Super Soldier King and Cute CEO
Chapter 584: The Undertaker

Chapter 584: Chapter 584: The Undertaker

Tang Zhong, holding the spire of Leifeng Tower, slowly walked in.

He shouted at the person in the cloak, "Undertaker."

At this moment, everyone in the bar froze because of Tang Zhong’s sudden entrance.

The music was still playing, but no one was dancing anymore, those snorting the white powder stopped, the cheerleaders ceased touching each other, and they all turned around to look at Tang Zhong at the door.

It was their first time seeing someone like this, clutching the spire of Leifeng Tower; they were indeed getting an education.

Laughter soon erupted throughout the place.

They shouted at Tang Zhong, "Hey, brother, did you come here to collect junk?"

"But even junk collectors don’t take ceramics, right?"

"Yes, ceramics shouldn’t be worth much, right?"

Laughter mixed with the music filled the entire scene.

Zhang Li immediately recognized Tang Zhong and sneered, "What a coincidence!"

The chubby man beside him asked, "Brother Li, do you know that guy?"

"Of course, I know him; he’s the one I wanted to be beaten!" Zhang Li said.

"Right, that’s the guy, you can count on me, I will definitely sort this out for you!" the chubby man said, thumping his chest.

"Wait a second, what is that guy holding in his hand?" the chubby man suddenly asked.

Zhang Li then noticed the spire of Leifeng Tower in Tang Zhong’s hand and furrowed his brows, "It looks familiar, as if I’ve seen it somewhere before, and seen it often at that!"

Suddenly, the chubby man’s eyes widened in terror, "Brother Li, doesn’t that thing look like the Leifeng Pagoda?"

"Nonsense, how could that possibly be the Leifeng Pagoda, the tower is so thick!" Zhang Li exclaimed.

"I’m talking about the spire, Brother Li, I mean the spire!" the chubby man insisted frantically.

The spire?

Reminded by the chubby man, Zhang Li took another look at the Leifeng Tower spire, and his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. No wonder it looked so familiar, because that thing was actually the spire of Leifeng Tower.

"Damn it!" This time, Zhang Li couldn’t stay calm anymore.

Meanwhile, the cloaked figure in the distance, hearing voices, suddenly turned around to see Tang Zhong, and his complexion grew incredibly ugly. Taking advantage of the chaos in the bar, he decided to leave first.

"Trying to leave?" Tang Zhong saw through the other’s intentions and immediately swept the spire horizontally.

A strong wave of energy swept out, aimed directly at the Undertaker.

The space inside the bar was not very big.

No one had expected it.

They saw the fluctuation sweeping out from the spire.

The Undertaker, witnessing this, scrambled to escape in an instant.

They saw the wave blade heading straight for the bar’s counter and blasting over.

Crash, all the liquor bottles along with the counter were shattered and sent flying.

With that, everyone in the bar started screaming, having never witnessed such a scene.

"Ah!"

The cheerleaders clung to each other.

Men embraced women, curling up together.

Everyone in the center of the dance floor squatted down.

No matter how cool they appeared in the bar, when faced with a situation like this, they were more frightened than anyone else.

Zhang Li and the chubby man both squatted on the ground.

"Brother Li, are you sure it was this kind of person who bumped into you?" the chubby man said in terror.

"Yes..." Zhang Li said.

"Brother Li, I may not be able to make this decision for you, killing such a person, it’s simply suicidal!" the fat man said.

"Ah!" Cold sweat covered Zhang Li’s forehead.

Indeed, just think about it, could a person who is able to grab the spire of Leifeng Pagoda with his hands be an ordinary person? It’s not something you think about with your brain.

Such a person can no longer be called human. He’s a strongman. Why on Earth would you provoke such a freak?

The cloaked undertaker, witnessing this scene, was all tensed up, looking at Tang Zhong and bellowed in stifled Xuan Country language, "Who... who are you?"

"The one you’re trying to kill!" Tang Zhong said coldly.

"You are Tang Zhong..." the undertaker said in horror.

"Yes!" Tang Zhong nodded.

At that moment, the undertaker didn’t know what to do. As the eighth-ranked international assassin, upon learning that the Assassin Forum had posted a job with a reward of twenty million for a kill, he naturally accepted it and came to Xuan Country. However, he had been unable to find the location of his target and so he came to play in the bar, never expecting that an accident would happen during his leisure time.

Now he must flee, or he would die.

Immediately, he turned and dashed towards the bar’s glass window, and his body went right through it, ready to escape.

Escape, in your dreams!

A thunderous shout came from behind him, and right there, Tang Zhong struck with the spire of Leifeng Pagoda, aiming directly for the undertaker’s back.

Just as the undertaker was about to escape, in that split second, a spire pierced through his back, and a huge blood cavity appeared with blood surging out, looking incredibly ferocious.

Upon witnessing this scene, everyone in the bar covered their mouths in disbelief.

"Ah!"

This was a real killing. With such a sharp weapon stabbed into the back, there was only one road left to travel: death.

Zhang Li’s mouth hung open in shock, holding onto the fat man’s hand and refusing to let go.

He felt somewhat fortunate; if things had gone differently and he had argued a few more times with this man, he might be the one dying now. He quickly covered his face with a cloth, fearing being discovered by Tang Zhong.

"Think you can escape? Who gave you the courage?" Tang Zhong said coldly.

"You... you bastard, you will definitely die a gruesome death!" the undertaker, with a spire stuck in his back, snarled.

"Oh!"

"Dead Shot is here too, he will surely butcher you!" the undertaker said.

"Rest assured, when the time comes, I’ll definitely send him to join you. You don’t need to worry!" Tang Zhong said. "Also, undertaker, who gave you the courage to attempt to kill the Dragon Head of Xuan Country?"

"You... you’re the Dragon Head?" The undertaker’s gaze turned ashen.

"Impossible, how could you be so powerful?"

"Because I am a Grandmaster!" Tang Zhong said with a smile.

"What?" Upon hearing this, the undertaker’s body went limp, understanding that a Grandmaster was an S-level powerhouse.

"So die!" Tang Zhong said, and then pushed forward.

The undertaker was already by the window.

Pushed forcefully by Tang Zhong, the entire window shattered.

Tang Zhong reached the window as well, leaped into the air, then violently thrust the spire of Leifeng Tower into the ground.

Impaled on the spire was the undertaker with a pierced chest.

If the spire truly stabbed into the ground, the man on it would be blown apart.

"No... don’t!"

The undertaker realized this and screamed in terror.

"Do you know? You made the most foolish decision, and it has nothing to do with killing me, but because this is Xuan Country. When did you lowlifes think you could enter and leave Xuan Country at will?"

The moment the spire of Leifeng Tower stabbed into the ground, the Earth began to crack, and the undertaker’s body was crushed into a pile of Blood Mist, without even a scream escaping.