God-Level Special Forces Soldier

Xiao Tian and Lin Bingxuan saw a large crowd gathered here and felt curious, so they walked closer and saw it was Li Ying’s restaurant.

"Have you been here before?" Lin Bingxuan asked.

Xiao Tian nodded and squeezed through the crowd, peering through the glass window to see Wang Meng collapsed on the ground.

Saintly Virtue Daoist snatched the pistol from Wang Meng’s waist, feeling much more emboldened, and looked at him with a sinister smile, suddenly raising his right foot and stomping down on his chest.

"Ah!!!"

Wang Meng screamed miserably as he curled up, his body trembling constantly, each tremor accompanied by blood gushing from his mouth.

Li Ying let out a piercing scream, knelt beside Wang Meng, tears continually falling as she loudly called out his name.

Saintly Virtue Daoist let out a series of lewd laughs and raised his foot again, this time aiming between Wang Meng’s legs, his expression becoming even more ferocious and terrifying: "What I want is this gun!"

Having said that, he tossed the gun aside and paid no more attention to Wang Meng.

"Little beauty, don’t worry!" Saintly Virtue Daoist looked at the tearful Li Ying, his eyes blazing with lust: "He’s ruined, but you still have me! Hahahahahaha!"

The fallen Wang Meng’s eyes suddenly widened, reflecting infinite horror.

Li Ying suddenly raised her head and snarled fiercely at Saintly Virtue Daoist, letting out a scream and charged forward.

Naturally, she was effortlessly restrained by Saintly Virtue Daoist, unable to move!

Seeing her bruised and battered arms, Saintly Virtue Daoist’s excitement grew stronger: "Don’t be in a rush!"

Before the words fell, the suspended foot slowly descended...

At this moment, Xiao Tian moved, unable to directly engage Saintly Virtue Daoist, he instead raised his hand and threw a dagger he was carrying.

Saintly Virtue Daoist sensed it, narrowly dodging the lethal strike with a sidestep.

Xiao Tian certainly didn’t naively think a casual toss could take Saintly Virtue Daoist’s life, this move was merely to delay a moment—one moment was enough to save Wang Meng.

Xiao Tian looked at Wang Meng, whose chest had collapsed and was almost deprived of a man’s most vital possession, his eyes burning with palpable anger.

"Do you have a gun too?" Saintly Virtue Daoist forced out calmness in his inquiry, as long as the opponent lacked firearms, any number of people could be easily managed.

Xiao Tian stared coldly at Saintly Virtue Daoist, as if looking at a dead man, and said in a chilly tone: "To kill you, do I need a gun?"

Upon hearing the opponent’s answer, Saintly Virtue Daoist arrogantly said: "Just you?"

He then slapped the table in front of him, and with a loud ’bang’, the aluminum table snapped in half.

"Come, come!" Saintly Virtue Daoist nonchalantly opened the handcuffs, scornfully looking at Xiao Tian, patting his chest: "I’ll stand still and let you hit, but you have to watch, half-dead like him, while she’s taken by us!"

Saintly Virtue Daoist pointed at Li Ying, exchanged a look with Chen Guangnian, both their eyes revealing a hint of malice.

In the past, Xiao Tian would never waste time on such low-intelligence opponents, simply and decisively killing them would suffice, but today Xiao Tian decided not to let him die, he would let him live in pain.

Xiao Tian wordlessly grasped Saintly Virtue Daoist’s arm with both hands, a fierce determination surfacing on his face, as he twisted his arms sharply.

Saintly Virtue Daoist’s confident smile remained on his face, thinking the opponent, colleague of Wang Meng, would only be slightly stronger than an average person, certainly incapable of inflicting any harm on him!

The next moment, Saintly Virtue Daoist was horrified to find that one of his arms had dislocated, completely beyond his control.

Chen Guangnian, seeing this, quickly tried to declare his identity, only to be slapped into a dazed state by Xiao Tian, tumbling several times.

Xiao Tian’s slap was precise, not directly fatal, yet leaving one side of his face three times larger than the other.

The opponent was that insolent, Chen Guangnian, his face swollen to the point where he could barely see through a slit, fuming with rage.

Wang Meng had paused and restrained upon hearing his identity earlier, but this one acted with utter disregard, completely outside his expectations.

Previously invincible methods, today they were utterly ineffective!

Next, Xiao Tian consecutively dislocated Saintly Virtue Daoist’s four limbs, leaving him like a lump of mud, completely at the mercy of others.

On the side, Chen Guangnian saw Xiao Tian deal with Saintly Virtue Daoist in the blink of an eye without even changing his expression, terrified to the point of almost wetting his pants, never seeing such a ruthless person.

And then there was a warmth in his crotch, a hot stream bursting forth.

Xiao Tian replicated Saintly Virtue Daoist’s earlier gesture, suspending his foot in mid-air, slowly lowering it.

Saintly Virtue Daoist tried to make sounds, but his jaw had been dismantled by Xiao Tian long ago, leaving him unable to express whether he wanted to beg for mercy or curse Xiao Tian.

However, to Chen Guangnian, it seemed more likely he was begging for mercy!

No! Certainly, he must be begging for mercy!

No man faced with the threat of losing his manhood could still have the guts to utter provocative words.

Xiao Tian leaned in as if listening, then muttered to himself: "What? You actually dared me to have the guts to stomp down? Alright! Then as you wish!"

Saintly Virtue Daoist blinked his eyes rapidly, tears almost falling in anxiety, once Xiao Tian’s foot descended, how was it different from death?

Death could at least be faster, but living as a man without a vital tool was worse than dying!

Seeing Saintly Virtue Daoist’s miserable state, Chen Guangnian thought of the scene he was likely to face next, and wet himself without hesitation!

Then he tilted his head and lost consciousness.

"Hold on!"

After an angry shout, a Daoist dressed similarly to Saintly Virtue Daoist walked in.

The Daoist’s skin was dark and his appearance sincere, looking at Saintly Virtue Daoist who was gazing at his own legs, he asked: "Master, what is this?"

You freaking idiot!

Faced with his disciple’s intelligence, Saintly Virtue Daoist was speechless, hadn’t he noticed that his life was literally underfoot now?

The dark Daoist scratched his head, could it be that the master actually liked this sort of thing?

If he remembered correctly, it was... uh, seemed to be a letter followed by the word "man"?

But why would he do such a thing with so many people watching?

To be unfazed and silent with so many watching, the master truly is masterful!

If Saintly Virtue Daoist heard these words, he’d probably slap him dead on the spot, but at this moment, his life was completely in someone else’s hands.

Seeing Xiao Tian’s handsome face, the dark Daoist’s eyes reflected deep disgust, and he immediately said: "You’re a handsome guy, why choose this line of work?"

Being asked by the dark Daoist, Xiao Tian was left puzzled, him saying he’s handsome wasn’t wrong, but a line of work?

What kind of work did he do?

Then he heard the dark Daoist say: "You could choose that over this, it’s far better!"

Xiao Tian was bewildered: "That? This? What exactly are you talking about?"

The dark Daoist, with a tone of disappointment, explained: "That is, uh... it’s ’gagaga’, this is what you’re doing now!"

"Gagaga?" Xiao Tian was still clueless, thinking this person must be some kind of idiot, right?