Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!-Chapter 1531: Extra Story: Old Soldiers Never Die, They Just Fade Away (Part 2)
After saying these words, the call was hung up. The other party was evidently confident that they had Situang cornered and had no intention of wasting time with him.
The surrounding Black Scorpion Gang members burst into roars of laughter and began wreaking havoc in the house.
Some rushed into the kitchen to gnaw on the tender braised pig's feet, others rummaged through cabinets searching for money, while some picked up paint, ready to haphazardly splash it around the house.
The triangular-eyed man crossed his legs, slapped a contract onto the table in front of Situang, and tossed out a pen: "You have no insight at all and still dare to threaten our big boss. Your granddaughter becoming our boss's plaything is her honor, you ignoramus. Now quickly sign the paper and don't test my patience. I have no time to waste on you."
Situang slowly raised his head, picked up the pen, removed its cap and calmly said, "All I ever wanted was a peaceful life. Why do people like to stir up trouble? Isn't living a good life enough?"
The triangular-eyed man snorted coldly, eyes glinting viciously as he slammed his hand on the table, losing patience with the old man, then sat on Situang's couch and swung a large palm toward him: "I told you to sign, didn't you understand me? Don't make me use force."
As the slap was about to land, Situang moved as well. He twirled the pen in his hand and thrust it forward.
The sharp tip of the pen pierced through the triangular-eyed man's neck, cutting through his carotid artery and trachea, and blood gushed out along the smooth body of the pen.
"Old man, what's in this iron box? Surely you're hiding something good, aren't you? Bring me the key."
A henchman in the room found a heavy alloy iron box and dragged it out with difficulty, thinking there might be treasure inside.
As he spoke, he walked toward the couch, from his direction only seeing his boss seated with Situang.
Huff huff!
The triangular-eyed man clutched his neck, wanting to call for help from his man, but was pressed down by Situang, unable to move.
With his carotid artery severed, his Life Force rapidly ebbed away.
He never expected that dealing with an old man with one foot in the grave would lead to his throat being pierced and his demise.
No, this guy's moves are nowhere near ordinary.
At that moment, the henchman finally reached the couch and saw the brutal scene before him.
"Boss!"
Instantly, the henchman's face turned pale, and he let out a harrowing scream.
The piercing sound alarmed the others, and the members of the Black Scorpion Gang rushed over, seeing their boss's dire state.
"He killed the boss, cut down that old fart."
The Black Scorpion Gang members shouted and swung their machetes toward Situang.
Situang stood up, stepped forward to evade two swinging machetes, simultaneously reaching out his arms to grab the heads of two attackers, smashing them together.
Bang!
Two Black Scorpion Gang members felt an overwhelming force, completely uncontrollable, as their heads exploded upon collision, spewing white brain matter everywhere.
Swish!
A whistling sound came from behind Situang, without looking, he turned back and twisted the wrist of a Black Scorpion Gang member attempting a sneak attack.
With a crack of bones, the member's right arm was twisted like a pretzel, dropping his machete, which Situang caught mid-air.
Ah ah ah!
The member clutched his twisted arm and let out a scream, but in the next second, the machete in Situang's hand pierced into the open mouth, flipping the body backward, the blade tip shooting through the back of the head, pinning it to the wall.
Emotionlessly withdrawing the Long Saber, the corpse slid down the wall, as Situang walked toward the last standing Black Scorpion Gang member.
"Who... who are you really?"
The member was terrified, shaking like a leaf. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
Of the five who came in, only he remained, and the opponent's ruthless efficiency was like an innate art of killing.
This was not a half-buried old man, but a ruthless executioner.
Situang said nothing, silently approaching him.
Thump!
The Black Scorpion Gang member's legs gave way, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing profusely, pleading, "Don't kill me, please, it's none of my business, I was just following orders!"
Without pausing, Situang's saber flashed, a head soared skyward, with blood spurting from the neck, painting the ceiling like a red rose, as the headless body swayed and fell heavily to the ground.
At the same time, the triangular-eyed man breathed his last, unable to comprehend how he met his end here.
The entire fight lasted only ten seconds, ending swiftly, and the seemingly frail old man had effortlessly slaughtered five ruthless gang members, a completely one-sided battle.
"I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it yourselves."
Finally, Situang spoke softly, casually dropping the machete, and picked up the alloy box dragged out by the Black Scorpion Gang member.
That heavy box, which ordinary people struggled with, was easily lifted by Situang, as if weightless.
He walked step by step to the Supreme Leader's portrait hanging in the living room, took a tissue, carefully wiped off the blood splatters from the fight, then entered the password to open the alloy box.
