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Chapter 88 He is Black Dragon!

Chapter 88: Chapter 88 He is Black Dragon!

Zhu Hong was certain that those guys weren’t just simple flirts; they unmistakably carried a strong bandit vibe. Yes, banditry! They didn’t seem like good people at all!

Combining this with what Chen Wei had said earlier, Zhu Hong was even more sure that these two were up to no good!

"How about we leave and find another place?" Zhu Hong asked Chen Wei for his opinion.

"We just ordered our food, and it’s about to arrive. Why change to another place?" Sitting across the table, Liu Meng, who overheard this, asked in confusion.

Naturally, they often came here to eat, so it couldn’t be due to bad food.

"Knife!" Seeing two people pull out gleaming daggers from their bosoms, Zhu Hong had no time to answer Liu Meng.

"Knife?" Liu Meng instinctively wanted to turn around to see for herself, but immediately, something cold pressed against her neck, "Don’t move!"

Liu Meng could faintly feel a sharp pain on her neck, as if something was being drained from her body.

Thinking back on the mention of the word "knife" by Zhu Hong, along with the rest of what had been said, she now understood why Zhu Hong suddenly suggested they go elsewhere.

"What are you trying to do!" Zhu Hong slammed her hand on the table as she stood up, seeing a streak of blood on Liu Meng’s neck. She panicked, but chose not to back down because Liu Meng was her best friend, someone she knew inside and out.

"Sit down!" Another man, seeing the situation, quickly stepped over to Zhu Hong’s side and forcefully pressed down on her shoulder.

Zhu Hong felt as if a mountain bore down on her shoulder; her knees buckled uncontrollably and she sat back down.

The next second, Liu Meng also saw that Zhu Hong’s neck was tightly pressed against by the blade of a knife, with a thin line of blood seeping out.

"What’s happening?"

"They’re using knives! Are they fighting?"

"Dear, shall we leave quickly and go somewhere else?"

...

Soon enough, the commotion caught the attention of everyone in the hall.

"Everybody sit down! Don’t move, or else, death!" At that moment, the man with the knife against Zhu Hong’s neck pulled out a handgun from behind and fired a shot into the air with a loud bang.

"Ah!" Instantly, screams erupted.

"I said sit down! Do you want to die?" The man yelled ferociously.

Several customers immediately covered their mouths with their hands and sat back down in their seats.

The hall manager, who had thought to call the police or security with his phone, dared not make a move upon seeing the gun.

Only because there weren’t many customers at this time of day; it wasn’t peak time, so all his movements would be all too noticeable.

Seeing everyone had settled down, the armed man waved his hand and pointed the gun at Chen Wei, scoffing, "Alright, it’s time for you to go."

He didn’t understand how this man could remain so calm, sipping tea. Had he been scared silly?

Chen Wei slowly put down the teacup.

In the blink of an eye, the gunman who had just thought of pulling the trigger suddenly felt a strong suffocation in his throat.

The dagger and gun that should have been in his hands were now, somehow, in Chen Wei’s hands.

Clutching his throat, he stepped back and saw blood! All blood!

"Why... how could this... happen?" The man backed away, clutching his neck, his astonishment boundless.

With a thunderous crash, he knocked over the table next to him, cutlery and teacups fell to the floor with a tinkle and clang.

He fell, blood flowing unceasingly, gradually losing the capacity to resist, and soon lost all signs of life.

"..." Zhu Hong was completely stunned, distracted, her face splattered with something.

She didn’t dare to touch it, guessing what it might be, but not wanting to confirm it.

Zhu Hong desperately wished Chen Wei or Liu Meng would tell her the next second, with a laugh, that this was all just a prank.

But...

"Tianxiang!" The companion of the dead man cried out in despair.

Following that, a deep-seated hatred was born.

"Ah!" A man pushed Liu Meng, who was sitting on the chair, and raised the dagger in his hand, wanting to rush over and pierce Chen Wei’s heart.

Before he could act, the same choking sensation came from his throat.

Bang!

Boom!

Chen Wei stood up and kicked the man in the abdomen, sending him flying and crashing through several chairs and stools.

The man hit the ground and didn’t get up, after a last struggle he lay still, showing no more response.

These people should never have laid a hand on Liu Meng!

"Senior Sister, are you alright?" Chen Wei moved towards her, intending to help Liu Meng up.

"I’m fine, just a bit of pain in my backside," Liu Meng grabbed Chen Wei’s hand and stood up with his help.

Huh?

His brows furrowed suddenly, he asked with a puzzled look, "Wei, why is there a red dot on your head?"

"It’s nothing, just someone aiming at me with a sniper rifle," Chen Wei responded lightly.

"Oh..." Because of Chen Wei’s casual tone, Liu Meng at first didn’t take it seriously, but the next second she suddenly realized, "What!"

Before she could speak further, Chen Wei swiftly reached for a soup spoon and flung it with a throw.

Bang!

Her eyes followed, and she saw a spark flash as the spoon collided with something mid-air.

A hundred meters away, a man climbing atop a building saw this scene and panicked.

Realizing he had provoked someone he shouldn’t have, he quickly stood up, dismantled the sniper rifle into large parts, packed them into a briefcase, closed it with the intention to leave, and immediately decided on a ticket out of the country!

He didn’t dare linger in Great Xia for another moment! Even a minute longer could mean losing...

"Don’t... move." The sudden voice from behind made the man freeze in his tracks.

When had it happened? Why hadn’t he felt any presence at all?

The man really didn’t expect that there had been someone waiting for him behind the door all along.

"If I’m not mistaken, your group is called Poison Snake, right?" the woman asked.

"We all come from the same world, give me a way out," the man pleaded with embarrassment.

"If you had a chance to kill that person just now, would you have given him a way out?" the woman asked again.

"Taking money to deal with disasters for others is the rule of our line of work, you understand, I had no choice," the man inwardly cursed Wang Tianxiang. If it weren’t for his damn mission, his two brothers wouldn’t have died, and he wouldn’t be halfway into the grave!

Such a high-level mission with only ten million in reward money? Even a hundred million would seem too little to him!

"No choice?" The woman chuckled, "Do you know who you’re trying to kill?"

"Do I need to know?" The man thought it was a stupid question from the woman.

As an assassin, one only needs to know the target’s appearance and information, and make sure they don’t kill the wrong person—who they are is irrelevant.

"He is my junior brother..."

What about your junior brother?

Before the man could speak, he heard Leng Qianqian speak again, "Black Dragon, who retired in secret three years ago yet still dominates the top rank."

"Black, Black Dragon!" Hearing these two words, the man nearly had a heart attack.

He had always thought that guy was dead, after all, there had been no assignment taken or even a whisper heard for a full three years.

He had never imagined that upon their next meeting, he would become his prey!