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"Move forward, don't look back!" The man in black pointed at Azheng.
"Aren't you going to kill me?" Azheng raised his hand and walked down the corridor.
"I've changed my mind. You still have greater value. Hurry up!" the man in black urged in a low voice. The two walked quickly, one after the other, swiftly leaving the residential area. The surroundings fell silent again, and the lights that had been on dimmed once more. "I hope Zhang Yang can hear what just happened at home. If we team up against him, we should have a good chance," Azheng thought.
On one side of the community where Zhang Yang lived, there was a small park. The park was very simple, with only a small pavilion surrounded by dense trees. Among the trees were winding paths and a small clearing. After dinner, some older women often gathered here to dance to lively music.
After the square dancing hours, it became a time for couples to flirt in the small grove. However, by midnight, it was eerily quiet; the tall, dense trees created a spooky atmosphere, and not a single shadow could be seen.
Azheng led the way while the man in black followed him into the clearing of the small park.
"Since Zhang Yang is your brother, call him over!" The man in black said coldly from about three meters away from Azheng.
Azheng was unaware of Zhang Yang's unexpectedly significant increase in abilities. He pondered that if Zhang Yang came, he would naturally be no match for the man in black alone. However, since the man in black had a gun and was lying in wait, Zhang Yang's chances of winning would be slim.
Just as Azheng hesitated, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his thigh and stumbled to his knees.
The silenced gun in the man's hand emitted wisps of blue smoke. "Hurry up; if you drag this out any longer, I won't just be shooting your leg," the man in black said with a stiff expression devoid of emotion.
Blood trickled down his leg and quickly spread onto the ground. "Alright!" Azheng took out a handkerchief and quickly bandaged his wound before pulling out his phone.
"No need to call," a familiar voice came from behind the man in black.
Upon hearing the voice, the man in black abruptly turned around and aimed his gun at its source!
However, after turning around, he found no one there. Just then, another voice came from behind:
"I'm late, Azheng. Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, Brother Yang. Be careful; this guy is skilled."
The man in black was taken aback and quickly retreated several meters while looking around to see who it was. But he could only hear the voice without seeing anyone.
Azheng couldn't help but laugh, "Buddy, he has been behind you all along."
"Damn!" The man in black shouted angrily, turning to face Azheng, raising his hand to shoot. Zhang Yang did not expect that the man in black would actually try to attack Azheng in his rage, so he hurriedly raised his hand from a distance!
"Swish!" A faint yet clear sound rang out as the index, middle, and ring fingers of the man's hand holding the gun were severed at the middle joint, falling to the ground along with the gun. The process was so quick that the man blinked before feeling a sharp pain, looking down at his hand in horror. Panic spread across his face as he staggered and shouted:
"Come out! Come out! Are you human or a ghost?!"
"I am certainly human. Your employer has poor judgment for hiring someone like you; or perhaps, you lack insight for taking on such a deadly job," Zhang Yang said with a smile as he appeared before the man in black.
"You are Zhang Yang?!" The man in black asked while pulling out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket with his left hand. He applied the thick, dark brown paste inside onto his severed fingers, stopping the bleeding instantly.
"I am," Zhang Yang replied. "Am I being too merciful by giving you time to treat your wounds? I could have let you off easy, but you dared to shoot my brother, which is simply..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yang raised his hand and struck out into thin air, sending the man in black flying several meters away with a loud thud as he hit the ground and spat out blood. The man struggled to sit up but was met only with violent coughing.
Zhang Yang walked over to Azheng, tore open his pants, and pressed three fingers against the bullet hole. With a swift pull, he extracted the bullet between his fingers as blood gushed from the wound. He then picked up the small porcelain bottle from the ground and applied the thick brown paste to Azheng's injury.
Azheng immediately felt a cool sensation at the wound, and the pain subsided as the bleeding stopped. After rewrapping it with a handkerchief, Azheng was able to slowly stand up.
"This kid's external injury medicine is really good," Azheng remarked as he picked up the small porcelain bottle, which only had a little left inside.
"I'm not very familiar with guns; you can keep this one," Zhang Yang said as he picked up the gun used by the man in black. "Type 92; it works fine," Azheng checked the gun and put it away.
Suddenly, Azheng trembled as if he had just realized something. Zhang Yang had severed the man's fingers and sent him flying without any direct contact. Even though he possessed martial arts skills, this ability to exert force from a distance seemed outrageous.
Azheng was stunned for over ten seconds when Zhang Yang, seemingly seeing through his thoughts, patted him on the shoulder and said, "It is a bit exaggerated; I just mastered it recently. Remember to keep it a secret." Only then did Azheng come back to his senses and nod slightly.
At that moment, the man in black had managed to sit up on the ground, gasping for breath.
"Zombie face, I think it's time for you to answer some questions," Zhang Yang said as he stood before him.
"No wonder they said a killer went down before; you're not even human! We were too careless," the man in black muttered despondently. His face was clearly covered by a thin mask, which is why Zhang Yang referred to him as "zombie face." Coupled with bloodstains splattered on his clothing in the dim light of night, he appeared quite eerie.
"Are you talking about Ruan Shaowen? You are not even as good as him, yet you dare to come alone?" Zhang Yang paused, "Wait, you all? It seems more than one person has come. Is it your greed that led you to act recklessly?"
"If we had planned carefully and launched a surprise attack, we might have succeeded. Now that I have been exposed, the others will have no chance. It's all my fault; just kill me," the man in black sighed and lowered his head.
"Heh heh. How many of you came in total?" Zhang Yang asked.
"Just kill me," the man in black repeated.
"Originally, I did intend to kill you, but now I've changed my mind," Zhang Yang smiled slightly. "You might as well tell your companions that if they have the guts, they can come find me again. Of course, if I were you, I would gather my companions and head back."
With that, Zhang Yang signaled Azheng with a glance: "Shall we go?"
Azheng understood; since they couldn't extract any more information now, it was better to leave first and find an opportunity to track the man in black later. The two left the small grove without looking back.
"Why don't you kill me?" the man in black suddenly shouted at Zhang Yang and Azheng's retreating figures.
"Because you are already a dead man..." The voice echoed as their figures disappeared from sight.
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