Chu Ge lay on his back in a corner of the forest, watching the first light tear through the darkness. He licked his lips, a faint upward curve at the corners of his mouth, revealing his signature smile.
Straightening his back, Chu Ge flexed his arms, then shifted slightly to lean against the trunk of a large tree, and began eating the leftover braised beef from yesterday.
If anyone saw Chu Ge at this mont, they wouldn't believe he was being hunted by top assassins from around the world. He looked completely relaxed, as if on a leisurely tour.
Soon, the braised beef was eaten clean, leaving him with only one last item.
It wasn't the M4 carbine he had taken from a Black man, but a tattered pair of underwear.
When he left Zhan Wushuang's cruise ship the night before last, Chu Ge didn't take the gun. Many thought he was too tense and forgot about it, but in truth, he just didn't think it was necessary.
There's an old song from Hua Country with a line that goes, "Without guns, without cannons, the enemy gives us them."
Chu Ge often sang that song in his early years. Just like the lyrics suggested, he wasn't worried about weapons. For him now, he might not even need such things, without sounding arrogant.
Who will be the first to co courting death?
Wiping his sowhat greasy hands on the tree trunk, Chu Ge crossed his arms behind his head and began pondering the question quite eagerly.
Within just five minutes, the question had its answer.
It was a voluptuous woman with golden hair, her skin pale as a corpse, looking exactly like a "submissive" type.
Unlike the night before last, today she had many flying knives attached to her tight leather suit. On her arms, legs, and sides, these knives varied in size, like the unexposed fangs of a beast, with only the handles visible, the blades sheathed in her outfit.
She genuinely hadn't expected to discover Chu Ge so quickly, just as she hadn't expected to suddenly lose consciousness, leading to her life ending so inexplicably.
Chu Ge didn't move, still leaning against the tree trunk, gazing at a leaf that seed ready to fall at any mont.
The woman died by the very flying knife she was most proud of. Like a puppet, she pulled a knife from her thigh and stabbed it into her own heart.
Mind control, what a convenient yet godlike superpower...
Chu Ge side-eyed the woman lying in a pool of blood, then looked back at the leaf.
Of course, this didn't an he wasn't aware of his surroundings. For him, using Spiritual Power to sense the area was the most convenient and effective radar.
Before today, many believed this deadly battle was a cat and mouse ga, and they weren't entirely wrong. They just got one thing wrong.
Chu Ge wasn't the mouse; he was the cat, and a picky one at that. Not every mouse could pique his interest to play.
Take this woman who liked playing with knives; Chu Ge didn't use mind control—a near rule-breaking approach—because of her skill. It was because she was too weak, too weak to waste his ti.
After sitting for a while longer, Chu Ge lazily yawned and got up from the ground. He suddenly found waiting around like this boring and thought a walk might add so excitent to the ga.
Chu Ge didn't deliberately conceal himself, walking at a pace slightly faster than a stroll, his feet crunching on the fallen leaves.
After walking about three hundred ters, Chu Ge rubbed his forehead with a conflicted smile on his face.
It was a man in a white kung fu shirt, wearing an angry face mask of Peking Opera, holding a dagger, and beside him lay a freshly fallen corpse.
Just a second ago, this man in the white kung fu shirt had silently leapt from a tree, slicing the throat of another man who had just walked beneath it. The man tried to look back, but his final wish went unfulfilled, and he fell dead with eyes wide open onto the leaves, while the dagger that slit his throat was unstained by blood.
Looking at the masked man, Chu Ge reluctantly removed his finger from his forehead and said, "Mr. Liang, what brings you here?"
Liang Yongping lifted his mask and smiled at Chu Ge, "You recognized at a glance, did you?"
Chu Ge's smile deepened, "Mr. Liang, now's not the ti for a nostalgic chat. This place is very dangerous. You're not young anymore, it's best you leave quickly."
Liang Yongping raised an eyebrow, "What? I ca all the way here to help you and you're complaining about my age?"
"I didn't an that..." Chu Ge scratched his head, "It's just that..."
