The Surrogate Bride of the Colonel He

C138 – Killing-out Ching Bite Gold

Witnessing Loong Shen, who not only approached him but also calmly uttered menacing words, Xiao Rann experienced fear for the first time in his life.

Pressing his hand against his bleeding chest, Xiao Rann squinted. Though the man before him wore an innocent smile, his entire demeanor exuded a lethal, icy, and perilous aura, truly terrifying.

“You claimed you desired me, yet why the sudden retreat?” With a menacing flourish of his sword, Loong Shen continued to match Xiao Rann’s pace unhurriedly. The smile adorning his face was both beguiling and eerie, sending shivers down others’ spines.

“I mistook you for a docile lamb, but you’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing!” Despite sensing Loong Shen’s foul mood, Xiao Rann, being a practitioner, wasn’t truly afraid of death.

Retrieving a gun from a captive behind him, Xiao Rann aimed it at Loong Shen’s head. “Do you think your sword can outmatch the speed of my gun?”

Perhaps fearing a silent attack from Loong Shen as before, Xiao Rann acted preemptively.

Yet Loong Shen not only lacked fear but also remarked out of the blue, “Without trying, how will we know?”

Before Xiao Rann could grasp the perilous situation, Loong Shen effortlessly cleaved the spear in half with his sharp sword.

Severed? Xiao Rann’s pupils dilated. It was his first encounter with someone forcibly slicing a gun with a sword.

“Now isn’t the time for astonishment!” Depriving Xiao Rann of respite, Loong Shen swiftly lunged, aiming for vital spots. Fortunately, Xiao Rann dodged swiftly, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow.

Loong Shen’s assault remained relentless, nearly overwhelming Xiao Rann’s defenses. Observing Xiao Rann’s plight, other captives brandished their guns, warning Loong Shen:

“Lower your sword, or we’ll fire.”

“Yes, lower it now.”

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Approaching Loong Shen, the criminals readied their firearms. However, seeing how effortlessly Loong Shen could disarm them, they refrained from closing the distance, opting only to issue threats.

“No need for pleasantries. Why not just pull the trigger?” Loong Shen, nonchalant, even goaded them to shoot.

The convicts were dumbfounded; it was unprecedented for someone to invite their own demise.

Nonetheless, Loong Shen couldn’t delay any longer. A lethal roundhouse kick dislodged the handguns from their grasp. Before they could react, Loong Shen incapacitated them with a series of swift kicks.

Fortunately, they were prisoners. Were they foes, Loong Shen would have met them with the sharp edge of his blade.

“Now, it’s just you and me. Let’s resume our little game,” Loong Shen addressed Xiao Rann, sporting a charming smile.

A game? Xiao Rann furrowed his brow, scanning his surroundings for a weapon to counteract Loong Shen’s sword, but found none. He could only maintain distance from Loong Shen as best he could.

Blast it! Is this what they call “stealing chickens without fear of the cudgel”? I never anticipated he’d be a practitioner, and of a higher caliber at that.

“Always retreating, how dull.” With Loong Shen’s sword poised to cleave Xiao Rann in two, a sudden commotion interrupted. Someone lunged in to intercept Loong Shen’s strike.

Dusting off his disheveled appearance, the man queried, “Second Lieutenant Loong Shen, what’s amiss? Who’s earned your ire?”