110: Chapter 110: A Knife to the Throat, Where’s My Knife?
110: Chapter 110: A Knife to the Throat, Where’s My Knife?
Xiao Jianming, following Li Ziwen’s orders, walked over to Ning Fan indifferently, his icy gaze piercingly fixed on Ning Fan.
“How do you want to die?” Xiao Jianming’s cold voice resonated throughout the entire dilapidated factory.
The whole place seemed to quiet down because of this, with only the sound of unidentified insects chirping, waiting for the scent of blood to drift out.
“Heh heh, the bloodier, the more brutal, the better,” Li Ziwen cruelly laughed.
Li Ziwen had witnessed Xiao Jianming’s blade technique: fast as the wind, quick as lightning.
Once he made his move, even the strongest of opponents would die under his blade.
As for Ning Fan, that was even more certain.
Li Ziwen believed Xiao Jianming could chop Ning Fan into a cripple with a single swing; that was the result he wanted to see.
Xiao Jianming drew out his Tang Blade, and the chilly gleam of the blade flashed momentarily, reflecting off his stern face.
Li Ziwen watched it all with a cold sneer, thinking he would soon see the scene he desired.
Next would be Ning Fan’s painful howls, the moment Ning Fan came begging to him for mercy, that was the moment Li Ziwen found most exhilarating.
He paid full attention, waiting for Ning Fan’s agonized screams, his ears practically perked up.
However, with a flash of the Tang Blade in Xiao Jianming’s hand, there was a spurt!
“Ughhh!!!”
Blood splattered out, shooting out like fountains.
Li Ziwen screamed miserably, collapsing directly into a pool of blood, with fresh blood crazily spurting from both legs.
With a single cut, Li Ziwen’s legs were sliced off simultaneously, the wounds deep and clean.
There was not a hint of hesitation in that blow!
“Ughhh!!!”
Li Ziwen’s body contorted, and with trembling hands, he tried to hold his knees, immediately causing more blood to spray out, splattering across his ferocious face, looking horrific in the dark night.
Xiao Jianming stood in front of Li Ziwen, cleaning the blood-dripping Tang Blade and slowly putting away the now-clean blade.
He looked indifferently at Li Ziwen lying on the ground, screaming in agony.
“Why!
Why!”
Li Ziwen’s face was filled with panic, and he still couldn’t understand what had happened, how this scene could have come to be!
Looking at his legs, from which blood was gushing out non-stop, his mind was a complete blank chaos.
Why had Xiao Jianming struck him?
Xiao Jianming should have swung the blade at Ning Fan, not at him.
Could it be that Xiao Jianming misunderstood his intentions?
And as a result, chopped off his own legs instead?
His mind wasn’t sharp, and he couldn’t make sense of the reason behind it all!
Li Ziwen roared furiously at Xiao Jianming.
“Why?”
“Why…”
“I told you to chop him, not me!!!”
Li Ziwen kept asking Xiao Jianming, his expression filled with confusion and disbelief.
The bodyguard he had hired had turned against his own employer—had the whole world gone mad?
Xiao Jianming looked at Li Ziwen impassively, a slight smirk on his ruthless face as he said, “Someone like you isn’t worthy of commanding me.”
“Xiao Jianming, what the hell do you mean?
You’re my bodyguard.
If I can’t command you, could it be that that little security guard over there can?”
Li Ziwen couldn’t believe the outcome—Xiao Jianming had actually disobeyed his orders?
And had even delivered a heavy blow upon him?
What the hell was going on?
“You only have yourself to blame for offending someone you shouldn’t have,” Xiao Jianming said, his face expressionless, not looking anywhere else but out towards the direction of the factory exit.
Li Ziwen raged, “Someone not to offend?
Are you kidding me?
All I did was teach a little security guard a lesson, uh… ahh…”
Li Ziwen grew angrier, and the blood from his thigh spurted out even more fiercely.
Soon, his entire body was soaked with bloodstains.
Looking at him, Li Ziwen seemed like a blood man, but with a mixture of shock and fury, he couldn’t help but be enraged!
The three fake police officers were terrified at this sight, stumbling as they ran back into the police car.
The engine struggled to start, but after several attempts, the car finally took off, heading out of the factory in a desperate escape, no longer concerned with any reward.
Ning Fan witnessed the scene without surprise, but merely watched Li Ziwen, now smeared with blood, with indifference.
Then his gaze fell on Xiao Jianming, and Ning Fan looked at Xiao Jianming for less than a second before moving his eyes away.
“No matter what you want to do!
Take out this little security guard for me, do it now!” Li Ziwen seemed to not understand the situation, insisting on Ning Fan’s demise.
He had a simple thought in his mind: deal with matters in an order—kill Ning Fan first, then handle the matter with Xiao Jianming.
“Have you lost your mind?” Xiao Jianming scoffed at Li Ziwen, tauntingly spoke.
Li Ziwen was stunned, as if he understood something, and yet understood nothing at all.
Were Xiao Jianming and this guy Ning Fan together?
Was Xiao Jianming attacking him just for Ning Fan?
He asked incredulously, “Just for this Ning guy?”
Xiao Jianming didn’t answer him, instead looking outside the factory, while already hearing sounds from afar.
Xiao Jianming, this indifferent killer, surprisingly cracked a slight smile and said, “They’ve arrived.”
Just then, a sedan with its high beams on drove into the abandoned factory.
A black sedan came to a stop, and out of the car stepped a bewitchingly beautiful woman dressed in black.
Huo Qiuran!
The usually gorgeously dressed Queen Huo Qiuran was now in the abandoned factory, garbed in tight-fitting black commando apparel.
Her seductive form approached, looking indifferently at the stupefied Li Ziwen.
“Huo, Huo Qiuran?”
Losing sight of Huo Qiuran, Li Ziwen was dumbstruck.
What the hell is going on?
Why would Queen Huo Qiuran appear here, looking at him with such coldness and ruthlessness?
As soon as Xiao Jianming saw Huo Qiuran step out of the car, he respectfully greeted her, “Sister Huo.”
Suddenly, it was as if Li Ziwen realized something—Xiao Jianming, the peerless Swordsman from Jianghu, calling Huo Qiuran “Sister Huo,” meant that he was actually her subordinate!
There were rumors that Huo Qiuran had extensive connections, powerful backing, and was unmerciful, but Li Ziwen had never experienced it firsthand.
He had also never witnessed this cold and domineering side of Huo Qiuran.
It wasn’t until today that he realized the Queen of Zhonghai from the legends was real—Huo Qiuran truly was a cold-hearted Queen.
Even Xiao Jianming was under her command…
But he couldn’t understand why Huo Qiuran would order Xiao Jianming to attack him?
And why was she here?
Li Ziwen widened his bloodshot eyes and asked frantically, “President Huo, why?
Why are you harming me?”
Essentially, Li Ziwen had gone mad.
Not only had he failed to punish the little security guard, but he had also provoked Huo Qiuran.
Was he going to lose his life here too?
Li Ziwen couldn’t accept it and couldn’t understand, saying:
“I’ve done you no harm and have always shown you respect.
Why would you interfere with my affairs and injure me?”
Li Ziwen couldn’t fathom why Huo Qiuran would harm him.
Was it all for Ning Fan?
Just for a nobody?
Could that be possible?
No way!