Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 155 - 61: Chaotic Night (Part 3)
"Whatever."
Fang Zheng chuckled:
"I saved your life, so it shouldn't be a problem for you to do me a favor later, right?"
"No problem!" Zheng Kuo nodded vigorously:
"Absolutely no problem!"
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"Screech..."
The car wheels came to a stop.
The deserted pier loomed in the distance.
"Get out!"
Pan Zi opened the car door and roughly dragged the people inside out of the car.
"Spare me!"
"Have mercy!"
Three people stumbled out of the car, their knees buckling as they knelt on the ground, one of them wailing with snot and tears.
"Crying!"
Su Weijun's face twisted with malice as he kicked the man's head:
"All you do is cry!"
"Pan Zi."
"Has the money arrived?"
"Fifty million has been transferred." Pan Zi pulled out his phone and said:
"But the Public Security Bureau has also made a move, just as you predicted, Brother Jun. These people can't just pay quietly."
"Hmph!" Su Weijun snorted coldly:
"Fifty million means some didn't pay up."
"Yes." Pan Zi pointed at Zhao Jin:
"Her dad didn't pay, and he's boldly declaring online that he won't compromise with us, boosting his election support quite a bit."
"Girl, you're really pitiful, your dad's using you as a campaign tool."
"Maybe..."
"If you die, he might win more public support!"
"..." Zhao Jin trembled with a mix of unwillingness, fear, and anger, finally turning to madness, suddenly raising her head:
"Brother, don't kill me, I... I'm valuable!"
"Oh really?"
Pan Zi sneered:
"How could you be useful?"
"I... I'm quite attractive." Zhao Jin hurriedly said:
"Really, I'm not lying, I just put on heavy makeup now, but actually I'm very pretty, just give me a bottle of water."
"I..."
"Even though I've been quite open, I'm still a vir—"
"Slap!"
Pan Zi slapped her right away:
"Shut the hell up, but..."
His eyes flickered, scanning her body, with a hint of something strange in his gaze:
"You've got a nice figure. We're going to be on the boat for days, nothing else to do, having a woman could be fun."
"As for you two!"
He turned his gaze to the other two:
"Don't say I never gave you a chance. Run ahead. I'll count to seven. If you can really get away, I won't bother with you."
"If you can't..."
"Heh heh, one!"
He suddenly spoke and retrieved a device resembling an ancient crossbow from the car, leisurely adjusting the arrows on it.
"Two!"
The two kneeling on the ground trembled, then scrambled to their feet, staggeringly running towards the river.
Their hands were tied behind their backs, and after being beaten and kicked, their limbs were numb, making it impossible to run fast.
"Five!"
The sound from behind suddenly skipped two numbers.
Pan Zi grinned sinisterly and pulled the crossbow trigger, the palm-length bolt shot like a shadow into one person's back.
"Thud!"
The massive force lifted the person off the ground, and he crashed heavily back down, twitching before falling silent.
"Ah!"
The other cried out in terror, lunging forward crazily, miraculously dodging two arrows, only to trip over a branch and fall.
With hands tied, he struggled to get up.
"Damn it!"
Pan Zi cursed, marched up with the crossbow, and shot two arrows at his head:
"Try escaping now!"
"Who said you could run, huh? Keep running if you can!"
"Thud!"
"Thud!"
The arrows pierced through the skull, lodging into the ground, red blood and white brain matter splattering out, the body convulsing.
"Let's go."
Su Weijun stepped past Pan Zi and headed toward the pier, raising one hand as he approached:
"Old Bi, come pick us up!"
Two figures stood up on the boat, one glanced over and tossed a ladder onto the riverbank, motioning them over.
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Su Weijun frowned slightly, slowly taking a step back, squinting at the figure on the boat, then suddenly drew his gun and pulled the trigger.
Old Bi would never have reacted like this upon hearing his own voice.
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out.
