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Chapter 493 - 493 274 Dont kill anymore (4100)_2

Chapter 493: 274 Don’t kill anymore (4100)_2 Chapter 493: 274 Don’t kill anymore (4100)_2 The sudden change almost infuriated the Black Peacock.

His figure was blurry, chasing Feng Liusi, whose hands were red, like a shadow. As he was about to close the gap at full speed, a surging deep red waterfall burst from Feng Liusi’s body, shocked him in place. Sheng Feinan, who was standing next to him, even lashed out a whip, its power and coldness not only making the Black Peacock retreat several steps but also stiffening his joints.

He had to watch, helplessly, as Feng Liusi, like a blood-red long spear, forcefully pierced through the car door and squeezed into the vehicle.

His hands ruthlessly ploughed through everything in their path like they were sieving lives.

Amid a chorus of screams, he burst through the vehicle, appearing on the other side, and began searching for his next target, his hands dripping with blood.

To the right, Sheng Feinan was not to be outdone. His crystal blue whip claimed lives with ease. First, he raised it in its usual form, then, mid-air, turned it into a cross sword and slashed down mercilessly.

A car was split in half.

Even the steel was cut in two; the people inside were naturally unable to escape, their mangled bodies a horrifying sight to behold.

The Black Peacock remained rigid on the spot, looking somewhat stunned. He wanted to tell them not to kill anymore, but how could these three executioners ever listen to an enemy’s words? It was too absurd.

Watching the three, who kept moving and rolling about, and hearing his subordinates’ miserable cries, the Black Peacock bizarrely felt relieved: “Kill, kill, I can’t wait to see how many you can actually kill! Do you want to wipe out all our organization’s members?”

He snorted coldly and turned around to leave the tragic site, appearing as a cloud of smoke. He wasn’t stopped by the trio.

Under the glare of high noon, by the main road, in an open area in the suburbs.

Casio was fiddling with a flattened piece of metal, the immense force like a road roller effortlessly reshaping the steel vehicles. The twisting sounds were making his teeth grind, the screeching noise never-ending.

Next to him, Feng Liusi was completing his South Dipper Red Vulture Fist movement. His earlier fight seemed to have allowed him to quickly adapt and master the Deathfang Power within his body. Meaning

Feng Liusi could continue to break through to the next acupuncture point.

To the right, Sheng Feinan was seated on the carcass of a car. A blue longsword was stuck in the car’s bonnet, emanating an ever so slight chill.

Like a natural air conditioner, it was able to combat the hot weather.

The surrounding ground and grass were beyond repair, littered with traces of pits and craters as well as remnants and ashes of shattered, exploded cars. One can easily imagine the fierce battle that had taken place earlier.

Although, in reality, it was actually a one-sided massacre.

Despite not achieving their original plan of assassinating the Black Peacock at the antique exhibition, Casio and his team managed to achieve their secondary goal. The Organization, which was always hiding in the dark corners of Kula City.

But this time, they had almost been forcibly exposed by the trio. Looking at how frantic the Black Peacock was, he probably had suffered a significant loss. The goal of weakening their competitor had been achieved.

Additionally, they could make an educated guess. The Organization currently positioned in Kula City probably only had one “B” level entity— the Black Peacock. Because during the baiting process there wasn’t a presence of a second “B” level entity, there was only the Black Peacock.

In fact, the Organization originally had a lot of power in this Gold Antique Exhibition. With two core members, Black Peacock and Ghost Knife Garoro were seasoned masters but unfortunately, they were divided and attacked due to some unexpected factors.

Both had experienced the sour joy of being attacked by Feng Liusi and the others.

Casio thought that for the next two days the Organization would definitely take a breather, the Black Peacock surely wouldn’t dare to show himself. However, the Organization was still the biggest threat.

Their determination to get the ancient antiques was obvious and the Organization would not be content with just a few setbacks.

On the fourth day, more core members from the Federation would arrive to temporarily replace the weak forces.

Warm winds blew across the suburbs, carrying with them the faint smell of gunpowder.

Feng Liusi had just finished suppressing and controlling his Deathfang Power. He looked at Casio with sharp eyes and asked, “What are we going to do next? Should we find the Organization and try to end them all at once?”

