721: Chapter 710: Follow Me 721: Chapter 710: Follow Me “The game is very simple,” Wang Kai said as he gestured to Gai Nie, who pulled out a silver pistol from behind his back.
“The game, as seen on TV, is about who can assemble a gun the fastest,” Wang Kai explained as Gai Nie expertly disassembled a silver Desert Eagle.
“If you’re faster than my friend here, then you win; if not, well, I’m sorry for you,” Wang Kai shrugged, “How about it, dare to play?”
“Do I have a choice?” Wang Hu coldly looked at Wang Kai and said, “If I win, will you really let my wife go?”
“Of course, my word as Wang Kai is my bond,” Wang Kai laughed as he had Gai Nie bring out another gun, both of which Gai Nie disassembled.
“I’ll count down from three, and you start assembling.
Whoever points the gun at the other’s head first, wins,” Wang Kai said.
Wang Hu stood seriously in front of the table, with the thoroughly disassembled Desert Eagle lying before him.
“Don’t be nervous,” Gai Nie said with a sinister smile, “I’m not very good with guns, so you have a pretty good chance of winning.”
“Huh,” Wang Hu took a deep breath, expelled the stale air, and said, “Start counting.”
“Alright, you truly have the composure of a Shura Alliance executive.
That calmness is really something,” Wang Kai said, “I’m going to start counting now, three, two, one.”
As soon as Wang Kai finished, Wang Hu quickly began to assemble the handgun, and Gai Nie’s speed wasn’t slow either.
Wang Hu did have some understanding of firearms and often played with them.
Assembling the gun was not difficult, so he skillfully put the parts together.
A few seconds later, Wang Hu joyfully pointed the barrel at Gai Nie, who was just short of the last action of loading the bullet.
“You’re quite fast indeed!” Wang Kai said with a smile, “Even my buddy here isn’t as fast as you.”
Gai Nie leisurely loaded the bullet and then smiled, “You are faster than me.”
Wang Hu, gun in hand, pointed it at Gai Nie, and then looked at Wang Kai, “I hope you keep your promise and let my wife go!
Otherwise, I’m afraid your friend here might get his brain blown out.”
“Hehe, I’m usually very trustworthy,” Wang Kai said with a smile, “She will be released.”
As he spoke, a cold light flashed.
Wang Hu watched in shock and anger as blood spurted from his own arm.
He wanted to pull the trigger, but to no avail, as the tendons in his hand were almost instantly severed by the sinister man, and the gun fell to the ground.
“You lied!” Wang Hu yelled angrily.
“Haha, I did lie.
What can you do about it?
How does it feel to be tricked?” Wang Kai laughed.
“You won’t die a good death!” Wang Hu roared.
Bang.
A faint gunshot rang out.
Gai Nie, with the silenced pistol in hand, calmly said to Wang Hu, “It’s not about who has a gun, it’s about who wins.”
Wang Hu looked at the bullet hole in his other arm, about to say something, when another shot fired.
Wang Hu fell to the side.
A blood hole appeared in his left leg.
“Ah!” Wang Hu’s wife attempted to scream, but her mouth was covered by someone nearby, and immediately after, another gunshot sounded.
A blood hole also appeared in Wang Hu’s right leg.
“Tsksksk, now you’re just like me,” Wang Kai said with a grin, “The only difference is, when someone hits me, I like to hit back twice as hard.
But money, I value even more.
You disrupted my income, so I have no choice but to take your life.”
Bang, bang, bang.
Several more gunshots followed.
“…”
Song Yun was about to go to sleep when his phone suddenly rang.
The caller was Li Tang.
“Li Tang, why are you not busy making babies with Bo Lin and bothering my sleep in the middle of the night?” Song Yun yawned and asked.
“Big brother, Hu Zi…
is dead!”
The night sky in Sunan didn’t know when, but a dark cloud had appeared, spreading quickly and almost entirely covering the previously clear starry sky within a matter of hours, and the air also started to become oppressive.
At Wang Hu’s home.
Song Yun looked emotionlessly down at Wang Hu’s body on the floor.
Wang Hu’s limbs had been shot through, and his neck had a fatal cut that slashed open his windpipe, the blood staining him almost completely red.
Not far from Wang Hu was a woman.
But this woman was also breathless, her face as pale as snow.
“I…” Song Yun’s mouth slightly opened, but he found himself unable to speak, his body slowly started trembling, “Have you identified who this woman is?”
“She was Hu Zi’s childhood sweetheart, not yet married but already carrying Wang Hu’s child.
Wang Hu had told us before that once he finished up with this business, his child would also be born, and he promised to give her the largest wedding, to not make a girl wait since her tender years until now for nothing,” Zhao Yan said softly from the side, “Boss, try to calm your emotions.”
While Li Tang, Jue Wu, Black Flood Dragon, Meng Ku, Hua Manlou, and others stood silently by the side.
“Take…
Take him away,” Song Yun felt his entire head buzzing, and everything around him seemed to magnify, and the bodies of Wang Hu and his wife were carried away by several men from the Shura Alliance.
Just as Wang Hu’s wife’s body was about to be carried away, Song Yun suddenly heard a faint heartbeat!
Yes, a heartbeat!
Song Yun’s eyes widened as he looked at the body of Wang Hu’s wife; the heartbeat was so faint that if it wasn’t for Song Yun’s strong sixth sense, it would have been almost imperceptible.
“She’s still alive!” Song Yun crouched down and shouted, “The child in her womb is still alive!!
No matter what, you must save this child, you must save it!!”
A few specialized doctors from the Shura Alliance hurried forward, crouched beside the body of Wang Hu’s wife, and put a stethoscope on her abdomen for a moment, then cried out, “Hurry, take her to the hospital now, maybe she can be saved!”
Hua Manlou, Meng Ku, and others rushed forward, lifted the body of Wang Hu’s wife, and rushed to the hospital.
“I’ll fuck his mother, who the hell did this!
Who made the move!” Black Flood Dragon kicked a hole in the wall and then, almost like a nearly thirty-year-old man, just squatted on the ground and cried out loud.
“I’ll fuck, Wang Hu, fuck fuck, why would you die!!
You still owe me fifty bucks; I’ll fuck, who let you die!!!
I’ll fuck your mother, Wang Hu.
Without my permission, who let you die!
How dare you die!!
You…
you!!!
Wang Hu!!!” Black Flood Dragon seemed almost like a madman, punching the wall forcefully while crying out heartbreakingly.
His fist turned bloody in just a few strikes, but Black Flood Dragon seemed to feel nothing.
Zhao Yan’s body shuddered slightly; although usually cold, Zhao Yan’s face now bore a look of utter desolation, with that deep-seated violence buried in her eyes.
Song Yun loosened his clenched fists and walked out.
“Come with me,” Song Yun’s voice was unprecedentedly cold.
In the hospital of the Shura Alliance.
Song Yun stood outside the emergency room, hands in his pockets, staring straight at the light of the emergency room.
Behind Song Yun stood all the high-ranking officials of the Shura Alliance.