Chapter 15 (1/2)

Chapter 15: Danger Level

“Young man.” The stout man held his dagger against the girl’s neck, then impatiently yelled, “We have no animosity against you; there’s no reason to get in a fight like this.”

“If you want to save this girl, reveal yourself, and then we can make a deal.”

The stout man yelled into the fog, but he didn’t know where Chang was hiding. He couldn’t see anything but the fog. He wasn’t even able to hear Chang’s footsteps, which made him feel powerless.

“Say something!” There was only a m.u.f.fled echo from the fog, so the stout man shouted, “I said, say something!”

The stout man nervously looked around, and sweat soaked his s.h.i.+rt.

However, not even a ripple appeared in the fog, nor did a response. All he could hear was the moaning from his accomplice.

This oppressive silence made his stout figure tremble from fear and anxiety.

“Son of a b.i.t.c.h! You think I’m afraid of you, huh? I’ll count to three; if you still decide to hide, then this little girl…” The stout man cried while pressing the dagger tighter to the girl’s neck.

A gunshot from in front of him ended everything; the bullet went through his plump lips as he was thinking about what to say. It entered his head, and his stout body collapsed with just a deep groan.

Four meters away, Chang put down his pistol – although he was an amateur with guns, shooting someone in the head just four meters away wasn’t a big challenge for him.

Chang came in front of the little girl from the fog. Blood from the long scar on her face had congealed from the end of her eyebrows to the corner of her lips.

Surprisingly, the little girl stopped crying when she saw Chang approach. In the pool of blood, a pair of s.h.i.+ning eyes fixed onto this man that was half a meter taller than her.

“Close your eyes and give me a minute, okay?” As if her s.h.i.+ning eyes had stung him, Chang turned his head and walked to the man who was still jerking on the ground.

The scar faced man was still scrawling, but due to his spine being broken, the movement of his upper and lower body was extremely disjointed, as if a maggot was wriggling around.

“You know what? You’re more disgusting than a maggot.” Chang lowered his body and sat on the scar-faced man’s chest. He looked into his eyes and said so indifferently.

Then, as if the world had lost all sound, Chang slowly inserted his scalpel into the man’s chest.

Whiff…

The blade pierced through his lungs, and it sounded like a slight gust of air from poking through a ball. Chang patiently waited until the man’s chest completely collapsed before he took a deep breath. The smell of death gushed out from the cut.

Chang stayed in a daze for a while, then pulled out the scalpel and wiped off the dripping blood onto the scar-faced man’s s.h.i.+rt. He then returned to the little girl.

“Take these antibiotics; I’ll help sanitize the cut on your face.” Chang gave her some pills from his backpack, then carefully cleaned the cut with rubbing alcohol.

After he finished that, however, Chang was confused.

Should he take the girl with him? It was a great concern in his mind.

At this moment, he could only take care of himself. Within a day, he had been teetering on the brink of life and death several times, and that was without anyone else dragging him behind.