Chapter 176: Qi Luo Is Dumbfounded

Chapter 176: Chapter 176: Qi Luo Is Dumbfounded

If Qi Luo had a sniper rifle, she wouldn’t have waited until now. When Zhang Yun ran over, she could have easily mounted it by the fifth-floor window of Building A to snipe him.

Before today, Zhang Yun was just a nobody. For Liu Yandao to mobilize such a massive force, he had already exercised extreme caution and possessed an absolute determination to win.

In other words, let alone these three experts, even those two dozen thugs didn’t take him too seriously. Therefore, Qi Luo couldn’t possibly be that well-prepared.

Of course, the handgun might have been provided by Liu Yandao. A heavy sniper rifle wasn’t something easily obtained or carried around.

Thus, Zhang Yun was certain she was merely acting as a bystander in the opposite building.

What else could she do but watch? Her gun and bullets had all been snatched away. Could she still defeat Zhang Yun in a fight?

Now, looking over, Zhang Yun saw a slight reflection on the glass. Though he couldn’t clearly see if anyone was behind it, he felt as if he was locking eyes with her.

Feeling as though the Blood Demon Blade had eaten its fill, Zhang Yun pulled it out. Then, he pointed the blade toward Building A and made a throat-slitting motion.

A provocation! It was a provocation born of pure contempt. A top-tier professional killer? A level so easily crushed by him?

During their earlier fight, Zhang Yun had shown mercy because his opponent was a woman. After Liu Yandao revealed she was a professional killer, he slightly regretted not silencing her for good.

His provocation at this moment was to let her know that he could kill her anytime.

At this moment, behind the window on the upper floor of Building A, Qi Luo was gnashing her teeth in hatred.

She wasn’t too discouraged by the failure of today’s mission. After all, Yang Zhao had easily been shot in the head, and that unfathomable Master Huang had ended up screaming continuously. However, she felt deeply humiliated.

She fumed inwardly, "I’m a killer! If you kill me, I’ll accept it. That’s my fate.

"But pinning me down, straddling me, and groping me, only to leave me alive? What does that mean? Are you humiliating me?"

From her vantage point across the way, she had seen the beginning and end of Zhang Yun’s battle. Though she had missed the middle part, the gunshots and Huang Tianbi’s final agonizing screams told her it had been fiercely intense.

She had to admit that his initial shot, taken while leaping onto the roof of the car to kill the bodyguard, was incredibly slick. And watching him slowly stab Liu Yandao to death, one strike after another, had sent chills down her spine.

Even killers like her prioritized one-strike kills. But looking at him, it was obvious he was thoroughly enjoying the process!

When he plunged the final stab into the heart, his gaze had been fixed on her. Was that a warning? A provocation?

Now he was going even further, directly making a throat-slitting gesture at her!

Qi Luo wanted nothing more than to jump down and fight him to the death.

But killers didn’t take on risks without a guarantee. The reason she had waited to strike as the third wave earlier was that she didn’t want to be cannon fodder. Now, without a weapon, going down there would clearly be a suicide mission. She refused to let her temper dictate her actions and chose to endure it.

"Be arrogant for now. Just wait until the day I take my revenge!" she vowed internally.

But what was this? The bastard was actually starting to take off his clothes! He even took off his pants!

She thought to herself, "This is too much! In broad daylight, with the whole world watching, is he going to flash me like a pervert? What a shameless freak!

"Though... his body is undeniably good. He’s very well-proportioned and lean, with defined muscle lines, but not overly bulky like those meatheads. Paired with that handsome face, this is exactly the kind of physique women like...

"Bah! Good body or not, he’s still a pervert."

Just as Qi Luo was secretly cursing him while keeping her eyes glued to the scene, she witnessed another unbelievable sight.

She thought, "What the fuck! Isn’t that a bit too twisted? He actually went behind the car and started stripping the clothes off the dead bodyguard!

"What is he doing? What an animal! A total freak!

"That bodyguard is just a bit on the younger side, and he won’t even spare him in death? Is he planning to get one off while the body’s still warm?

"Is this some sick fetish of his, or is he purely just trying to gross me out?"

As a killer, Qi Luo considered herself far more twisted than a normal person. But today, she had finally met a true deviant. Compared to Zhang Yun, she was practically a saint.

