633: Chapter 622 633: Chapter 622 “Well, since you’re going to die anyway, you might as well guess,” the Ghost King said with a laugh.
“Not every villain likes to explain everything at the end of the story like an idiot, so you can just die wronged.”
No sooner had his voice faded than the Ghost King rushed forward, followed closely by the woman.
“Joker, cover our rear.” The Kirin pushed the Joker forward, while he himself quickly dashed into the nearby woods.
A peculiar smile was on the Joker’s face, but not a hint of anger at being used as a human shield.
Having taken a palm strike from the woman earlier, a faint red glint showed in the Joker’s eyes, like a wounded beast.
Racing through the woods, Kirin didn’t even once look back.
In his eyes, if his underlings died, they died; as long as he lived, all sacrifices had meaning.
Since Xin Dong’s manor was located in a remote suburb, Kirin had been running for over ten minutes, probably covering more than five kilometers, yet he still saw no signs of life.
The injury he had suffered from the woman was spreading.
“You can’t escape,” a ghostly voice came from behind.
Kirin’s expression tightened; the Joker evidently hadn’t held off the two for long!
The Ghost King moved swiftly through the woods, the bright moonlight casting an eerie glow on his face.
With something painted on his face, he resembled a Peking opera actor.
Now less than twenty meters behind Kirin, the Ghost King pulled something from his sleeve and threw it – it was a glowing green bug.
Kirin’s sixth sense alerted him to the danger, and he dodged the incoming bug, though his speed was affected, shortening the distance between them to less than ten meters.
Just then, a dark figure suddenly appeared beside Kirin, and the rustling from the woods grew loud as someone leapt from the trees, attacking him head-on.
Balancing on one foot, Kirin pivoted, bracing his hands upward to deflect the attacker’s blow.
However, his defenses below were open, and the Ghost King quickly closed in, a dagger in hand, stabbing toward Kirin’s chest.
Kirin only managed a half-turn before the dagger sliced open his chest, blood spurting out.
“Damn it!” Kirin cursed as he kicked the woman away.
Then, with palms outstretched, he charged at the Ghost King.
But the Ghost King smartly began to dodge.
“A cornered beast’s struggle,” the Ghost King’s eyes gleamed with excitement.
Once Kirin died, Song Yun would undoubtedly be implicated.
If Kunpeng made a move, Song Yun would surely die!
Kirin fought like a man possessed, blood continuously gushing from his wounds, his face turning pale.
When the Ghost King was biding his time for Kirin to collapse, Kirin suddenly pulled a pill from his bosom and popped it into his mouth.
Sensing trouble, the Ghost King no longer dodged and called for the woman to attack Kirin with him.
But it was…
too late!
After swallowing the pill, Kirin’s aura skyrocketed!
His veins unnaturally swelling with energy!
His eyes slowly turned red.
“Phew,” Kirin exhaled slowly, lifting his head to look disdainfully at the Ghost King and the woman.
“Not good!” The Ghost King stopped in his tracks as the woman’s delicate palm struck out at Kirin.
“Die,” Kirin said simply, swiping his arm.
Bang!
The woman was struck mid-air, crashing into a nearby tree, incapacitated.
The Ghost King didn’t bother with the woman anymore, retreating quickly, but Kirin’s speed had increased beyond measure, and within a few strides, he caught up with the Ghost King.
Another simple punch.
The Ghost King’s defenses did nothing; he flew like a kite with its string cut, landing on the grass not far away.
A bloodthirsty smile curled at the corner of Kirin’s mouth, but then his brow furrowed, and without another thought for the Ghost King and the woman, he turned and ran back into the woods.
“Chase him!” the Ghost King struggled to his feet.
“The effects of the pill will wear off soon!
If we catch him, he’s dead!”
The woman coughed up blood, her complexion wilted, but she also got up and pursued Kirin.
Brother Xiezi thought life was pretty good these days: pull in money for the boss once a month, skim a little off the top, and his monthly income was in the tens of thousands.
Moreover, with the Shura Alliance thriving, Brother Xiezi didn’t have to scrabble and fight like before.
Nowadays, he could play cards with his pals, chat with clients, and at the vibrant age of 26, he was already making a fortune without being burnt out— the dream of many.
Satisfied, especially after recently scoring a girlfriend from Sunnan University, Brother Xiezi felt his life was complete.
The night was clear and beautiful, and since Brother Xiezi wasn’t on duty at the bar that evening, he took his girlfriend out in his pickup truck to enjoy the night scenery in the suburbs and perhaps have a romp in the wilderness.
After spending the evening out, it was time for his girlfriend to return to Sunnan University.
Liking the girl, he didn’t insist she stay out and skip school.
Driving along the mountain road, Brother Xiezi often glanced at his girlfriend, who he thought was prettier than any flower, feeling on top of the world.
Suddenly, a loud bang startled Brother Xiezi, and he quickly stopped the truck to look around.
Seeing nothing, and with the woods emitting eerie rustling noises late at night, he decided not to linger, restarted the truck, and drove towards Sunnan University.
Not long after Brother Xiezi had left, the Ghost King and the woman arrived on the same road he’d just passed.
“Where did he go?” The Ghost King frowned as he looked around.
“Was there a car that passed by?
Could someone have rescued him?” the woman wondered.
“Immediately have someone check all the major hospitals in Sunnan.
If he doesn’t die, our plan is a failure!” the Ghost King ordered, then scanned the area again without spotting Kirin.
He ultimately gave up the search and returned to his parked car, driving back to Sunnan University.
“At the dormitory, make sure to call me, wife,” Brother Xiezi said at the entrance of Sunnan University, gazing reluctantly at his girlfriend.
“Mhm, I know, clingy little Xiezi.
I’ll call you once I get back,” his girlfriend replied affectionately, glancing at Brother Xiezi before turning to enter Sunnan University, looking back three steps at a time, like something out of a Qiong Yao drama.
After watching her disappear, Brother Xiezi turned to get back into his pickup, spinning the truck around and coming face-to-face with a black sedan.
Brother Xiezi courteously backed his truck to the side to let the black sedan enter Sunnan University ahead of him, then he drove towards his home next to the headquarters of the Shura Alliance.