Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 687: You Will Regret Not Killing Me!

Chapter 687: Chapter 687: You Will Regret Not Killing Me!

"Retreat!"

Linghu Baimei reacted quickly, her long sword flying out of her hand as she immediately backflipped without the slightest hesitation, at the same time letting out a shrill shout.

Thus, five silhouettes fled toward five different directions, in the blink of an eye they were tens of meters away.

Linghu Baimei had come to America this time with several of her strongest assassins, fully confident in killing Fang Bai, but she had never expected Fang Bai’s strength to far exceed their imaginations, simply not something they could contend with.

It now seemed not only could they not kill Fang Bai, but if they were slow to escape, it was also possible that all five of them would lose their lives here, so upon seeing the unfavorable situation, they immediately chose to take the best course of action in retreat.

Better to keep the green mountains intact, than to worry about running out of firewood.

If this assassination attempt failed, they could always return and try again.

"Escape? I said before that anyone who comes to kill me will definitely not return!"

Fang Bai chuckled coldly as he gently raised his hands, transforming five silver needles into streaks of silver light, shooting out almost simultaneously at the backs of the five female assassins.

The silver needles, though thin and soft, became as hard as steel needles when Fang Bai infused them with True Yuan. When fired by Fang Bai’s hands, both speed and power were no less than bullets fired from a gun.

The silver needles shot forward like lightning, emitting a faint, sharp sound as they tore through the air. The five female assassins were fast, but not faster than the silver needles.

Thud——

Thud——

Thud——

Thud——

Thud——

Five sounds of sharp objects piercing through clothing were heard as the five silver needles caught up with the five desperately fleeing female assassins. Four of the needles went straight through the hearts of four assassins from behind.

With True Yuan infused in the needles, their destructive power was even more shocking than bullets entering the body. The powerful True Essence Force exploded inside the bodies of the four assassins, instantly shattering their internal organs.

The four female assassins let out muffled groans, their bodies shivered, and then they collapsed to the ground, dead.

The other needle aimed at Linghu Baimei, however, veered off course, grazing past her left shoulder and cutting off a strand of her hair.

The vigorous wind brought on by the silver needles caused Linghu Baimei’s left cheek to sting slightly. She suddenly looked back at Fang Bai, her eyes filled with confusion and incomprehension, not understanding why he killed her subordinates but spared her alone.

If one were to say Fang Bai was being merciful for beauty’s sake, then the four "Wrathful Beauties" assassins who had just died at his hands were also beautiful, but he hadn’t spared a single one.

Linghu Baimei did not know that she bore a striking resemblance to one of Fang Bai’s past lovers, which is why Fang Bai couldn’t bring himself to kill her and she narrowly escaped death; otherwise, she would have been felled by Fang Bai’s silver needle just now.

"With this level of skill, you wish to kill me? Delusional! Consider this a warning. If you do not stop, I won’t be so courteous next time!"

Fang Bai looked indifferently at Linghu Baimei and using the "Thread Condensation Sound Technique," sent these words directly into her ears from tens of meters away.

"You will regret not killing me!"

Linghu Baimei gritted her teeth and spoke hatefully.

She knew that Fang Bai would definitely hear her words, and if Fang Bai suddenly had a change of heart and decided to come after her, then she would be ready for a fight to the death with him.

Fang Bai didn’t pay any more attention to Hu Baimei, and he walked away with Shuangjiang, whose face was ashen like a corpse, disappearing swiftly into the distant, dimming lights.

Hu Baimei watched his figure vanish, her expression flickering uncertainly, before she finally stamped her foot and gestured toward a distant alley.

Several women clad in black emerged hurriedly from that alley, converging around Hu Baimei to listen to her commands.

Hu Baimei whispered a few words, and the black-clothed women nodded, taking the bodies of the four "Wrathful Beauties" assassins who had died at the hands of Fang Bai’s silver needles and slipped away towards the outskirts of the city.

"Fang Bai, don’t think I’ll be grateful because you spared me! You’ve killed more than a dozen of my ’Wrathful Beauties’ sisters, and if I don’t kill you, how can I quench this hatred in my heart? Your strength is indeed formidable, but I will certainly find a way to deal with you... definitely..."

Muttering to herself, Hu Baimei clenched her fists tightly, and her enticing eyes, usually filled with charm, now glinted with a cold and firm resolution.

......

Ten minutes later, Fang Bai returned to the presidential suite of the hotel he was staying at, dragging Shuangjiang along.

Shuangjiang, firmly controlled by Fang Bai, was not only rendered powerless but also stripped of any chance to take her own life. She was utterly dejected and at his mercy.

"Tell me where the ’Wrathful Beauties’ headquarters is, and I’ll let you go!"

Fang Bai, seated on the sofa, spoke indifferently to Shuangjiang, who stood in front of him like a zombie.

Though Shuangjiang had lost her ability to move, even lacking the strength to bite her own tongue in suicide, she had no problem speaking.

"Don’t dream of it!"

Upon hearing Fang Bai’s words, Shuangjiang gave a rueful smile, resigned to death, and slowly uttered two words.

"You think I won’t be able to find out if you don’t tell me?"

Fang Bai smiled, his gaze landing on Shuangjiang’s face as he sharply commanded, "Shuangjiang, look into my eyes!"

A thunderous boom seemed to explode in Shuangjiang’s ears, her body trembled, and she instinctively gazed into Fang Bai’s eyes, losing all self-awareness as her mind was completely dominated by him...

Half an hour later, the door to the presidential suite Fang Bai occupied opened, and Shuangjiang, her face etched with terror and despair, lumbered out like a walking corpse.

She had been released by Fang Bai.

Though Fang Bai had not killed her, she felt worse than dead at that moment.

She could not fathom what exactly Fang Bai had done to her during the half-hour she lost consciousness; somehow, he knew every secret about "Wrathful Beauties" that was in her head.

"The devil... he is a devil..."

Repeating these words, Shuangjiang walked out of the hotel with heavy steps, heading towards the vast desert outside the city.

A few days later, a group of travelers in the desert discovered a female corpse, on whose left arm was tattooed an image of a woman raising a torch.

Anyone from the underworld knew that was the distinctive mark of the "Wrathful Beauties" members.

Meanwhile, Fang Bai and his "Dragon Guard" team had long left America, returning to Yanjing in Huaxia.

Although Fang Bai and his team had not won the championship on their trip to America, it was still good news for Long Jingtian that the "Dragon Guard" wouldn’t need to follow the directives of the Statue of Liberty for the next five years.

Moreover, after learning that Fang Bai and his team had won several billion US dollars in American casinos and boxing rings, Long Jingtian was shocked and envious, joking that if "Dragon Guard" ever needed funds, they should let Fang Bai take the members to America for a round of gambling.