This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!
Chapter 470: Kill Diana

Chapter 470: Chapter 470: Kill Diana

On the night Chen Ke disappeared in front of Lucina, at the other end of Opportunity City.

On Raffi Road, an apartment complex, 11 P.M.

"Are you sure you don’t need me to go check on you in Norton City?" Diana spoke to Wang Ailin over a long-distance call.

She had just finished bathing and was draped in a white shirt that wasn’t buttoned, her long bare legs swaying in the kitchen.

"I’m fine, Diana, I’m not injured, I only stayed in the Administration Bureau’s hospital for two days before they discharged me." Wang Ailin replied from the other end.

"Oh? So, your luck has finally turned? I hope those people at the Administration Bureau didn’t give you a hard time during the routine checks." Diana spoke, her right hand wielding a stainless-steel spatula, flipping the steak in the skillet.

"How’s your injury? Diana? I heard about the subway incident and that you got a promotion?" Wang Ailin asked.

"Yeah, I was promoted several levels in a row and still haven’t gotten used to it, but for some reason, the Administration Bureau now seems a bit unfamiliar to me." Diana sighed.

"Do you have something you want to tell me? Didn’t the Administration Bureau detain you for a while?" Wang Ailin asked further.

"No, nothing happened, they just asked some questions and then let me go." Diana replied.

"Oh... I heard some noise; are you cooking steak?" Wang Ailin said.

Diana turned off the stove and placed the well-done steak on a plate, with coffee still brewing in the pot beside it.

"Yes, I was just about to have dinner." Diana replied.

"Eating dinner this late isn’t too good. You didn’t used to do this." Wang Ailin remarked.

"I don’t know, ever since the promotion, time just flies. I only left the office at 9:30 P.M. today. What about you? Aren’t you also awake late?" Diana, carrying the plate, walked out of the kitchen.

"I’m in bed, just about to sleep. Diana, take care of yourself. Goodnight." Wang Ailin spoke.

"Goodnight, Ailin." Diana hung up the phone and tossed it onto the table.

The steak was slightly burnt, emitting a sizzling sound from its dark red crust. Diana sprinkled some pepper over it, then sat down at the table.

"Oh, girl, you forgot the fork." Just as she sat down, Diana realized she forgot the most important thing, so she had to get up and head back to the kitchen.

At that moment, the coffee was ready, and the kettle emitted a loud, shrill whistle, triggering memories of the harsh noise played during the Administration Bureau’s Level 2 interrogation protocol; her legs momentarily weakened, and she steadied herself against the kitchen door.

"Deep breaths... deep breaths..." Diana muttered to herself, closing her eyes and massaging her temples, then turned off the stove and moved the coffee pot to the side.

"Ding dong." Someone rang the doorbell.

"Who is it?" Diana hesitated, puzzled.

She buttoned up her shirt and approached the door, peering through the peephole.

Outside stood an unfamiliar man wearing a cap and holding a cardboard box.

"There’s a package for you, Ms. Diana." The man in the cap said.

"I didn’t order anything." Diana raised an eyebrow.

"But the address is correct." The man in the cap insisted.

Diana, cautious, replied, "You mean to say that you insist I take this package?"

"You don’t have a choice, Ms. Diana. Please open the door." The man in the cap said with a smile.

"I hope you won’t regret it." Diana replied.

She felt a draft come in, and glancing toward the living room, noticed that the window had somehow been opened; the curtains fluttered in the night breeze. A green hand grenade, emitting a blue glow, rolled on the floor.

"Spiritual Power Interference Bomb?" Diana gasped, realizing she might be targeted. Under the bomb’s influence, she felt no different from an ordinary person.

The attacker had come prepared. Diana’s standard-issue revolver along with her coat were hung in the bedroom closet, so she immediately turned to head to the bedroom.

Just as Diana reached for the bedroom door handle, the door pulled open itself, and a thick black hand emerged, gripping her neck like a clamp and lifted her off the ground.

"Trying to escape, you little kitten?" A burly Black man bent at the waist walked out from the bedroom, standing a head taller than Diana. His left hand clutched her neck while his right hand grabbed her left leg, as if he intended to tear her apart.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Diana coughed in pain, her muscles tensed as she attempted to pry the Black man’s fingers open.

