"Who is Li Quan’an? Step forward!"
It wasn’t long after Sun Aotian began his conversation with Bai Feifei and her younger brother that he bellowed.
His voice was filled with rage and murderous intent.
Sun Aotian’s roar terrified Li Quan’an, who immediately understood what Wen Yu had meant earlier.
Bai Feifei is snitching on me to Sun Aotian, but I haven’t treated her poorly, have I?
If Wen Yu knew what Li Quan’an was thinking, he would undoubtedly pat Li Quan’an’s shoulder and tell him gravely, "You still don’t understand the mindset of someone with ’protagonist syndrome.’"
Wen Yu stepped aside, revealing Li Quan’an behind him and exposing him to Sun Aotian’s gaze.
"Brother Tian, it’s him, that bald-headed fat man! Feifei’s first time was taken by such a man! SOB SOB SOB..."
Bai Feifei covered her face, weeping pitifully. Tears streamed from between her fingers, fueling Sun Aotian’s rage like gasoline poured on a fire.
Sun Aotian glared at Li Quan’an with bloodshot eyes and gritted his teeth.
"So it was you who forced Feifei into your bed? You who abused Feifei day and night? You who committed all those evil deeds in Hualin Town? You’re the corrupt official Feifei spoke of?"
Sun Aotian advanced on Li Quan’an as he spoke.
"I... I... I haven’t really done anything that bad, have I?" Li Quan’an was on the verge of tears as the pressure from Sun Aotian intensified.
Before the apocalypse, I might not have been a good official, but I certainly wasn’t corrupt. I didn’t commit every evil imaginable in Hualin Town, nor did I abuse Bai Feifei day and night. And I definitely didn’t force Bai Feifei into my bed. At worst, I merely lured her with promises of gain!
Listening to Bai Feifei’s accusations, even Li Quan’an started to feel he deserved to die.
Sun Aotian slowly approached Li Quan’an. "Actually, what I just said isn’t your fault. Your biggest mistake is being alive, especially now that Bai Feifei has become my woman."
"My woman must be pure."
Seeing Sun Aotian’s increasing killing intent, Li Quan’an roared under the threat of death, "Brother Wen Yu, save me!!"
"’Well then, consider my debt repaid,’ Wen Yu’s teasing voice sounded as he sidestepped, positioning himself in front of Li Quan’an. ’We’re even now!’"
Sun Aotian paid no attention to who stood before him; he directly aimed at Li Quan’an’s position and threw a punch.
A ripple appeared before Sun Aotian’s fist, and a transparent fist imprint, about the same size as his own fist, shot out.
Ripple Punch (B-Class, Active Skill): A mid-range attack capability. The punch throws out a transparent fist imprint. Within a three-meter distance, its attack power reaches the maximum, with Lethality being twice that of a full-strength punch. As the distance increases, the damage capability decreases, with a maximum effective range of 10 meters.
This was a basic skill from Sun Aotian’s hidden profession: Fist Fighter.
Watching the transparent fist imprint fly over at high speed, Wen Yu threw a full-strength punch, meeting it head-on.
With a loud BANG, the rushing fist imprint dispersed. Wen Yu, however, was knocked back a step by the immense force.
Wen Yu’s physical Attribute in his combat state had negated the amplification from the Ripple Punch skill!
Sun Aotian was momentarily stunned, then immediately realized the situation had exceeded his expectations.
Wen Yu took my full-power Ripple Punch head-on and only took one step back? That means his physical Attribute is roughly double mine!
Having ’protagonist syndrome’ doesn’t mean being an idiot.
So, Sun Aotian quickly retreated, trying to create distance from Wen Yu.
Unfortunately, it was useless.
Although Ripple Punch allowed Sun Aotian’s attack power to contend with Wen Yu’s, the speed difference was too great.
The onlookers only saw Wen Yu’s figure flash. The next moment, his right hand was clamped around Sun Aotian’s neck, lifting him high into the air!
Except for Sun Aotian’s frantic struggling, the entire area fell silent.
No one had expected the confrontation between two Level 2 professionists to end in such a one-sided rout.
"Hmm, should I kill you or not?" Wen Yu stared into Sun Aotian’s hate-filled eyes and murmured the question, though he had no intention of waiting for an answer.
Since I’ve made my move, I naturally have to eliminate all future trouble.
His right hand then tightened with terrifying force. The immense power felt like a guillotine, and Sun Aotian could clearly smell the stench of death.
Sun Aotian was terrified. This man... he actually wants to kill me! Just because I threw one punch at him!
Seeing the intense hatred in Sun Aotian’s eyes gradually fade, replaced by sheer terror and pleas for mercy, Wen Yu sneered, his grip tightening further.
"Wait, Brother Wen Yu, don’t kill him! Spare his life!"
Seeing Wen Yu’s killing intent intensify, Zang Pengfei instantly understood: Wen Yu wasn’t just trying to scare Sun Aotian; he genuinely intended to kill him.
Even though I’d love for this idiot Sun Aotian to drop dead right now...
However, for the sake of the bigger picture... Sun Aotian is the only other Level 2 professionist left in Chaihe Town. Compared to Wen Yu, he’s definitely one of us. If he dies now, who will there be to even superficially counterbalance Wen Yu?
For the camp’s balance of power, Sun Aotian can’t die. At least, not right now!
Wen Yu glanced at Zang Pengfei and said flatly, "Didn’t you want him dead?"
"Hold on, Brother Wen Yu, take it easy, take it easy," Zang Pengfei said, rushing forward. He grabbed Wen Yu’s right hand, which was still choking Sun Aotian, but unfortunately, the strength difference was too vast. Wen Yu’s hand didn’t budge an inch.
Zang Pengfei grew anxious. "Brother Wen Yu, Little Sky is still useful! We need his strength to deal with the zombies! Do this old brother a favor, will you?"
"Not enough!" Wen Yu stated coldly, his words baffling everyone.
URGH... URGH... On the contrary, Sun Aotian, hearing Wen Yu’s words, struggled even more fiercely. The imminent threat of death had sharpened his wits.
"See? This kid gets it," Wen Yu said, slowly releasing his grip on Sun Aotian’s neck. He looked intently at Sun Aotian, who had collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.
Then, Wen Yu extended his right hand.
Sun Aotian looked at Wen Yu, his eyes filled with a mixture of hatred and profound fear. Unable to speak, he fumbled in his pocket, produced a Level 2 magic crystal, and placed it in Wen Yu’s outstretched hand.
Wen Yu shook his head. "Still not enough!"
Anger flashed in Sun Aotian’s eyes, but knowing he was in no position to argue, he cried out, "I also have points! Enough to exchange for two Level 2 attributeless magic crystals! But you have to promise not to kill me!"
"Hmm, alright. For today, I’ll spare your life."
Better to extort a few Level 2 magic crystals from this kid than to take his life. As for Sun Aotian’s future retaliation... Wen Yu couldn’t care less. Although Sun Aotian is strong compared to ordinary professionists, the gap between his power and mine is too vast.
Besides, my promise only lasts until today!