Return of the King, Dominating the City
Chapter 55 - 55 54 Feeling of a Boiling Brain

55: Chapter 54 Feeling of a Boiling Brain 55: Chapter 54 Feeling of a Boiling Brain “You’re spending four million US dollars to buy back the item you put up for auction,” the young man gritted his teeth and glared at Song Yun.

“What’s the meaning of this?”

“None of your business!

Can’t a rich man like me donate a little more out of goodwill?” Song Yun looked down on the other party and said, “Aren’t there no buyers anyway?

Can’t I practice some vertical integration here?

Why are you high society types so hard to please?”

“You’re just a bastard,” cried the young man in frustration.

“I’d like to see where you’ll produce those four million dollars.”

Every company owned by the people present was worth more than a billion, or even higher, but that was just the market value.

They didn’t have much liquid cash in hand.

After deducting some real estate and company stocks, each could muster up, at most, tens of millions or just under a hundred million.

Song Yun’s bid of four million dollars took everyone by surprise.

Could this guy also be some hidden rich second generation or a major tycoon’s son?

“Waste of space, when you can’t cough up the money yourself, you start mocking others.

You might as well continue your pathetic existence and stop embarrassing the Song Family,” said Song Yun.

If this had happened a little earlier, he definitely wouldn’t have had the money.

But Zhao Yan was here, and that guy was a miser with VIP cards from top banks around the world.

Even the card they robbed together during the last meal had at least fifty or sixty million dollars.

He could definitely cover today’s show-off event.

Everyone was expecting to enjoy Song Yun’s spectacle, but then he just swiped his card for the transfer as smoothly as one would buy vegetables at a market.

But before anyone could react, Song Yun had already left the stage, holding Li Shishi’s hand as they exited the auction.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Sunan City, in an abandoned warehouse, Xia Tian and a group of Law Enforcement Hall Disciples were spread out, each vigilantly covering their assigned areas.

Xia Tian stood by a second-floor window of the warehouse and gazed out thoughtfully.

At that moment, she heard a faint jingling of bells from the stairwell and instinctively turned, performing an awe-inspiring leap.

Her hands braced on the railing, she somersaulted and landed on the other side of the stairwell entrance, hugging the wall.

Her hand deftly drew a sharp, glistening knife blade from her bosom, thin and brittle as if it would snap in two with a slight bend.

Xia Tian slowed her breathing, seamlessly performing these actions, which could leave even the most physically fit gasping for breath.

Her exquisitely beautiful face, reminiscent of a celestial maiden, and her lipstick-red lips looked particularly glaring and eerie on the moonlit night.

Hugging the base of the wall, Xia Tian crept toward the stairwell corridor.

The first thing to come into view was a beefy arm holding a gun.

She arched her body slightly, suddenly appearing in the hapless man’s line of sight.

Her left hand curved into a claw, thumb, and index finger mimicking a Buddha’s ‘picking flowers’ gesture, clamping the intruder’s Adam’s apple.

Her right hand silently plunged the knife blade into the man’s left chest side, between the fourth rib from the bottom, where the heart and major blood vessels lay close.

Whether she hit the heart or sliced a major artery, she was the ultimate victor—the prize was the man’s life.

In an instant, her blade accurately penetrated the man’s heart, and to ensure his demise, she sliced through a major artery as she withdrew the knife, sealing his fate.

After completing this sequence, Xia Tian hoisted the body over her shoulder and threw it at another man, who was caught off guard.

She drew another knife and, seizing the moment of his surprise, made a swift cut, the seemingly non-lethal blade leaving a line of blood that turned from thin to thick across his neck’s artery.

Blood sprayed instantly, and the Desert Eagle he was holding was casually taken by Xia Tian, who graciously returned a bullet to him, hitting him squarely in the forehead.

The last man appeared, his expression terrified as Xia Tian pressed the knife to his temple and stuffed her gun into his mouth.

This Xia Tian, who had killed two robust assassins in less than half a minute, her eyes shining coldly, said in a tone devoid of any emotion, “Who sent you?”

“I…

I don’t know.

I only know they were after you.

Our employer spent four million dollars on your head, which is why all these assassins gathered together,” said the man with a deathly pale face.

“Well, there’s no point in keeping you alive then, is there?” Xia Tian said with a light chuckle.

“No, I also know that you’re not the only one on the hit list.

There’s another,” spoke the man tremulously.

“Oh?

Who could it be besides me?”

“The man’s name is Blood-colored Shura, ranked in the top three of the assassins’ leaderboard.

But we know we’re no match for him, so we gave up on his contract.

Only one foolish kid took it.”

Xia Tian, now with a seductively charming face, covered her mouth with a laugh.

“You guys can come after me, but why go and poke him?

Are you not dying fast enough?

Haha, hearing this news suddenly improved my mood.

I’ll ask you a question, and if you answer correctly, you can leave.”

The man nodded, and Xia Tian asked with a smile, “Do you know what happens to a person’s brain if their skull is opened while they are still alive?”

The increasingly uneasy man swallowed, gazing at his long-dead comrades, he shook his head slowly, not understanding what this woman with an angelic face and a devilish figure was planning.

Suddenly, an acute pain surged through his forehead, a cutting sting penetrating the skin.

Just as he cried out, Xia Tian had already circled his crown with her knife blade.

Then she slapped her palm sharply onto his forehead.

With the sound, the skull cap flew off, and the man’s brain, like boiling water, bubbled fervently within the cranial cup.

Xia Tian looked at the suffering assassin and gave him a shot with a laugh, saying, “Now you know what kind of reaction the brain has if the skull is lifted while alive.

You also understand the feeling of a brain boiling.”

Kicking aside the three corpses before her, she picked up a silken thread with small bells attached to the end, both sides sticky with chewing gum.

She picked up the radio and said, “How are things on your end?

Any casualties?”

“Nothing major.

Lao San had to take a knife for me, but we’ve got the medicine on him now.

How about you?” said the respectful voice from the other side.

“I had three visitors; all taken care of.

Send a couple of guys to handle the bodies and exterminate any remaining hideouts.

I don’t want anyone harassing me along the way,” Xia Tian said before hanging up.

She returned to her spot by the warehouse window, lost in thought.

Three minutes later, three men dressed in black began to clean up the bodies.

Ten minutes on, from outside the warehouse, chilling howls rose.

In a blink, over a dozen assassins lay on the ground, with a clear line of blood at their necks.

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