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Lance was a true master in Europe. There was a distinction between masters and assassins; those who operated in the open often possessed greater strength than those lurking in the shadows. Those with exceptional skills tended to have perspectives that transcended the mundane, soaring high above the dust of the world. Thus, Lance had always held a disdain for Jufeng, and in this moment, as the currents of air surged, it was only natural.
Vera remained silent, unsure whether she was reflecting on her own actions or tacitly accepting Lance's provocation.
Another woman stood nearby, coldly observing the two individuals from the Alliance as tensions rose, a disdainful smirk curling at the corners of her alluring lips.
Jufeng faced the approaching Lance with an air of calmness, seemingly oblivious to the overwhelming force bearing down on him. Instead, he casually removed his wireless earphones and spoke in a tone reminiscent of Vera's usual indifference, delivering a rather hurtful remark.
"I really dislike this. The master hasn’t spoken yet; who are these unrefined people to shout like that? Is this how you educate your subordinates in Blazing Axe?"
Jufeng's words were ambiguous; it was unclear whether they were directed at Vera or Lance. However, to European Third, Jufeng had labeled him as one of those unrefined individuals, which infuriated Lance, whose vision soared high above.
Thus, he expressed his anger through action.
The distance between Jufeng and Lance was merely four or five steps—measured by ordinary standards—but for Lance, it was evident that he would close that gap much more quickly. Consequently, the time taken was significantly reduced.
In an instant, Lance stood before Jufeng.
Accompanying him was a fist that felt like a heavy hammer.
The punch was silent; however, due to its incredible speed, it generated a swift rotation of air that created a faint crackle of electricity. The force of the punch had already swept aside Jufeng's bangs, yet he still did not respond.
Vera's expression tightened; her already precarious position on the couch shifted slightly as she braced herself.
The other woman's contempt vanished entirely as she recognized the extraordinary nature of this punch. Her extensive experience led her to realize that the enemy who had kidnapped her was also formidable, prompting her to consider numerous possibilities—thus her previously enchanting demeanor took on a more serious tone.
The wind from the punch approached; it was only natural that in the next moment, Lance's iron fist would make intimate contact with Jufeng's not particularly handsome but strikingly refined face. Yet such a beautiful scene never came to fruition.
For just before the punch could land, Jufeng's earphones suddenly vanished from his hand.
The earphones were about one and a half meters away from Lance's chest when they disappeared from Jufeng ’s grip and almost simultaneously reappeared at Lance’s chest. The speed was so rapid and the timing so tight that to Vera and the observing woman, it appeared as if a series of afterimages traced through the air where the earphones had glided.
These afterimages connected seamlessly, resembling an Iron Fist measuring one and a half meters long.
At that moment, the tip of this metaphorical sword rested against Lance’s chest.
The tip of the sword was sharp, sharp enough to slice through Lance's proud body, splattering a spray of bright red blood.
Thus, the iron fist did not reach its destination; it was expected to travel a hundred miles but suddenly turned back at ninety.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!!!"
Lance staggered back three steps before barely managing to steady himself. He lowered his head to look at the wound on his chest, then raised his gaze to Jufeng, who was casually lounging on the sofa with one leg crossed over the other—calm, yet anyone could see the turbulent waves lurking beneath that calm exterior.
The woman gasped in surprise, her mouth opening wide enough to reveal her pearly white teeth and a hint of her crimson tongue. Clearly, that sword had unsettled her heart.
Lance stepped forward again with remarkable calmness, moving toward Jufeng. This time, all his momentum and energy were compressed within him, waiting for the moment of sudden eruption.
Before a volcanic eruption, the area is unusually tranquil.
However, as Lance took just one step forward, a clear voice halted him in his tracks. Reluctantly, he turned and left the room.
Vera watched Lance, whom she had stopped, and after he walked out, she murmured, "We are allies, aren't we?"
Jufeng understood that this seemingly self-directed remark was actually a question directed at him. He stood up and walked over to the now tattered headphones on the floor, bent down to pick them up, and replied, "Do you consider me an ally?"
"Ever since Large Magellanic Cloud returned, you've acted as if I owe you a great deal of money. Since you can call me an ally, I ask you to respect that term. If you want cooperation, that's fine, but don't treat me like a fool to be toyed with."
Looking at the headphones in his hand, Jufeng suddenly felt that in front of Vera, he was like those headphones—useful when needed but easily discarded when not.
He shook his head self-deprecatingly and casually tossed the headphones out the window, where they likely landed in a bush.
Turning back around to face Vera and the woman, he shifted his gaze from Vera to the woman and said, "I don't want to get tangled up in trivial matters. Since we're still cooperating, let's get this done quickly. I don't want to owe you any favors. No matter what your initial intentions were when you approached me or what your goals were in wanting me to feud with Utada Hikaru or even with the Yamamoto Clan, I don't care. Being used isn't something worth celebrating; at least you still have some value."
"Alright then, let's finish up here. I need to hurry back to Huaguo."
Jufeng's words struck deep into Vera's heart like sharp swords. Yet it wasn't shame or embarrassment that pierced her; it was genuine sorrow. After all that Large Magellanic Cloud had been through, this fool still questioned why she had become so snobbish upon returning to Earth—a truly heartbreaking reality.
But what could be done? Having chosen this path meant relinquishing the right to navigate life as one pleased. The burdens on one's shoulders cannot simply be cast aside; only one knows the bitterness within—the kind that is incredibly hard to swallow.
Lost in thought, Vera stared blankly for a moment before suddenly snapping back to reality. In an instant, she pondered many things as if caught in a terrible dream.
She lifted her head and looked at Jufeng with a mocking gaze, a hint of bitter helplessness tugging at the corners of her mouth. Then she calmly said, "You still don't know her name, do you? Ikeda Masahiro, she is the younger sister of Ikeda Kenji."
Jufeng was taken aback by her words, his expression shifting to one of surprise as he transitioned from one thought to another entirely. He looked at the woman, this vixen-like figure, and guessed that her background must be extraordinary, but he never expected it to be so noble.
Ikeda Kenji was indeed the second-in-command of the Yamamoto Clan, and a rather restless one at that. He couldn't believe that his sister would be mingling in a place like the Pool Table, and even more so, that she could look so enchanting.
Jufeng chuckled, revealing a knowing and lewd expression. He slowly approached Ikeda Masahiro, who appeared slightly flustered and leaned back into the sofa.
By the time Jufeng reached the sofa, Ikeda Masahiro had curled up in the corner. She hugged her delicate legs, looking pitiful like Chuchu.
Jufeng made no further moves but suddenly burst into laughter, murmuring, "In this case, it seems my risk was not in vain, right? Not wearing underwear and being with that Yahui girl."
(To be continued)
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