Urban Super Soldier King-Chapter 28 - Have you really witnessed murder

28: Chapter 28 Have you really witnessed murder?

28 -28 Have you really witnessed murder?

The sleazy man, seeing Xiang Yu staring at him, quickly hid behind Lan Tingting.

Although Xiang Yu was formidable, he was after all just one person.

The sleazy man hadn’t clearly seen how Xiang Yu had managed to chop off his companion’s hand with that knife attack, but it had been a surprise strike.

He figured if he were the one to launch a surprise attack, the outcome might be much the same.

“Xiang Yu, put down the gun and kneel before me, I’ll give you a swift death, otherwise, heh heh…” The sleazy man, holding Lan Tingting around the neck, had already placed the knife there, leaving a mark on her throat.

“Close your eyes, Sister Tingting,” Xiang Yu said calmly.

“Xiang Yu?” Although Lan Tingting had seen fights before, she had never experienced anything like today’s situation.

She was shaking all over and hadn’t understood what Xiang Yu was asking her to do.

“If you don’t put down the gun by the count of three, I will…”

Just then, Xiang Yu suddenly raised his gun and fired without the slightest hesitation, his expression still indifferent.

“Let me emphasize, don’t make me repeat myself,” Xiang Yu sighed.

“Ah…” At that moment, Lan Tingting realized why Xiang Yu had asked her to close her eyes, as the sleazy man’s brow had just been pierced by the bullet, splattering her face with blood.

When the sleazy man fell, she lost control and screamed, crouching down on the ground.

The people around didn’t react at first, seeing Xiang Yu surrounded and at a disadvantage, they were waiting for Xiang Yu to kneel and beg for mercy in front of the sleazy man.

“Kill him.” Someone finally reacted and shouted, but before the voice even faded, gunfire rang out, a bullet to the temple, killing instantly.

Then three more shots were fired, and three more people fell to the ground.

“Anyone who dares to move, I’ll kill them,” Xiang Yu’s voice was calm, his facial expression indifferent, as if he had just killed a few ants rather than a few men.

The devil, this guy is definitely the devil.

The people around were somewhat in disbelief, staring at Xiang Yu.

Although some of them had killed before, they were never this composed.

At that moment, Xiang Yu suddenly pointed his gun to the second floor behind him as if he had eyes on the back of his head.

“Don’t kill me, I just felt itchy on my body and scratched it,” said the man, dropping the knife in his hand and falling to his knees with his hands raised above his head.

Xiang Yu didn’t pay attention to him and just stood there quietly.

The scene fell into silence, and under Xiang Yu’s imposing presence, no one dared to move for fear that any noise might lead to a bullet.

“We can’t be frightened by him, he only has four bullets left in his pistol.

If all dozen of us attack him at once, we can take him down,” someone suddenly yelled.

Some people were influenced and began to stir, but then Xiang Yu slowly raised the gun in his hand and aimed it at the person who had spoken.

That person grabbed Fang Rong and hid behind her.

Fang Rong wasn’t Lan Tingting—Fang Kuohai’s darling daughter.

Tingting had already said she was just an ordinary employee, and with that relationship, he believed Xiang Yu wouldn’t dare to act rashly.

He had intended to say more just to soothe the situation, but the moment Xiang Yu raised his gun, he pulled the trigger without a moment’s hesitation.

The room plunged into deathly silence once more, the air thick with the scent of blood, and those who had been about to act once again gave up the thought.

Although Xiang Yu’s gun had only three bullets left, none of them wanted to die.

Wherever Xiang Yu’s gaze swept, they all lowered their heads one by one.

He let out a cold laugh, shook his head, and then walked toward Zhu Qingyuan, who was sitting in a wheelchair.

“Someone, Little Li, Old Wang, hurry up and stop him!” Zhu Qingyuan was completely panicked, seeing Xiang Yu step closer, he felt an unprecedented fear.

He regretted, regretted why he hadn’t stopped in time.

If he had gone to the hospital then, if he had left everything behind and left alone, none of this would have happened.

“Spare me, Xiang Yu, I beg you.

I have money, lots of money.

As long as you spare me, it’s all yours.

I promise never to bother you again.

I’ll disappear from your sight,” Zhu Qingyuan finally lost his composure in the face of death and got down on his knees in front of Xiang Yu.

“There are some things I really don’t want to repeat,” said Xiang Yu as he pulled out a chillingly white dagger.

“Xiao Ba, I am your third brother.

Hurry up and tell him to stop, we’ve drunk Blood Wine together.

I have an elderly mother and children; I can’t die…” Zhu Qingyuan knew that Fang Kuohai was the real boss here, and Xiang Yu was just his bodyguard.

He began to plead with Fang Kuohai.

Fang Kuohai was a man who valued loyalty.

When they had sworn brotherhood and drunk Blood Wine, they had vowed to live and die together.

But as time went on, the brotherhood gradually faded, leading to the current rupture.

Thinking back, Fang Kuohai suddenly felt a touch of softness in his heart.

“Xiang Yu…”

However, before Fang Kuohai could finish speaking, Xiang Yu’s dagger was already at Zhu Qingyuan’s throat.

“You have children?

Have you ever thought about the young woman you raped, pregnant with a child?

Do you know the driver you caused the death of, his mother wept until she went blind…” Xiang Yu snorted coldly.

He didn’t say these things out loud because he was no longer a law enforcer but an Underground Evil Emperor.

The knife lightly traced across the neck, a gurgling sound following, then a burst of blood mist sprayed from Zhu Qingyuan’s neck.

Zhu Qingyuan, unwilling to accept his fate, tried to say something, staring desperately at Xiang Yu.

He probably never understood why Xiang Yu’s face was so indifferent while killing, without any expression.

He had never been a soldier, never participated in a mission, and naturally could not understand the heart-wrenching pain of losing brothers who had sacrificed their lives to protect him, the helplessness he felt when comrades were blown to pieces by land mines right before his eyes.

If he had gone through these experiences, he would understand that all of this was nothing to Xiang Yu, perhaps as simple as eating a meal.

“Third Brother!” The moment Zhu Qingyuan fell, Fang Kuohai’s emotions burst forth.

He ran over and held him, tears streaming down unabashedly.

After all, they had once been brothers, and it was painful to watch him die before his eyes.

Xiang Yu wiped his dagger on the body, then put it away.

He pulled out a peanut from his pocket, tossed it high, and caught it in his mouth.

Half of those around had vomited.

They had beaten people, threatened people, and some had even killed people, but it had never been as bloody as today.

At this moment, whether they were Zhu Qingyuan’s men or Fang Kuohai’s men, they all put down their weapons.

What happened today was too shocking for them, a bit too much to accept.

Suddenly, someone yelled and lunged at Xiang Yu.

“Xiang Yu, I’ll kill you…” The man was tall and imposing, his voice booming as if he ignored Xiang Yu’s threat and charged him…