By the swimming pool, there was widespread desolation.
Chen Jinzhao stood amidst the crowd, like a god descending, invincible!
Hong Fulong suddenly came to his senses and found Chen Jinzhao staring at him with bloodthirsty eyes, terrifying him into immediately aiming his gun at Chen Jinzhao.
"I am not them."
"My gun is fast and accurate. You can try it if you don't believe me."
He said quickly.
*Pat! Pat! Pat!*
Chen Jinzhao strode towards Hong Fulong. The pressure on the latter grew, making his whole body tremble slightly, unable to even aim properly.
"Stop! Hurry!" Hong Fulong roared.
Chen Jinzhao stopped, pointed to his head, and grinned, "You can shoot me here and see who dies, you or me."
"Do you dare to try?"
Hong Fulong was completely panicked.
He hastily swallowed to steady his nerves and coldly stated, "Do you really think I dare not shoot you? Take one more step forward, and I guarantee I'll shoot you dead. I keep my word."
Chen Jinzhao's face was etched with an uncontainable smile, as if mocking Hong Fulong's incompetence.
Hong Fulong suddenly declared, "Chen Jinzhao, you're dead!"
As the words fell, a black figure appeared behind Chen Jinzhao and lunged at him like a tiger descending a mountain! The dark figure also held a sharp military knife.
The military knife was stained with blood, a formidable weapon!
Chen Jinzhao also sensed the intense killing intent emanating from behind him, targeting his heart.
It was predictable that the attacker was not weak, likely a top-tier soldier among the mercenaries. However, they were still far inferior to a top-tier soldier like Chen Jinzhao.
The military knife was about to pierce Chen Jinzhao's heart, and Hong Fulong watched with a smug smile.
He had been drawing Chen Jinzhao's attention precisely to create an opportunity for this dark figure.
*Hmm...*
The effect was quite good.
Chen Jinzhao blocked the fatal blow with a swift counter using his bayonet.
Sparks flew, and Hong Fulong was greatly alarmed.
How could even he not succeed?
After blocking the fatal blow, Chen Jinzhao turned to appraise the man.
The opponent had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a prominent nose. Chen Jinzhao smiled faintly, "So, a mercenary from Eastern Europe. Your surprise attack just now was too slow. If you had been a bit faster, I might not have reacted."
Hong Fulong was restless and roared at the man, "Sonus, don't give him any chance. Kill him here."
Sonus frowned, sizing up Chen Jinzhao.
For some reason, Chen Jinzhao gave him a strong sense of familiarity and danger.
It felt as if...
He had seen him somewhere before?
Sonus shook his head, thinking it couldn't be such a coincidence. He snapped back to attention, licked his dry lips, and chuckled, "You've got some skill. Among the Chinese I've fought, your strength is considerable."
Before he could finish speaking, Sonus gripped his knife and charged at Chen Jinzhao.
The military knife swirled through the air, its cold glint almost blinding Hong Fulong. Hong Fulong was filled with excitement, believing Sonus would surely triumph.
Curiously, though.
Despite Sonus's decent speed, he was always just a fraction of an inch away from cutting Chen Jinzhao's flesh.
If he was faster, Chen Jinzhao was also faster.
If he was slower, Chen Jinzhao would also be a hair slower, ensuring Sonus was perpetually just shy of harming Chen Jinzhao. He failed to realize that this tiny gap was actually an insurmountable chasm.
Clearly.
Chen Jinzhao was toying with Sonus.
Sweat began to bead on Sonus's forehead, and he realized something was wrong.
"Damn it!"
"Why am I always just a little bit off?!"
Chen Jinzhao heard Sonus's frustrated roar and calmly said, "You think it's just a bit. In reality, it's a million miles apart. Let me show you what 'crushing' means!"
Before Sonus could react.
The "Tai Sui" (a type of sharp blade) attacked with a whistling sound, making Sonus's scalp tingle.
Fortunately, in his eyes, the trajectory of the Tai Sui was simple and its speed not fast, giving him ample ability to block the strike. Confident, Sonus raised his hand to block, only to be shocked. Why did his movements seem so slow?
If Chen Jinzhao was a gust of wind, he was a snail crawling slowly in the wind.
He could clearly feel the gentle breeze caressing him, yet his own speed was far slower than this breeze.
This feeling was peculiar.
In reality.
Sonus had fallen into Chen Jinzhao's visual trap. Chen Jinzhao's speed wasn't actually slow. He had deliberately exposed certain flaws, making his movements appear disjointed, even somewhat sluggish.
When the enemy tried to counterattack, they would fall into deep despair.
The Sonus before him was precisely in this situation.
*Swoosh!*
The Tai Sui pierced Sonus's shoulder blade, eliciting a piercing scream from him.
Chen Jinzhao pulled out the Tai Sui and then inflicted several more bloody wounds on Sonus. Sonus was completely unable to resist, and could only watch as his life force drained away.
"You..."
"I know who you are!" Sonus cried out in terror.
Within their organization, there was a legend of a demon – that demon hailed from the distant East, revered by warlords of the global underworld as the Jade-Faced Asura.
Chen Jinzhao's face broke into a gentle smile, "You know who I am?"
Sonus nodded in terror, then nimbly knelt on the ground, trembling, "You are the globally renowned Jade-Faced Asura, the king of soldiers from the East, a terrifying existence that makes the global underworld tremble."
"What?!"
Hong Fulong, not far away, let out a startled cry and stumbled to the ground.
He never imagined that this young Chinese man with delicate features was the Jade-Faced Yama who had caused their organization so much trouble.
Hong Fulong's mouth gaped open, and he suddenly understood something.
No wonder Ning Pingguo went from a glorious chairman to a prisoner in just a few days; the Ning family had indeed run into a formidable opponent in Chen Jinzhao. Even more amusingly, Qin Fengwu had the audacity to compete for a woman with Chen Jinzhao?
It wasn't that he looked down on Qin Fengwu.
It was simply that Chen Jinzhao was too powerful. He had risen from being a penniless commoner to become China's youngest and most dazzling general, a different world from someone like Qin Fengwu who relied on his ancestors' favor.
In other words.
Chen Jinzhao could even be compared to Qin Fengwu's grandfather, or even great-grandfather.
What was Qin Fengwu in comparison?
While Hong Fulong was lost in his thoughts, Chen Jinzhao made his move, plunging the Tai Sui into Sonus's throat. Sonus's eyes widened first, his blue irises gradually losing focus.
*Thud.*
The body fell to the side, eyes wide open in death.
Next.
It was Hong Fulong's turn.