441 One Punch (1/2)
The mustached man had mentioned earlier that his daughter was a fan of Chen Xiaobei. He never thought that the man himself would help him just because of that!
”That brat is insane! He's throwing his life away for a fan!”
”Absolutely crazy… We can't even leave this place if we wanted to, and he simply walked towards death!”
”That blood descendant monster would never spare him!”
The Jianghu veterans talked as if Chen Xiaobei was an idiot with suicidal tendencies, and even the mustache man doubted his help.
”Brother… You are a good man!” He breathed. ”I really appreciate your help, but don't die here with me… Run… Run as far as you can…”
His groveling attitude towards Fan Tong aside, the mustached man was gallant enough to tell his rival to escape. He knew the meaning of brotherhood as fellow members of Jianghu, in the very least.
In the distance, Song Qincheng's anxiety gauge was brimming. ”Asshole!” She muttered, biting down on her own lips ”Don't act tough and die there! What should I do with my life if you aren't together with me…”
Moments ago, she had completely lost her composure when she saw Si Xuanyu. She was certain that Chen Xiaobei could never defeat a monster like that who threw the group of Crimson Cloud Jianghu elites around like ragdolls.
Ultimately, Chen Xiaobei stayed cold as ice while everyone else lost their minds to fear. Each of his step was firm – he clearly had no intention of stopping in his tracks.
”Bastard! Do you know that you walk towards death?” Si Xuanyu glared at Chen Xiaobei haughtily with his crimson eyes; he protruded his blood-red tongue to lick his fangs that were dipped in sanguine. Suddenly, he grinned ominously and smacked his lips.
”I think I smell the sweet aroma of a virgin!” He laughed. ”Their blood tastes the best, and I've not had some for as long as I could remember!”
Chen Xiaobei's expression was unfathomable. ”Too bad then,” he said. ”You won't live to taste it ever again!”
”Hmph! Keeping the tough guy act in when you die?!” Si Xuanyu grinned. ”Fine! I shall sink my fangs into your neck and drain every single drop of your blood, and you should be honored to become my snack!”
*Thud!*
Tossing the mustached man aside, the blood descendant charged towards Chen Xiaobei.
”Shit! That brat is going to die!”
”That's to be expected! He could blame no one other than himself!”
”Don't talk about him anymore… It will be our turn soon!”
The crowd lamented in despair. They believed that they had no chance, and they would simply be next as if it was written in the stars, and neither would they find out who sent their killer, or why.
”Brother… It's my fault…” The mustache man moaned on his knees.