Chapter 174: The Second Secret Art
Chapter 174: The Second Secret Art
Jiang Cheng found it laughable.
Even if the Heavenly Emperor himself came, this guy was going to die today!
Out of caution, he only exposed half of his body from behind the wall, and in a deliberate deep voice, he asked, "Are you so sure I'll let you go? You're Gao Songbai, right?"
"Yes, it's me."
Gao Songbai's eyes widened.
Then, with a sigh, he said, "You killed Zhang Hong just for money, right? Tell me how much you want, and I'll give it to you as long as I can afford it. Just spare my life."
Even if he lost a million, he could slowly earn it back later.
It was painful, but he was willing to trade a life for a huge profit.
"Is that so?"
Jiang Cheng pulled the trigger.
The bullet flew out.
A burst of white light suddenly appeared on Gao Songbai's body.
"No! Don't kill me!"
Gao Songbai was terrified, all pretense gone from his voice as it turned pleading.
After five or six shots, the last Vajra Talisman shattered.
The subsequent bullets all hit Gao Songbai's body.
Those aimed at his upper body were naturally blocked by the bulletproof vest.
But his unprotected legs suffered a terrible fate.
There were at least seven or eight bullet holes in both legs.
Gao Songbai screamed and fell to the ground.
Looking at his blood-soaked legs, he felt like killing Jiang Cheng.
Footsteps approached,
Jiang Cheng walked slowly.
"No, don't kill me."
Gao Songbai pleaded, "What do you want? Money? Secret Arts? Secret Medicine? Or Secret Treasures? I can give you anything you want."
Seeing that Jiang Cheng didn't respond, he continued, "You've killed enough people today, but they're all insignificant small fries. Killing them is one thing, but if you kill me, others will definitely come after you later. They won't be as easy to deal with as us. Just let me go, and no one will continue the investigation."
"Is that so?"
"I'm telling the truth!"
Gao Songbai was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
Jiang Cheng sneered and got to the point.
"Tell me, where are Chen Hui and her family now?"
At these words, a hint of panic flashed in Gao Songbai's eyes.
"What Chen Hui? I don't understand what you're talking about."
"You don't know?"
Jiang Cheng sneered, stripped off Gao Songbai's bulletproof vest, and crushed the walkie-talkie underfoot.
"I'm counting to three, and if you don't speak up, I'll shoot another hole in you. Remember, I'm not joking."
"I'll talk, I'll talk!"
Gao Songbai was so scared that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"They, they were taken away by Wan Yuliang, the son of the woman you killed."
"Where did he take them?"
"I, I don't know."
Gao Songbai's voice wavered with uncertainty.
"Bang!"
Jiang Cheng shot him in the leg.
"Ah!"
Gao Songbai screamed and covered the new bullet hole, his body shaking like a sieve.
He swore that if he survived, he would take tenfold revenge.
"First warning. If you dare to lie again, the next bullet will be in your stomach."
"They were, taken to an abandoned factory." Gao Songbai gasped, "Wan Yuliang is torturing them to find out your identity. This has nothing to do with me. It's all that guy's doing."
"Are they still alive?"
Gao Songbai glanced at Jiang Cheng but didn't dare speak.
"Talk."
Action: Jiang Cheng aimed the gun at his stomach.
"Die, just die."
Gao Songbai muttered.
In less than half a day of being captured, several people had died.
But he dared not speak of the specifics, even if he were to be shot again.
Because he feared that the man before him would take revenge on his body.
Jiang Cheng blinked, feeling something fall away.
He still remembered the brief exchange they had a few days ago.
Everything seemed to have happened just yesterday.
"This has nothing to do with me, it really has nothing to do with me."
Gao Songbai waved his hands repeatedly.
"Is that so?"
Jiang Cheng knocked him out with the butt of his gun.
When Gao Songbai woke up, he found himself in a room filled with a foul stench.
He couldn't help but look over, only to see two already decaying corpses right beside him.
"Ah! Ah!"
He screamed, crawling desperately to the side.
Suddenly, he felt a sense of familiarity with this place.
Was it? The place where those two women were held captive?
Yes, he had been here before, seen these two corpses, but hadn't bothered to clean up.
"Do you know why I brought you here?"
Jiang Cheng's voice echoed.
"Why, why?"
Gao Songbai raised his head.
"They were locked up in the underground room, not seeing the light of day for hundreds of days. After finally regaining their freedom, they were brutally murdered by you, and even their families were implicated. Do you think you deserve to die?"
Gao Songbai listened, his hair standing on end.
In a daze, he had a strange illusion.
It seemed like the spirits of the deceased were watching him from the shadows.
He trembled, falling to the ground with a thud, constantly kowtowing, "I deserve to die! Big Bro, I know I was wrong, please, give me one more chance, from now on, I'll turn over a new leaf and become a new person!"
Jiang Cheng watched this without any emotion.
Since their family was dead.
It wasn't just this man before him, but also his relatives, and that man named Wan Hongliang, along with Wan Hongliang's family, no longer had any reason to live in this world.
There was no rush, he would deal with them one by one.
"Big Bro, I really know I was wrong, please, let me go..."
Gao Songbai continued to beg for mercy.
He didn't want to die, he still had a bright future ahead of him.
"What secret arts do you practice?"
Suddenly, Jiang Cheng's words gave him a glimmer of hope.
"I... I practice the Seven Star Palm, although it's just a human martial art, it's the best among them. If practiced to perfection, it can open up 30 human acupoints."
He glanced at Jiang Cheng, knowing the latter was interested, hence the question.
"If you want, I can teach you the palm technique and its training methods. Unfortunately, my leg is injured, otherwise, I could demonstrate it for you. Just let me leave, and that's all I ask."
"How do I know if you're telling the truth or lying?"
Jiang Cheng scoffed.
Despite his words, he was quite confident.
Because if the technique was incorrect, the panel wouldn't display anything.
For example, if the other party lied at the beginner level, the panel wouldn't show any new skills.
If they lied at the proficient level, the panel would only record the beginner level.
The same applied to the other levels.
In fact, he could have done this during his first mission, but the situation was urgent then, and hesitating for a second could have meant his death.
Naturally, he couldn't capture the other party and interrogate them slowly.
Now, he had the time.
(End of Chapter)
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