Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 619 - 494 Alright

Chapter 619: Chapter 494 Alright

"Boss, time to order."

"Coming right up!"

"Spicy boiled beef slices, make them extra spicy; stewed yellow beans with pig trotters, oh, and a tomato and egg soup too."

"No problem, take a seat, it’ll be quick!"

"Good, good."

Wu Xiaode took a seat at a table by the roadside stall.

There were a few private rooms inside the stall, and the middle-aged man and his blond companions were sitting in one of them.

But now wasn’t the time to show his hand.

Wu Xiaode discreetly glanced around.

—There are security cameras on this street.

So perhaps it was better to do something else first—

He had been merging with the World Will just now, and his fried chicken had been gobbled up clean by Jiang Shanglan, leaving him hardly having eaten anything.

Plus, he had squatted in the woods opposite to the girls’ dormitory for quite a while.

—He was indeed hungry.

Soon enough,

the hot dishes were served.

The surface of the spicy boiled beef slices was covered with a thick layer of red chili and Sichuan peppercorns.

Wu Xiaode picked up his chopsticks and fished out a slice of beef.

—This sure has some kick to it.

Then he ate the stewed yellow beans with pig trotters; the trotter was fatty but not greasy, and the five-spice flavor had thoroughly infused into the meat. After a few bites and scooping up a spoonful of yellow beans, he chewed heartily, truly satisfying.

While eating, he shoveled in rice and occasionally took sips of the tomato and egg soup.

—It was truly a delight!

"Wow, boss, your cooking skills are good enough for a big restaurant."

Wu Xiaode couldn’t help but loudly praise.

"Haha, as long as you’re happy with your meal," the boss said cheerfully while tossing ingredients in his wok.

Inside the room.

The middle-aged man was drinking sullenly. Hearing the noise outside, he immediately turned his head to look.

He saw Wu Xiaode at a glance.

Damn it!

It was this young man during the day!

He had just started to make a move on that girl, about to have a little fun, when this guy rushed up, pulling him into an alley to give him a beating.

The middle-aged man signaled with his eyes.

"Target is outside, don’t cause a scene. Check around for any other suspicious people," he whispered.

Immediately, three men stood up from their seats, clamoring about needing to use the restroom.

The others gave knowing looks.

One even chuckled softly:

"Looks like business is here, fantastic. Let’s finish this drink and get in the mood first."

Another man clinked his glass against his companion’s.

—These people were used to doing bad things. Just one glance from their boss and they knew what to do.

Not long after,

the three men returned.

"All alone," one of them said.

"No one else around," another added.

"Fresh," the third remarked.

Crack.

The middle-aged man crushed his wine glass.

His eyes reddened with bloodlust like a predator choosing its prey, and he growled:

"I was stabbing people on the streets when I was fifteen. In my twenties, I started my own gang, and now I’ve got a lot of businesses under me. No one has ever beaten me like this."

"Brothers, get ready."

"I’m going to enjoy myself tonight!"

...

Wu Xiaode enjoyed his meal outside.

He had thought things over carefully too.

After all, he still needed to survive in this world. Killing too many people was really not a good idea.

There were cameras all over the street.

If something big happened...

he could forget about going shopping, drinking milk tea, and eating hotpot with Jiang Shanglan.

"Boss, check, please!"

After finishing his last sip of soup, he shouted to settle the bill.

After paying, he patted his slightly bulging stomach and walked to the curb to hail a cab.

"To Cuiyun Mountain."

The cab drove off.

Twenty minutes later.

Wu Xiaode arrived at the foot of Cuiyun Mountain.

This was the same mountain he had come to before, with the West Queen Mother Temple on it.

Wu Xiaode casually made his way up the mountain.

It was already midnight, and not a soul was on the mountain path, leaving him to tread in darkness, making his way upward.

The path was all stairs, quite tiring to climb, so Wu Xiaode would take breaks after walking for a while.

At last.

The sound of running footsteps came from the way he had come.

The middle-aged man, along with Blondie and several subordinates, caught up.

Wu Xiaode got up and started to run.

The people behind him saw him take off and sprinted after him.

Wu Xiaode kept running.

As he ran, he shouted in panic,

"What do you want to do?"

Bang.

A muffled sound echoed through the woods.

Wu Xiaode flew forward, tumbling to the ground.

His expression on his face was frozen; he stayed motionless for quite some time.

—A gun?

If he hadn’t reacted so quickly, he would have been hit by now.

Laughter from the middle-aged man followed from behind, "Go check if he’s dead. If not, I want to stab him a few times myself!"

The crowd responded and walked toward Wu Xiaode.

