You Have Science, I Have Martial Arts-Chapter 382 - 198: Dare to Defy Me? Bury Him Alive! (Part 3)
"Tiger Bai, last night your son sent people to attack Paradise Hotel, do you dare to say you are not in cahoots with the murderer?"
Liu Abao, with a cigar in his mouth, looked at Bai Suocheng with malicious eyes: "I suspect someone wants to go rogue."
The two once fought side by side, but after betraying King Chenli Peng Jiasheng, over the years, the Bai Family and the Liu Family have had numerous conflicts over business matters, clashing countless times, leading to a terrible relationship.
Bam~
Bai Suocheng slammed the table, cursing: "Did you eat shit last night, Liu Abao? Talking trash here!"
Liu Guoxi quickly stepped up to mediate: "We’re all our own people. Let’s not start an internal conflict before identifying the murderer and unnecessarily amuse others."
At this moment, a cold, stern voice echoed in everyone’s hearts, sending chills down their spine.
"I indeed watch it as a joke."
As soon as the words fell, a murderous figure broke through the ceiling, forcefully intruding, and even stomped the expensive mahogany conference table in half with a single step, flipping dead bodies to the ground.
Ye Qingzhou scanned the room, nodding with satisfaction: "Ming Xuechang, Bai Suocheng, Liu Abao, Liu Guoxi, looks like the dogs raised by the Source Blood Association in Mengding City gathered altogether tonight, saving me the trouble of haunting you down one by one."
"Did you destroy the Wei Family!"
Ming Xuechang and others gasped, thinking Ye Qingzhou would leave after eliminating the Wei Family. Who would have guessed he would dare to stay in Mengding City?
"Run!"
Faced with Ye Qingzhou, the God of Death, Bai Suocheng, who would dare speak harshly to Liu Abao, didn’t even dare utter a word of defiance, turning to flee.
Squish~
The Black Shark Sword pierced through his chest, then sliced upwards, cleaving his upper body into halves, splattering a great amount of blood, staining the conference room door crimson.
Ye Qingzhou held the sword, his tone remained as icy and ruthless: "Anyone else want to run?"
At that moment, the door burst open from outside, subordinates wielding assault rifles rushed in, raising their guns, yet unable to pull the trigger in time.
Zheng~
Amidst the sudden sound of the sword, heads rolled on the ground, blood spurting like a fountain, dyeing the pristine ceiling a vivid scarlet.
Now, no one in the room dared to flee.
Outside, Bai Yingcang, Bai Suocheng’s son, realizing the situation wasn’t favorable, immediately arranged manpower to transfer Bai Family’s assets, especially the blood slaves held captive in the compound.
These "goods" were specifically requested by the Source Blood Association; if something went wrong, he’d never outrun the consequences.
Ye Qingzhou paid no attention to outside matters.
He was a swordsman, not a hero; whether last night or tonight, he came simply to kill, rescuing wasn’t his job.
Furthermore, Ye Qingzhou wasn’t sympathetic, for the Dongji Kingdom’s officials had long declared Chenli’s country unsafe, advising against visiting.
Yet countless fools still risked everything to chase quick wealth here.
Ye Qingzhou wasn’t a saint, thus he chose to abandon aiding anyone, respecting people’s destiny.
But inside the conference room, those "humanoid creatures," Ye Qingzhou didn’t plan to let them live; with a grin towards the patriarchs of several families: "Now, let’s play a guessing game with prizes."
The Combat Puppet’s expression was somewhat blank, its eyes motionless, yet it was precisely this that heightened the uncanny valley effect, chilling Bai Suocheng, Ming Xuechang, and others to the bone.
Ming Xuechang asked with trembling voice: "If we answer honestly, will you let us go?"
"Certainly not, but as a reward, I can let you die quicker."
Ye Qingzhou’s chilling tone instantaneously filled them with despair: "Trust me, it’s not difficult for a Martial Artist familiar with human anatomy to make you feel extreme pain without dying immediately. I’m quite professional in this aspect."
"Damn it, let’s fight him!"
Liu Abao pulled out a gun, firing eleven shots at Ye Qingzhou until the bullets ran out.
Yet Ye Qingzhou casually waved his sword, deflecting all incoming bullets, then a flash later, Liu Abao’s arm and the gun were severed together.
"Ah, my hand!"
Liu Abao held his severed hand, screaming in excruciating pain, his face turning pale as cold sweat poured from his forehead.
The others, seeing this, felt chills in their hearts, already devoid of any courage to draw arms.
Twenty minutes later, Ye Qingzhou, dragging the Black Shark Sword, walked out of the conference room leisurely, stepping over the corpses of several family leaders, having obtained critical intelligence from their confessions.
Midway leaving Wo Hu Manor, Ye Qingzhou encountered the police camp set up by the Ming Family, who were relocating "goods."
In the street, this group of armed so-called police were actually private armed forces established by Ming Xuechang.
The camp leader Ming Guangzhong, Ming Xuechang’s grandson, cruel and ruthless despite his young age, was driving a group of "employees" fooled from Dongji Kingdom through various means like livestock.
"Those who don’t want to die, stay put!"
Seated in a military jeep, holding an assault rifle, his eyes were fierce and malicious, continuously urging his men to quickly escort people onto the vehicles.
Meanwhile, within the troop, undercover police from Dongji Kingdom, Cai Xiaodong, felt the situation was turning bad. He was sent by Dongji Kingdom officials to rescue hostages, yet midway through the operation, they were about to be relocated.
How could he allow this?
To prevent the rescue plan from failing, Cai Xiaodong had to stand out, risking exposure: "Don’t move, I’m a Dongji Kingdom police!"
But the deranged Ming Family, relying on support from the Source Blood Association, didn’t care about Dongji Kingdom’s official organization, instead, they ordered: "Dare oppose Laozi, bury him alive!"
