The Black Market Chapter 51 - Dead

"Don't let them get away, make sure that they are within the range of our signal jammer!" The blonde middle aged man shouted towards his men.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Arrrgh!" 

"Shit! Who is this bastard? Shoot him!" The blonde middle aged man angrily ordered his men.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The C-Class level fighter hid behind a huge rock and reloaded his MP5. His face was full of sweat, but his eyes was firm and had no hint of fear. He then dashed and rolled on the ground while shooting the armed men killing another two of them. He then hid behind another rock and ducked his head while glancing at the empty magazine of his MP5.

"This is all I can do for you, young master, young miss."

He then grabbed a hand grenade from his pocket and waited patiently for the armed men. His finger was already on the safety pin, ready to pull it anytime.

"Booom!"

The Sima siblings could no longer hear any gunshots from behind them after that loud explosion and they thought that the C-Class level fighter might have died already.

Sima Ying covered her mouth with her right hand and suppressed her choking sounds of sadness. A line of tears can be seen trickling down her exquisite face.

"Brother, are we going to die?" Her shaking voice had a hint of regret. If she had not told her brother that she wanted to buy some local clothes, then this would have not happened.

Sima Fenglun glanced at her and forced a weak smile. "Of course not! Wolf King will personally come and save us. Just perse..."

"Bang!" A gunshot stopped Sima Fenglun's words.

Sima Fenglun then dropped to the ground and his sister Sima Ying stumbled and similarly laid on the ground pitifully. She glanced at her brother and saw his bloodied shoulder, the gun from his hands was also thrown far away.

Sima Fenglun's was full of pain, but he refused to groan and swallowed the blood that he was about to vomit.

Hurried footsteps can be heard approaching towards them.

"Run sister! Leave me! Go!" Sima Fenglun shouted at his sister with an angry look, but Sima Ying simply shook her head with a smile.

"You... You..." Sima Fenglun sighed and clutched his bloodied shoulder as he suppressed the groans to come out of his mouth.

A loud laughter suddenly resounded like a devil's chant on their ears. They glanced towards the source of the sound and saw a blonde middle aged man with ripped physique walking towards them.

They were surprised to see their assailant. It was actually Jeffrey's father, Lewis Fischer! 

"Mr. Fischer, why are you doing this?" Sima Ying asked with a look of hatred.

Lewis Fischer laughed madly in response and continued walking towards Sima Ying. 

"I finally caught you little rats. I would have caught you faster if not for that shitty bodyguard of yours. To think that he was able kill nine of my men! F.u.c.k! Now, I will be severely reprimanded by the leader when I go back to Germany.

"Don't touch her you bastard if you still want to f.u.c.k.i.n.g live!" Sima Fenglun shouted angrily and stood up with difficulty.

Lewis took a step forward and kicked him on the chest sending him flying like a ragdoll. 

"Brother!!" Sima Ying stood up, but a hand grabbed her shoulders firmly, refusing to make her move. She glanced back and saw Lewis smiling cruelly at her.

"You little bastards from the Sima Family will pay for this! I will let my men take turns in defiling your little flower, Sima Ying! You are the main reason why my son was killed! If not for you little bitch, he would have not come in that bullshit banquet in Macau!" Lewis had a crazed look on his face and his spittle rained down, making Sima Ying look sideways. But she felt her heart turn cold at his words. Her body started shaking from head to foot as she glanced at the ground soullessly. It seems like her soul had escape from her body.

Lewis' men glanced lewdly at Sima Ying's youthful body. They slowly inched closer towards her as if they can't wait to devour her whole.

"Try you bastards... And once the...the people from the Tyrannical Tower knows about this, then even your Verreine Camorra will not be able to hold their wrath. You don't know how strong the Tyrannical Tower is." Sima Fenglun coughed heavily and blood began to leak out of his mouth.

Lewis's men stop from their tracks and glanced at their boss, waiting for his orders impatiently.

Lewis was not affected by his threats and just laughed loudly. "Who do you think you are brat?! Do you know how strong the leader is?! He had long since surpassed the S-Class level! What lousy Tyrannical Tower are you talking about?" 

Lewis Fischer laughed like madman and his men also had smirks on their faces obviously agreeing with their boss, for they had seen that man's strength themselves.

Sima Fenglun suddenly chuckled softly and his eyes had a mocking look on them. He then glanced at Lewis and his men with disdain as he cursed loudly. "You fools! That trash leader of yours can't defeat a single S-Class fighter from the tower! Your idiocy will destroy Verreine Camorra and it will become history! And if he can indeed defeat any S-Class level fighter from the Tyrannical Tower, then I will call you grandpa from then on!" 

Lewis saw the mocking smile on Sima Fenglun's face, making his veins pop up in anger. He could not hold his anger anymore and aimed his gun at him.

"Bang!"

A cold and lifeless body dropped to the ground, dead. A bullet hole can be seen at the center of his forehead and blood continuously leaked out of it.

Sima Ying glanced at the dead body, her eyes unfocused.

Chapter end