Wu Xiaode closed his eyes, then opened them again.

Suddenly, he scrambled up from the ground and looked toward the crowd.

He saw that the middle-aged man indeed held a black pistol in his hand.

"Gave me a scare, too bad you didn’t hit,"

said Wu Xiaode, feeling his chest with relief.

The others opposite him were all taken aback.

"Great, since he’s not dead, we’ve got something fun to do—everyone attack, take him down!" the middle-aged man said.

Huang Mao rushed to the front, grabbing the triangular spike in his hand and stabbing toward Wu Xiaode.

"Watch me skewer you right through!"

he shouted with excitement.

——It was as if this were an amusing hunt.

Wu Xiaode quickly stepped forward, caught the man’s wrist, and twisted it back.

Thud.

The triangular spike changed direction, piercing straight into Huang Mao’s chest.

Imitating his tone excitedly, Wu Xiaode said, "Watch me skewer you right through!"

Huang Mao immediately let out a piercing scream.

"Bastard!"

"Dammit, let him go!"

"Screw this, let’s all go, kill this kid."

The rest of them rushed forward.

Wu Xiaode grabbed Huang Mao’s neck with one hand and controlled the wrist holding the spike with the other, facing the crowd.

He had received the legacy of the Human Emperor and had been infused by the World Will with countless combat skills experiences.

Not to mention his own background in fighting—

The sound of the spike piercing flesh echoed with howls one after another.

All of them fell to the ground.

"Let—let me go, please!"

Huang Mao, nearly losing consciousness, begged continuously.

Holding his hand, Wu Xiaode shook his head and said, "Can’t do that, I still need to use your hand, your fingerprints, your triangular spike to kill your boss—"

"Watch me skewer all of you right through."

Bang.

Another gunshot rang out.

On the mountain path, the middle-aged man held his gun, barely maintaining his composure, looking toward Wu Xiaode.

Wu Xiaode stood still.

But Huang Mao’s head burst into a spray of blood, and his howling stopped abruptly.

Finally, his head drooped down.

"Come on then, you should still have bullets,"

Wu Xiaode said indifferently.

He didn’t even look at the middle-aged man but kept holding Huang Mao’s hand, firmly gripping the triangular spike, sending one thug after another to meet their end on the ground.

Every time the middle-aged man pulled the trigger, Huang Mao became the shield taking the bullets.

At last.

There were no bullets left in the gun.

Everyone on the ground was also dead.

The mountain breeze blew.

The last two people standing faced each other.

The middle-aged man slowly lowered his gun and spoke:

"I was wrong this time, I admit defeat, please give me a chance, I will leave this city immediately, never to return."

Wu Xiaode sighed and said, "If it were anyone else, they would be dead souls under your gun by now, so I can’t spare you—not only can’t I spare you, I have to keep killing."

"Who else do you want to kill?" the middle-aged man watched him intently.

"After you die, I’ll take your phone, go through each name on it one by one, everyone must die," Wu Xiaode said.

The middle-aged man fell silent.

After a while, he finally said, "Aren’t you afraid of killing the wrong person, an innocent person?"

Wu Xiaode earnestly explained, "Of course, I will judge—actually, I already belong to this line of work, so there definitely won’t be a mistake, please die in peace."

"How could you, a young punk like you, know anything!" the middle-aged man cursed.

Wu Xiaode did not speak.

He just held Huang Mao’s hand, clutched the triangular spike tightly, and dragged the corpse toward the middle-aged man.

Mountain wind.

It blew harder and harder.

The middle-aged man couldn’t help but pull out a sharp dagger from his chest.

"Come on!"

he yelled.

Thud.

The triangular spike went through his body.

"Wait—I can still be saved, all my money to you, just call an ambulance for me,"

the middle-aged man said quickly, covering the wound.

"Alright," Wu Xiaode smiled.

The middle-aged man’s eyes sparked with hope, and he hurriedly said, "You can transfer the money using my phone—"

Thud.

The spike was pulled out and stabbed back into his body again.

"Don’t kill me... reconsider, all the money... I’ll give it to you!" the middle-aged man begged.

"Sure, tell me, how much do you have?" Wu Xiaode asked excitedly.

"I have—"

Thud.

The triangular spike pierced the man’s body once more.

The middle-aged man swayed a bit, finally realizing the other was just toying with him.

"You... will suffer karma for this,"

he screamed in despair.

"Karma? Do you really hope for karma?" Wu Xiaode stared into his eyes and asked.

The middle-aged man opened his mouth but couldn’t find the words.

All the people he had killed.

All the conscienceless things he had done.

Did he truly hope for karma?

Hope?

He dared not answer.

He was dead.

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