Casio shook his head, crossed his arms and leaned on a vehicle wreck, his golden hair tousling, “They must have hidden like mice by now, we won’t find them. Even if we did, it would be small fry; a waste of time. The gains wouldn’t make up for the losses. Right now, we just need to wait here for people.”

“Wait for whom?” Feng Liusi asked.

“Obviously, we’re waiting for the people from the Black Mechanism. All that commotion from earlier. As the Federal Government’s supernatural forces, their efficiency can’t be that low, surely.” Casio glanced at the Organization’s dead personnel.

“I have some connections with the Black Mechanism. We can absolutely work together in dealing with the Organization on this matter.”

“I can sense that the Black Peacock wouldn’t just give up…”

He spoke calmly then suddenly looked at Feng Liusi.

“Fancy a bet?”

“Bet on what?” Feng Liusi raised an eyebrow.

“Let’s bet. Among the people from Black Mechanism who will show up later, I bet the newcomer steward, Amos, that brat I told you about last time, will definitely be the first to show up at the earliest hint of trouble.”

Casio’s expression remains unchanged, his messy fringe in disarray.

“What’s the bet?” Feng Liusi continued to ask.

“Simple. If you win, you teach me that new skill ‘Blood Vulture Beak’ you invented. If I win, I will give you five dark creatures of the same rank as the Immortal Level, along with five units of life vibration energy for the bet.”

Casio looks supremely confident.

“What kind of bullshit bet is this…” Feng Liusi muttered to himself. He had already planned to teach Casio the Blood Vulture Beak skill. In the whole world, only two people are practising the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist. If Feng Liusi doesn’t teach Casio, who else would he teach? Does he plan to let his legacy die out?

And then there’s the bet Casio is laying down.

The enormous amount of life vibration energy he had sacrificed earlier to help Feng Liusi rejuvenate, he didn’t ask Feng Liusi for anything in return.

Touting it as tuition fees, Feng Liusi had taught him everything he could. Yet, Casio continued to transfer energy to him persistently.

“I don’t care, I’ll take you up on that bet.”

Feng Liusi, of course, didn’t hesitate.

Casio snaps his fingers: “You lose.”

Then, he looks around and says,

Crack.

From behind a protecting tree on the side of the road, a pair of polished leather shoes stepped on a dried-up branch on the ground, gradually emerging with slow steps.

Under the sunlight.

A black-haired young man wearing white gloves, his smile gentle.

On the other side, in a secret place of the Door Organization.

In a secret room, a figure that hardly resembled a human form struggled like a wild beast. There were splattered blood stains all over the ground and various cracks and holes. The figure was in tremendous pain, seemingly enduring unimaginable torment.

Boom, boom, boom! Boom, boom, boom!

Fists hitting the walls and ground, causing the entire secret room to shake, a large amount of dust fluttered down in the corner.

Following the final growl.

The figure stopped, kneeling on the floor.

Blood dripped from the chin, making a patter sound.

Half an hour later.

In a study room, the window is half-covered with dark shadows cast all over most of the room.

A man dressed in black stands in the corner, appearing to merge and disappear into the surrounding environment. The eyes under his mask are empty and profound. He slowly dials a number on a rotary telephone.

A moment later, the line was connected.

“Lord Black Peacock, headquarters has been informed about the situation of this Tulip Antique Exhibition. Before the end of the fourth day of the exhibition, the nearest Lord Purple will definitely arrive in time to assist you. Furthermore, Lord Purple has brought a vial of Doom’s Blood, which can temporarily cure Lord Ghost Knife.”

The voice on the other end of the phone comes with a weak current.

“Lord Purple?” Black Peacock’s voice is hoarse and dry.

He holds the telephone halfway, seemingly talking to himself.

“Lord Purple, Ghost Knife who temporarily recovers, plus me who has been hugely depleted. Haha, although not at their peak, it seems enough… I’ll remember the pain of today…”

Black Peacock lowers his eyelids, his pupils filled with a dark light.

“In three days, I’ll repay you a hundred-fold.”