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Chapter 504: Xie Xiaofeng Has Gone Mad
Chapter 504: Xie Xiaofeng Has Gone Mad
Xie Xiaofeng's sword was pointed at Chou Er, and Mao Da's sword was directed at Xie Xiaofeng.
The Big Boss's eyes sparkled with excitement, Zhu Yeqing's eyes flickered, Xiao Di maintained a stoic expression, and Sun Xingyu looked at Xie Xiaofeng with anticipation. Only Tie Kaicheng remained unfazed as he picked up a piece of beef with his chopsticks and popped it into his mouth.
Cold sweat trickled down Chou Er's temples, but he still snarled, "You need not worry about me. I'm confident I can dodge this sword strike!"
Xie Xiaofeng remained silent, and Mao Da, standing behind him, also kept quiet.
Chou Er continued, "Even if I can't dodge it, you must kill him! As long as this man lives, there's no hope for us. We have no choice but to take this risky bet!"
The Big Boss quickly added, "This can't be considered a risk. Your chances of success are far greater than his!"
Indeed, with Chou Er facing Xie Xiaofeng directly and Xie Xiaofeng's back turned to Mao Da, it seemed that the odds were in their favor.
However...
In the instant after Chou Er finished speaking, Mao Da's sword abruptly shifted, bypassing Xie Xiaofeng's shoulder and piercing into Chou Er's left shoulder.
Everyone was stunned, hardly daring to believe their eyes. They couldn't comprehend why Mao Da had suddenly made such a move.
Chou Er, of course, was even more bewildered and hadn't expected it, so he was stabbed without even attempting to dodge. He cried out and stumbled backward.
But the stab wasn't deep; although he had cried out, Tie Kaicheng could see that the sword tip had only penetrated half an inch into his flesh, and it hadn't struck any vital meridian points. With a month's rest, he would be as good as new.
Moreover, since Mao Da had stabbed his left shoulder, it didn't even affect Chou Er's ability to fight.
Chou Er staggered backward, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at Mao Da.
But Mao Da didn't look at him; instead, he fixed his gaze on Xie Xiaofeng, who was facing away from him. There was a hint of pain in his eyes.
"This sword strike is my apology for attacking you just now," Mao Da said, his face twitching as he finally sighed. "Has it really been ten years since we last saw each other?"
Xie Xiaofeng didn't turn around, but his eyes, too, reflected pain.
Sheathing his sword, Mao Da gazed at Xie Xiaofeng's back, "How have you been these past years? Have you been in good health?"
The question seemed normal, but there was something odd about it, and Mao Da's tone was strange as well. There was a mix of concern and resentment, as if he were enduring some kind of pain.
Xie Xiaofeng still didn't turn around or speak.
Mao Da spoke again, "Now that I've recognized you, why won't you turn around and let me see you?"
Finally, Xie Xiaofeng spoke, "Now that you've recognized me, what's the point of seeing me?"
A sinister look flashed in Mao Da's eyes, "Then you should at least see what I've become."
With a desolate expression, Xie Xiaofeng finally turned around and was startled by what he saw.
Mao Da appeared to be an ordinary old man with white hair. He didn't look particularly vigorous, nor was he frail and decrepit. He wasn't the type of elderly gentleman who was handsome, elegant, and scholarly, but he also didn't have any bizarre or ugly features.
Why was Xie Xiaofeng surprised?
Mao Da gave a strange smile, but before he could say anything, a "crack" sound interrupted him.
Everyone turned their heads and noticed that Tie Kaicheng was still eating and drinking, having just picked up a peanut with his chopsticks, causing the sound in the otherwise quiet hall.
"Ten years apart, and now old friends reunite. It's truly a heartwarming and exciting moment."
Whether it was Mr. Mao or Xie Xiaofeng, they had both just made their moves. Anyone with eyes could tell that they were both exceptionally skilled warriors.
And with clear eyes, the crowd could also tell that the relationship between the two must be incredibly complex, a mix of friendship and rivalry.
In this situation, even Mr. Chou, who had just been stabbed, didn't dare to speak up. So where did Tie Kaicheng get the courage to make light of the situation?
Sun Xingyu struggled to contain her laughter as she rose to pull the table closer for Xie Xiaofeng and Mr. Mao, pouring them each a cup of wine. She then bowed slightly and returned to Tie Kaicheng's side.
A slight curve lifted the corners of Mr. Mao's mouth as he smiled lightly, "What an interesting young man."
Tie Kaicheng nodded with a smile, "I know you must have a lot to say to him. So, why not sit down and talk slowly?"
And so, Mr. Mao sat down, as if letting out a breath he'd been holding, and drained the cup of wine on the table. He then looked at Xie Xiaofeng, "Well, after ten years, are you unwilling to share a drink with me?"
Xie Xiaofeng lowered his gaze, picking up the cup that Sun Xingyu had poured for him and drinking it in one go.
Mr. Mao smiled strangely, "Don't you think I've changed a lot?"
Xie Xiaofeng's lips twitched, a mix of laughter and tears, as if he wanted to say something but ended up sighing instead.
A hint of mocking smile appeared on Mr. Mao's face as he turned to Tie Kaicheng, "Aren't you curious why he was so shocked to see me?"
Tie Kaicheng shook his head, "I'm not curious."
"You're not curious?" Mr. Mao asked.
Tie Kaicheng nodded, "Because he's sick. So, whatever he does, I'm not surprised."
Now it was Mr. Mao's turn to be curious, "He's sick? What sickness?"
"Selfish, sentimental, self-absorbed, and self-torturing. In simpler terms, understandable to ordinary people, he's got a mental illness," Tie Kaicheng replied calmly.
Sun Xingyu struggled to hold back her laughter, while Xie Xiaofeng couldn't help but let out a bitter smile.
Mr. Mao was bewildered, his curiosity momentarily overshadowing his pain. He couldn't help but ask, "Do you know who he is?"
Tie Kaicheng smiled faintly, "Didn't his very distinctive sword-stealing technique just now give away his identity?"
The move Xie Xiaofeng had just used to steal the sword barehanded was the unique skill of the Xie family, the "Sky Replacement Sword-Stealing Style." It looked simple, but it actually involved a lot of intricate details.
Mr. Mao widened his eyes, "And you still say he's got a mental illness?"
Tie Kaicheng nodded, "He's got a mental illness, and a serious one at that!"
Even the Big Boss, lurking on the sidelines, was consumed by curiosity. One was the chief escort of the renowned Red Flag Escort Agency, and the other, an esteemed external disciple of the prestigious Ming Clan of the Jiangnan region. Who was this enigmatic 'Ajit' that had sparked such a weighty discussion between these influential figures? (End of Chapter)
Mr. Mao stared at Tie Kaicheng, taken aback.
The third young master of the Xie family, renowned throughout the land, was handsome, charming, and elegant. Women adored him, and men respected him. Everyone who had ever met him sang his praises.
Xie Xiaofeng was the very embodiment of perfection. Mr. Mao had never heard anyone say that Xie Xiaofeng had a mental illness!
(End of Chapter)
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