The shadow on the boat suddenly decreased by one, but it wasn't because they were hit; the other person seemed stunned, as if still not comprehending what had happened.
"Watch out!"
Su Weijun's eyes widened as he roared to the sky:
"There's an ambush here!"
Pan Zi, who had been venting his rage at a corpse, was startled by the words, then quickly raised his crossbow and even donned a thermal imaging device.
In his 'vision,' a halo representing a living being was rapidly approaching at an astonishing speed.
Fast!
How could it be so fast?
"Watch out!"
Pan Zi shouted as he pulled the trigger of the crossbow:
"Over there!"
"Swish!"
"Bang!"
In the dark night, amidst the dense forest, by the riverbank, arrows and bullets tangled with shadows as Fang Zheng stepped on a tree trunk and leaped high, soaring like an eagle in the sky.
He aimed for an opening,
and suddenly swooped down fiercely.
A flash of a blade appeared out of nowhere.
"Ah!"
A scream erupted.
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Escape!
Escape far away!
Zheng Kuo desperately swung his legs and arms, sprinting forward with all his might, wanting nothing more than to distance himself from the noise and the terrifying figure behind.
Today's ordeal was far too thrilling for him.
First, he ran away overnight, was robbed by people on a boat, then witnessed a fierce man going on a killing spree, and finally got caught in a crossfire with others.
The dangers he had encountered in his entire life seemed to pale in comparison to today's events.
Escape!
While that fierce man was fighting with others, he needed to escape quickly, as far away as possible.
As for what that person said…
What does it matter to me!
But is his father really dead?
As he thought of this, Zheng Kuo's eyes reddened, and his body trembled unconsciously; perhaps only his father-son bond still held any sway over him.
"Huff... huff..."
He lacked exercise after all, and after running for a short while, he was panting heavily, his throat feeling as if it were on fire, and his legs felt like they were filled with lead.
"Huff..."
Struggling to move forward, Zheng Kuo leaned against a large tree, looking back over his shoulder.
The night was deeply dark.
The dense forest was pitch-black, and he could not see his hand in front of his face.
Fortunately, he could no longer hear any sounds, indicating he had run far enough that the fierce man... should no longer be able to find him, right?
"Young Master Zheng."
Just as he relaxed, a cold voice suddenly sounded next to his ear, causing Zheng Kuo's body to freeze as he slowly turned his head with tremors.
What met his eyes was an eerie and strange mask.
But,
it was not the fierce man from earlier.
It was another person.
This never ends!
Why is there still someone around here?
"Who are you?"
Zheng Kuo's voice was hoarse as he slowly retreated.
"Where's the necklace on your neck?" the person said as their gaze landed on his neck, seeing nothing there, prompting a deeply displeased tone in their voice:
"Speak!"
"Where is it?"
With the questioning voice, a long, sharp weapon pressed against Zheng Kuo's throat, as if a slight push could pierce through it.
The cold touch, the fierce killing intent, made the hairs on Zheng Kuo's skin stand up instantly, with his mind going completely blank.
"What... what necklace?"
"The necklace hanging on your neck!" the person said in a low voice:
"Hand over the necklace, and I may spare your life!"
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A flash of inspiration struck Zheng Kuo's mind, recalling the fierce man's warning. He swallowed and forced himself to remain calm:
"Who are you?"
"You don't need to know who I am, where's the necklace?"
The person exerted force on their wrist, and the slender blade pierced the skin on Zheng Kuo's neck, with hot blood beginning to seep out.
"Why do you want that necklace?"
Zheng Kuo's face was pale, body trembling, as he mustered the last of his courage to ask:
"The necklace is not valuable, but it's very important to me. I need to know who you are before discussing the necklace, or I won't say anything."
"..." The person paused slightly, their eyes staring directly at Zheng Kuo through the mask, then suddenly chuckled and slowly reached to remove the mask.
"It's you!"
Recognizing the person's face, Zheng Kuo's eyes widened:
"He Jiangdong!"