Liang Yongping waved his hand, picked up the submachine gun beside the corpse, and tossed it towards Chu Ge.
"If you didn't an that, then there's nothing more to say. Just as you said earlier, since I'm already so old and don't have many years left, if I don't take advantage of being sowhat fit to really get so activity, I'm afraid there'll be no such chance in the future."
Risking his life to help Chu Ge, yet being told by Liang Yongping in a tone like an old child throwing a tantrum, Chu Ge felt even more conflicted inside.
"Old Mr. Liang..."
"Alright, you're a grown man who can do such crazy things, so why be so indecisive now?"
Liang Yongping seed increasingly impatient, and his voice rose a few notches, which resulted in the twin brothers, already ard, faintly hearing the sound from this side.
"I'm not being indecisive, Old Mr. Liang, I really can't understand why you would do this. We're not related in any way, I even severely injured your family mber, it's not worth it for at all."
Liang Yongping was silent for two seconds, a look of complex emotions surfacing on his face, "After all, you ca from that place too."
"What kind of reason is that? I haven't belonged to that place in a long ti."
Hearing Liang Yongping say this, Chu Ge showed a self-deprecating smile, sighed, and then flicked two flying knives he had casually taken from that Flying Knife Woman.
Then, as the twin brothers cautiously climbed a small slope and hadn't yet seen anyone, they were directly struck in the brow by those two flying knives, toppling straight to the ground and rolling back down the way they ca.
Liang Yongping was stunned, looked at the position nearly a hundred ters away from here, and then looked at Chu Ge with a complex expression.
Almost simultaneously as Chu Ge acted, Liang Yongping also keenly sensed enemies approaching and could determine the direction of their attack. This wasn't because he heard any movents, but a nearly instinctual intuition honed through countless brushes with life and death.
However, he admitted that even if his physical abilities and combat awareness were at their peak, he couldn't do what Chu Ge just did—throwing two flying knives with such precision just as the enemy had not yet appeared, without even observing their movents from such a distance?
It was as if those two guys willingly ran up to et those flying knives!
"Seems I really am old, and I finally understand so things."
Liang Yongping wore a mask of anger as he seed to talk to himself, his voice edged with a bit of loneliness, so self-deprecation, and... a deeply hidden sorrow and anger.
This feeling of sorrow and anger was well concealed by Liang Yongping, but if it were the old Chu Ge, he definitely wouldn't have noticed. However, the current Chu Ge was not what he used to be, so he clearly caught this detail.
Chu Ge forced a smile, not just on his face but also in his heart. Suddenly, he found so of his past actions laughable, unworthy, very unworthy.
Chu Ge felt a chill in his heart, but forced a smile on his face and said, "Old man, I beg you, can I call you grandpa? Please go back, or should I bow to you?"
Beneath the mask of anger, Liang Yongping's eyes exuded genuine kindness, "I kill one, and your enemies are reduced by one."
After saying this, Liang Yongping leaped silently onto a large tree, disappearing from Chu Ge's sight in an instant.
Chu Ge pinched his nose hard. Damn it, why does my nose feel so sour!
Taking a deep breath, Chu Ge tightened his grip on the submachine gun, removed the silencer, and tossed it aside.
Imdiately after, Chu Ge transford his spiritual power into extrely fine tendrils, reaching out in all directions. Soon, he found his next target.
Da-da-da...
Flas spat from the barrel, the muzzle scorching hot, while Chu Ge's gaze remained as cold as ice. Even though his enemies were already as dead as could be, the submachine gun in his hand continued spitting bullets, roaring like a tallic beast, sending a sound that could travel far and wide.
Chu Ge was intentionally exposing his position to draw the enemies to him, knowing full well these enemies ca for him. He absolutely did not want Liang Yongping to suffer even the slightest harm.
As the dense gunfire continued to echo, Chu Ge quickly achieved his aim.
The enemies searching for him on the island were like sharks slling blood, clutching their weapons and charging from all directions toward Chu Ge's location.
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