356: Chapter 355: Life-claiming Silver Needle 356: Chapter 355: Life-claiming Silver Needle On a silent night, two dark figures were racing through the darkness, with the one behind getting closer and closer to the one in front.
“Damn it!”
The figure in front glanced back at his pursuer and couldn’t help but curse out loud.
This man was very muscular, dressed in black tight-fitting clothes that, even wrapped around his body, perfectly accentuated his solid muscles.
The man’s features radiated a masculine beauty, his speeding silhouette resembling a high-speed human tank.
Long Zhixin, a master from the Dragon Gate Martial Arts School, was there to monitor Ning Fan and Xu Ruolan.
“This Ning Fan runs too fast!” Long Zhixin’s face was covered in sweat, his eyes slightly panicked.
Ning Fan’s speed was just too fast, and it looked like he was about to catch up.
If he were caught, the consequences would surely be unimaginable.
Ning Fan’s reputation as Jiuye was something Long Zhixin didn’t dare to underestimate.
Ning Fan’s strength was not something he could confront alone, so all he could do at the moment was to run while cursing under his breath.
“Damn!
I must get this message back!”
Glancing back at Ning Fan who was doggedly pursuing him, a hint of wariness and determination flashed in Long Zhixin’s eyes.
The reason he was lurking outside the villa was naturally to act as a spy, and after learning that the research on the Genetic Potion had been successful, Long Zhixin thought to bring this message back.
But, to his surprise, even though he had hidden himself quite deeply, he was still discovered by Ning Fan.
Now that Long Zhixin was being chased by Ning Fan, he could only run for his life with all his might.
“Thought you could run after playing the mouse?
Not so easy!”
Behind Long Zhixin, Ning Fan’s face was cold, his eyes glinting with an icy killing intent while watching Long Zhixin ahead.
The two figures sped through the night, running from the villa area all the way under the high-speed rail bridge.
Long Zhixin kicked hard with his feet, his robust body soaring into the air.
He placed his hands on a stone pillar, clinging to it like Spider-Man from the movies.
Ning Fan’s eyes widened, his gaze focused, and with a flick of his wrist, several Silver Needles flew from his hand.
Clang, clang, clang!
As if he had sensed the danger behind him in advance, Long Zhixin on the pillar took a great leap upwards, dodging the Silver Needles.
“Shit, that was close!” Long Zhixin drew in a breath of cold air.
He had only jumped up to try to shake Ning Fan off faster and accelerate his escape.
But unexpectedly, this unintentional act had saved his life, and Long Zhixin couldn’t help but secretly feel lucky.
Seeing that he hadn’t succeeded in bringing down Long Zhixin, Ning Fan didn’t hesitate for a moment and leaped into the air, climbing up the stone pillar to continue the pursuit.
“I’m not a beauty, why the hell are you chasing me!”
Seeing Ning Fan following him up, Long Zhixin couldn’t help shouting out.
In his eyes, Ning Fan was like a ferocious beast at this moment, certain death awaited him if he was caught, and now he was truly panicked.
Ning Fan’s mouth curled into a chilling smile, “Kid, I’m inviting you for tea!”
“No need for tea, the tea Jiuye offers isn’t something ordinary people can handle!”
Long Zhixin’s back was drenched in sweat, and he didn’t dare slow down his climbing, continuing upward nonstop.
Hearing himself addressed as Jiuye, Ning Fan’s brow furrowed, his tone growing even colder, “Who on earth are you?”
Not many people knew of his identity as Jiuye in the Jianghu, and in Zhonghai City, there were just a few.
Now an unknown person had spoken his past title, Ning Fan had even more reason not to let this man go.
Long Zhixin now deeply regretted his actions, really wanting to slap himself.
“Really shot my mouth off, this damn guy probably wants to kill me to silence me now!”
Ning Fan, sensing the intense killing intent rising from below, his face turned frantic.
Previously, Ning Fan might have intended to capture this person alive, but now, Ning Fan had thoroughly developed the intent to kill, which was the main reason for Long Zhixin’s regret.
As Long Zhixin climbed onto the high-speed rail bridge, a train roared past.
Long Zhixin instinctively glanced back and his eyes widened in an instant.
Midair, Ning Fan’s figure leapt up from below, like a Soul-hooking Messenger flying out of Hell, giving Long Zhixin a huge scare.
“Damn it!”
Long Zhixin cursed under his breath, looking at the passing high-speed train, his eyes flashing with determination.
He kicked with his legs and with that impulse, he jumped directly onto the carriage of the speeding train.
With a thud, Long Zhixin let out a muffled grunt.
As Long Zhixin’s figure landed on the carriage, a streak of silver light embedded itself into the root of his thigh.
A sharp pain, along with the discomfort in his spine, jolted into Long Zhixin’s mind simultaneously.
It turned out that at that moment, when Ning Fan saw Long Zhixin jumping onto the train and knew he couldn’t catch up, he simulated the trajectory of Long Zhixin’s body in his mind and threw several Silver Needles.
Finally, one Silver Needle struck Long Zhixin’s thigh.
“Ahahaha!”
Lying on top of the carriage, Long Zhixin gasped for air heavily.
On the overpass above, the figure of Ning Fan was getting further and further away.
That cold, impassive face left a deep impression on Long Zhixin.
“Damn it, finally shook him off!”
Seeing that Ning Fan was not catching up, Long Zhixin breathed a sigh of relief, but the sudden intense pain and numbness in his thigh root made his face change.
Long Zhixin instinctively tried to move his thigh but found that the entire leg wouldn’t respond to his command.
His face turned pale, and he cut open his trousers with a knife.
In the next second, he was completely shocked.
“When did this happen?!”
A Silver Needle was sticking right into the root of Long Zhixin’s thigh.
Centered around the Silver Needle, that area was beginning to decay, revealing the clear outline of the arteries in the entire leg.
Black patterns spread, and a wordless fear spread within Long Zhixin’s heart.
“I’m going to die, I’m going to die!”
Long Zhixin held his head and shrieked madly, his face becoming frantic, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the knife in his hands, his expression fierce.
Schlick!
The blade sliced through flesh and blood, spattering into the night sky.
Splat!
Long Zhixin gritted his teeth, his expression ferociously twisted as he recklessly cut off his entire thigh.
“Woooooahhh!”
Amidst the roar of the high-speed train, Long Zhixin’s screams echoed through the night, blood spurting out like a fountain, scattering through the air.
A leg was thrown onto the high-speed rail bridge, eventually getting caught in the tracks and crushed into a pulp by the wheels of the train.
Long Zhixin lay on the carriage, his eyes a sea of blood, biting his own arm, his face contorted with pain.
“Ning Fan!
Ning Fan!”
Infinite hatred surged in his heart.
At that moment, Long Zhixin’s face was pale as a ghost, screaming like a demon.