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Chapter 660 Everyone Calls Him Black Dragon

Chapter 660: Chapter 660 Everyone Calls Him Black Dragon

He grabbed the katana that Choi Seung-ji slashed down.

What?!

Choi Seung-ji was hugely shocked, unable to believe that the strength of both his hands wielding the sword was actually caught single-handedly by Chen Wei.

Humiliation! It was the utmost humiliation!

Choi Seung-ji strained with all his might, employing every ounce of strength he had as if he were fighting for his life, in an attempt to wrench the blade from Chen Wei’s grip.

But he couldn’t move it in the slightest.

"You..." His words were cut off.

With a crisp sound, Choi Seung-ji, unable to halt his momentum in time, was flung backward by the inertia, staggering out.

Bang!

He took seven or eight steps before finally crashing into the car door.

When he at last came to his senses, he looked at the dagger in his hand.

"..." Choi Seung-ji was dumbfounded.

What was this situation?

Keep in mind that he’d spent a hundred million won and a bonus of five hundred thousand Great Xia currency to have this katana custom-made by a renowned swordsmith in Sakura Country.

It was said to be forged from the hardest alloy known to the world at present.

Choi Seung-ji even put it to the test with a firearm, firing a gun from several meters away, and when the bullet hit the blade, sparking a flash, it did not leave so much as a scratch.

Yet now, right before his very eyes and in his own face, it was snapped in two by just one hand.

It was only natural for Choi Seung-ji to question his life.

Not just his life, he even began to doubt whether Chen Wei was human.

How could a person possess such terrifying monstrous strength?

At the same time, this series of actions displayed by Chen Wei.

Made Choi Seung-ji realize that he was no simple man!

Every inch of skin, flesh, and cell in his body... seemed to be reminding him.

He must kill this man as soon as possible, or the one who would lose his life would be none other than himself!

With this thought, Choi Seung-ji quickly turned and ran towards the car.

Seeing the opportunity, Chen Wei directly flung the Broken Blade, which he had been holding, at Choi Seung-ji’s direction.

Years of assassin experience alerted Choi Seung-ji that something was amiss.

He tried to dodge to the side.

Thwack!

But it was still one step too late. Although he avoided a vital spot, his left shoulder was pierced by the blade!

"Ah!" He clenched his teeth and bore the pain.

Choi Seung-ji opened the passenger door and grabbed a pistol from above it.

If he had known how formidable Chen Wei was, he would never have waited until now to play this trump card.

If it weren’t for that, he wouldn’t have had both hands crippled for nothing.

Turning around, he quickly chambered a round and aimed the gun at Chen Wei.

At this moment, his racing, restless heart finally began to calm down a bit.

He believed he had saved his own life.

However, the next second, Choi Seung-ji’s pupils shrank suddenly, his face a picture of shock and fear.

All because he saw his wrist cleanly severed after a flash of cold light!

The hand tightly gripping the gun, together with the firearm itself, fell to the ground.

Bang!

A noise by his side.

Choi Seung-ji looked over and saw it was the other half of the Broken Blade stuck in the car door’s metal!

Before, Chen Wei had split the Broken Blade in two.

One half to pierce through Choi Seung-ji’s shoulder.

The other half to sever Choi Seung-ji’s hopes.

He always liked to be prepared when doing anything.

"..." Leng Qianqian had not lifted a finger throughout and just stood there watching.

Even so, it was not hard to imagine how desperate Choi Seung-ji must feel at this moment.

This despair, even as an outsider, she could feel it crystal clear.

At the same time, she realized the gap that still existed between Chen Wei and herself.

Far, very far! Out of sight!

She felt that in this lifetime, the hope to surpass Chen Wei was undoubtedly gone.

Maintaining the second position in the global assassin rankings and not letting the Holy Maiden snatch it away was already the peak.

But before that, she needed to take back the second-place throne from the Holy Maiden.

"You! Who exactly are you!" Choi Seung-ji, clutching his wrist, shouted loudly with questions.

By now, due to the pain, his face was washed with tears.

Despair was vividly written all over his face.

"People are used to calling him Black Dragon," said Leng Qianqian, who wanted Choi Seung-ji to die with a clear understanding and deliberately spoke in Korean.

"What!!! Black!!! Black Dragon???"

At that moment, Choi Seung-ji finally realized what was even more desperate than despair itself.

"Heh, hehehe, hahahaha!" Then he burst into loud, deranged laughter.

This caused Chen Wei, who was preparing to deliver a fatal blow, to stop his following moves, his thoughts.

Bang!!!

Immediately after, Choi Seung-ji was seen stumbling back a few steps, then accelerating his pace, and with a ferocious headlong charge, he collided with the car.

He hit his head until it bled, and his body stiffly fell backward.

Leng Qianqian approached, conducted a quick examination, then stood up, looked over at Chen Wei, and said, "Dead."

"Do you find it a pity?" Chen Wei asked in jest.

"What’s there to pity? People who dare to oppose you should die!" Leng Qianqian responded without hesitation.

Those little eyes, how full of reproach they were, carried an additional trace of a silent grievance.

She didn’t like Chen Wei making these kinds of jokes with her.

Chen Wei walked over, hugged her shoulders, and pulled her into his embrace, "Sorry, sorry, I won’t do it again next time."

...

Time passed, how long, nobody knew.

The focus shifts back to the Kim Family.

Kim Chan Yeol paced back and forth in the bedroom, steps hurried, "Strange? It’s been so long, why is there still no news?"

"Could something have happened on Choi Seung-ji’s side?"

He quickly shook his head and waved his hands, scoffing at himself with a smile, "Impossible, absolutely impossible. Choi Seung-ji is one of the top-ranked assassins in South Korea, how could he possibly lose to that man from Great Xia."

"I’ll wait a bit more patiently."

A few more minutes passed, and still having received no news, Kim Chan Yeol decided to dial Choi Seung-ji’s phone.

But no matter how he called, and how many times, no one answered the phone at the other end.

"How can this be?" Kim Chan Yeol, his mind wavering, began to have a bad feeling.

Thud, thud, thud!

Just then, a knock came from the door.

"Come in!" Kim Chan Yeol said, his eyes brightening with hope, thinking it must be Choi Seung-ji coming back to claim credit for his work, to report the outcome.

But when the door opened, what he found was, instead, the family butler.

"What’s the matter?" The smile on Kim Chan Yeol’s face vanished, and he asked.

"Young master, the security told me to deliver this gift into your hands from your friend," the butler replied.

"Friend? Gift?" Kim Chan Yeol asked, puzzled.

Looking at the wooden box in the butler’s hands, he furrowed his brows.

Then he stepped forward, reaching out to take the wooden box from the butler’s hands.

At the same time, he heard the butler say, "Young master, be careful with your hands, it seems this thing is leaking."

Dirty hands? Leaking?

The moment he took the wooden box, Kim Chan Yeol indeed felt something sticky staining his hand.

Holding the box against his chest, he cradled it with one hand.

He took out one hand and looked closely at it.

The bright red color shocked Kim Chan Yeol to the core!