The Black man lifted Diana and violently threw her toward the living room. She arched through the air and crashed onto the table, scattering plates of steak, cutlery, and a cellphone onto the floor.

Diana grabbed a knife from the floor only to be kicked fiercely in the abdomen.

The hard tip of the dress shoe felt as if it plunged into her intestines, making Diana shudder. Clutching her stomach, she rolled to the side and retched a few times. Only then did she notice another man in the living room, clad in a gray short-sleeve shirt, apparently having climbed in through the window.

This was the 12th floor...

The Black man opened the apartment door, and a man wearing a peaked cap also walked in.

The man in the gray short-sleeve stepped on Diana’s neck, then pulled a dagger from his waistband and squatted, grabbing Diana’s right wrist, trying to plunge the blade into her abdomen’s softest part.

Diana countered by driving her knee into the man’s midriff and launching a fierce kick to his right knee with her left leg. Taking advantage of his unsteady balance, she broke free from his grip, grabbing him, and both scrambled on the ground.

The Black man and the peaked cap did not intervene. The peaked cap closed the door and set a box on the ground, taking out its contents—a rolled-up black body bag and a bottle of green liquid, likely some kind of solvent.

"Kill her quietly, fast, she’s just an ordinary woman now," urged the peaked cap.

The man in gray pressed his elbow against Diana’s chest, attempting to switch the dagger to his left hand. Diana resisted successfully, but she couldn’t drive her small knife into the man’s body either. Both struggled, lips pursed without a word.

"Hurry up," the Black man urged.

"Can’t you see I’m trying?" The man in gray snapped back.

Diana took the chance to roll, knocking the man in gray onto the ground and driving her small knife into his side. The pain made him break out in a cold sweat, and as she tried to snatch his dagger, the Black man approached and kicked her away.

"You’re useless, Todd," the Black man shook his head, flipping over the table and advancing toward Diana.

"Damn it, don’t say my name out loud!" Todd hissed, looking back at the peaked cap, who sat on the ground, spreading his hands.

Diana rose from the floor and hurled a chair at the Black man, who didn’t dodge or block, letting the chair crash against him before bursting into laughter.

"Look at her struggle; how charming," the Black man laughed.

"Hey!" Diana clenched her fists, gathered strength in her waist, and launched a high kick straight at the Black man’s neck.

"Ah..." Diana retracted her leg, feeling a sharp pain across her instep as though she had kicked a concrete pipe.

The Black man flexed his arms, posing like a boxer. He advanced with left and right punches, breaking down Diana’s defenses.

His heavy and fast punches landed on Diana’s forearms, and with her head guarded, she was forced into a corner by the momentum of the punches, suffering a one-sided beating, her shoulders and forearms turning red and blue.

The Black man switched his punching style, sending a hook directly into her abdomen, lifting her feet off the ground. Diana groaned, slackening her defense, and then a fierce punch to the face drew blood from her eye sockets, swelling her face. The next second, a straight punch landed on her face, blood spurted from her nose, and stars sparkled in Diana’s dazed eyes.

"Lay down, little kitty," the Black man said, hitting her abdomen again with a punch that produced a dull echo.

Diana vomited, leaning on the wall with one hand and kneeling on one leg, her face covered in blood. Panting heavily, her vision blurred by the blood, she could hardly see what was in front of her.

"I’ve handled her for you, Todd. Come and finish your job," the Black man said while grabbing Diana’s shoulders and head, forcibly lifting her and presenting her to Todd.

"I thought you would have killed her directly," Todd said, pulling the small knife from his side and covering the wound.

"That’s your job," the Black man laughed.

Todd picked up his dagger, carefully examined Diana’s face, who now was dazed and half-conscious from the punches.

"She’s quite pretty, and you hit her face?" Todd asked.

"Will you guys ever stop? It’s just a simple job, and the list is still long. Kill her and dissolve the body; that takes time!" the peaked cap chided impatiently.

"I know, I know," Todd replied.

He felt Diana’s neck, then shook his head, "No, no... cutting the artery is too boring; I’m tired of that. How about we carve out her heart this time?"

Todd smiled, began unbuttoning Diana’s shirt, and her bloodied saliva stretched from her lips, dripping onto her collar.

Just then, Diana’s cellphone rang.