Zhang Yun knew she was watching from across the way, but he reasoned that she didn’t have a sniper rifle. Even if she still had a handgun, it wouldn’t be enough to threaten him. Therefore, he went about his business quite calmly, not caring in the least that she was watching.

Of course, aside from his logical deduction, he also didn’t feel any sense of impending danger. By contrast, Huang Tianbi had given him a distinct feeling of crisis earlier.

Zhang Yun was now covered in blood. The designer suit Ouyang Mingruo had bought for him was completely ruined.

This filled him with regret. It was, after all, the first gift Mingruo had ever given him, and it was a real shame to ruin it like this.

However, looking the way he did, he would draw a terrified crowd the moment he walked out. He had no choice but to take it off.

In this entire factory compound, whose clothes could he borrow? The others had either been hacked up or shot, leaving their clothes stained with blood. Only this bodyguard, who had been shot through the top of his head, hadn’t dyed his clothes red. His outfit could still be borrowed.

Although wearing a dead man’s clothes felt somewhat unnatural, he couldn’t exactly go grab that female shooter in black, Qi Luo, and strip her clothes off, could he? Even if he managed to squeeze into them, it would be tight women’s clothing—much worse than wearing Mingruo’s pajamas last night. He would still be stared at if he went out like that.

After changing into the bodyguard’s clothes, Zhang Yun sent his current location directly to Ouyang Kunpeng, followed by a message: "I’ve taken care of Liu Yandao for you. Send someone to clean up the scene as soon as possible!"

Ouyang Kunpeng was online and constantly available today. He immediately replied with a question mark, followed by another message: "Don’t make jokes like that."

Zhang Yun simply snapped a photo of Liu Yandao’s gruesome corpse and sent it over. Since the bodyguard had been stripped of his clothes, it wouldn’t be appropriate to include him in the picture.

Ouyang Kunpeng wasn’t surprised that Zhang Yun knew of Liu Yandao; Mingruo had surely told him. But who was Liu Yandao? He was a ruthless mastermind capable of manipulating Ouyang Qilin like a puppet! That was right—he refused to accept that his younger brother was inherently evil, shifting the blame instead to Liu Yandao’s manipulation and bewitchment.

Zhang Yun’s individual combat skills were impressive, but he shouldn’t have even been able to locate Liu Yandao’s doorstep, let alone get close enough to assassinate him.

Yet, just as this dismissive thought crossed his mind, he saw the photo Zhang Yun sent.

Liu Yandao hadn’t just been taken out—he had been stabbed multiple times!

Unable to sit still any longer, Ouyang Kunpeng hastily initiated a video call.

To ensure Ouyang Kunpeng arranged a cleanup crew as soon as possible and prevented a massive uproar, Zhang Yun immediately answered the call.

"Zhang... Zhang Yun, you... you aren’t joking, are you? How did you do it?"

Zhang Yun flipped the camera to show him the scene. "I don’t know the guy, so you tell me if this is the real Liu Yandao. As for how I did it, it’s pretty obvious it was with a knife."

"..." Ouyang Kunpeng was left completely dumbfounded. When he had seen the photo just moments ago, he had already confirmed it was Liu Yandao. Now, with the video call, there was no room for forgery—the real person was lying right there.

"You... You..."

Ouyang Kunpeng desperately wanted to say that even he couldn’t track down Liu Yandao, so how could a lowly farmer like him find the man in a vast, unfamiliar metropolis?

It was completely illogical.

The most reasonable explanation was that Liu Yandao and Zhang Yun were working together, faking his death to lull him into a false sense of security...

"I’ll be straight with you," Zhang Yun said. "I only took out Liu Yandao, as well as an expert by his side named Master Huang, and a swordsman named Yang Zhao. There were also dozens of thugs. Although I hacked them to pieces, severing arms and legs, I didn’t kill them all. If they run off and cause a scene..."

Ouyang Kunpeng snapped out of his daze. "I’ll handle it right away! Immediately! Wait for me there!"

Wait for him? Wait for what? For him to hand over a bonus?

"I scoffed at Liu Yandao’s offer of a hundred million just now," Zhang Yun thought with a slight sneer. He hung up the video call without hesitation and headed to the parking lot to find his car.