Chapter 152: Forcibly Killing Yao Ji

Chapter 152: The Ruthless Slaying of Yāo Jī

Bang! Bang!

The ramshackle hut was torn to splinters by the relentless hail of bullets in the blink of an eye, its load-bearing beams snapping, the roof collapsing in a thunderous crash.

From the billowing smoke and dust, a figure surged forward, leaping several times before vanishing into the dense woods behind the house.

Mǎ Wángyé had chosen this place to hide, and naturally, there was method to his madness.

The location lay in the rugged terrain of Yúxī, where treacherous mountains and venomous waters converged, and human footprints were scarce.

The endless chain of towering peaks and sheer cliffs made it ideal for concealing one’s trail—if truly cornered by enemies, a single dash into the mountains could mean salvation.

“Verdant waters and emerald peaks—truly a fitting place to bury one’s bones.”

Gōng Qīnghóng gazed into the ghostly, shadow-laden forest, his voice calm as he called out: “Yāo Jī!”

“Leave it to me, boss.”

Yāo Jī grinned, hoisting the still-smoking assault rifle onto his shoulder, and grabbed a handful of icy mountain wind, tossing it beneath his nose.

“How long has this bastard gone without a bath? His stench is unbearable!”

Yāo Jī furrowed his brow, cursing under his breath, and charged ahead into the forest.

The wooden-faced Èr Tiáo followed silently in his wake.

Only Gōng Qīnghóng stood in place, arms crossed over his chest, like a seasoned hunter awaiting the return of his unleashed hyena with its prey.

Click!

Branches snapped under the rushing figure, their severed ends no sooner split than they were pulverized by the bullets that followed.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Zhào Qīngxiá dashed through the jagged, pitch-black forest, bullets whistling viciously past him, tearing bark from trees and embedding themselves with dull thuds.

“Damn it, we’ve run into ghosts—these bastards found us with eerie precision!”

Zhào Qīngxiá’s face twisted in bewilderment; logically, in such a labyrinthine terrain, the fleeing party should hold the advantage, yet here they were, cornered.

Moreover, he had silenced all communication devices on his person, severing ties with the Yellow Liang Network entirely—outsiders could not possibly trace his location through it.

Yet these pursuers behind him seemed to possess eyes like open skies, their knowledge of his whereabouts absolute.

No matter how he twisted or accelerated, they clung to his trail without error, not a hair’s breadth of miscalculation.

Such precision was deeply unnatural.

“They’ve got a hunting dog, and it looks like one enhanced with Dragon Pearl’s genetic modifications.”

Mǎ Wángyé’s tone was resolute, his low voice brimming with decisiveness. “We must kill this dog first, or we’ll never escape.”

Before he finished speaking, another burst of gunfire erupted behind them.

Zhào Qīngxiá’s sprinting form stumbled abruptly, as if struck by a bullet, pitching forward and tumbling down the mountainside’s edge!

“Finally hit him, damn it!”

Yāo Jī let out a triumphant shout, raising his Dú Yán Wēi assault rifle to advance.

“Wait.”

Èr Tiáo abruptly crossed his arms, hurling two fists-sized fire grenades down the slope.

Boom! Boom!

The explosion’s shockwave merged with the swift mountain winds, engulfing the area in searing flames.

“Èr Tiáo, the boss wanted us to capture him alive—what do we do if you’ve blown him to pieces?”

Yāo Jī’s pupils, lit by firelight, widened in alarm.

Gōng Qīnghóng had expended considerable resources to locate this Mòjiā descendant’s hideout; returning with only a corpse would doom them.

“Fool.”

Èr Tiáo’s face remained impassive, the words tumbling out stiffly.

“You—”

Yāo Jī’s face flushed crimson, but before he could finish, the flames ahead were suddenly snuffed by a gust, and a lithe, panther-like figure lunged forth!

The night wind whipped Zhào Qīngxiá’s scorched yellow hair, his face, illuminated by firelight, etched with icy lethality.

Bang! Bang!

Muzzle flashes ignited before him, a bullet grazing his abdomen, slashing open a palm-length wound that spattered his waist with crimson.

Yet Zhào Qīngxiá’s expression remained serene, unflinching, his steps never faltering as he charged straight for Yāo Jī!

“Èr Tiáo!”

Yāo Jī, sweating at the temples, let out a strangled cry as a hulking silhouette blocked his path!

“Get out of the way!”

Zhào Qīngxiá roared, his sprinting form leaping skyward, his armored right leg swinging like a battle-axe toward Èr Tiáo!

A vicious gust struck, but Èr Tiáo’s expression stayed unchanged; his chest’s mechanical heart suddenly roared.

Thud!

Èr Tiáo crossed his arms like a shield, deflecting the whip-like kick, then stepped back with his left foot, seizing Zhào Qīngxiá’s throat with his free hand.

Zhào Qīngxiá’s brow furrowed—he hadn’t expected this scarred brute to be a Military Eight Arms Spirit vanguard.

But now, with no choice but to strike, they were locked in a deadly duel.

Zhào Qīngxiá’s armored leaf-like plates flared open, a surge of force propelling his descending body skyward again, his right foot stomping toward Èr Tiáo’s skull.

The sudden shift triggered Èr Tiáo’s instinctive reflex—his arms clasped overhead.

Yet the moment he moved, a dreadful premonition seized him.

“Not good!”

As expected, the pressure from his arms was negligible; Zhào Qīngxiá’s ferocious kick was a feint.

He spun midair like an eagle, lunging toward the panic-stricken Yāo Jī.

A bone-chilling malice froze Yāo Jī, a mere Agricultural Nine Eater, into an icy tomb—he fumbled for his gun in terror.

Before he could pull the trigger, the shadow was already upon him.

Zhào Qīngxiá twisted his waist, swept the gun aside, and charged forward with arrow-like strides, his fist crashing into Yāo Jī’s chest.

Crack!

The crisp sound of fractured bones echoed as Yāo Jī’s form flew backward.

Zhào Qīngxiá’s steps were about to follow when a chilling gust struck his back—Èr Tiáo was upon him!

“To seize this chance, I’ll have to take that punch head-on.”

At the critical moment, Zhào Qīngxiá hesitated not at all, his helmet’s red eyes unblinking.

Bang!

A torrent of force slammed into his chest, and the already scarred ink armor burst into fragments in an instant.

Zhao Qingxia's mouth and nose suddenly spurted bright red blood, his pupils trembling uncontrollably, showing signs of crumbling.

He abruptly bit his tongue tip, using the piercing pain to pull his wandering consciousness back, and his body surged forward, even faster than before.

The chicken, lying in the grass, had bulging eyes, and dense blood bubbles continuously seeped from his mouth.

"Er Er..."

The intermittent shout was cut off by a heavy punch from above, the broken pale neck bone protruding from his throat, his bloodied head half-sunk into the soft earth.

"Come on, if you've got the guts, keep chasing."

Zhao Qingxia, half-kneeling beside the chicken's corpse, slowly turned his blood-stained face, revealing a proud and arrogant smile.

He raised his still-dripping fist and gave the middle finger to the enraged Er Tiao rushing toward him.