"Is that all you’ve got?"
Lu Tianxing looked at the bullets hovering beside him, smiled coldly, and with a tremor of his True Qi, the bullets instantly crumbled into dust and fell to the ground.
Bai Zhiqing hid in the car, seeing each bullet suspended in front of Lu Tianxing as if grasped by an invisible pair of hands, then turning into dust. She couldn’t help but want to scream, her pretty face showing an expression as if she’d seen a ghost, filled with disbelief, "Is this guy even human?"
The scene was simply as unimaginable as dodging bullets in ’The Matrix’. Lu Tianxing was even more insane, standing his ground unflinchingly as the bullets hit an invisible wall, unable to advance any further, completely overturning her every notion of reality.
"It’s impossible, I don’t believe it, all this must be fake, it’s fake."
Scarface had completely broken down emotionally, his fingers frenziedly pulling the trigger, firing until the bullets were spent without realizing it.
"No, I can’t die, I must kill you, if I kill you, I can live."
Suddenly, Scarface screamed madly, threw down the Desert Eagle in his hand, stumbled out of the car, picked up a knife from the ground, and lunged at Lu Tianxing with bared teeth and claws.
Lu Tianxing sneered coldly, his figure flashed, crossing several meters in an instant and appearing beside Scarface to punch at his knife-holding arm.
His punch was forceful and powerful.
Lu Tianxing’s fist smashed into Scarface’s arm, breaking it completely, with ghastly white bones protruding through the muscles.
The knife fell to the ground as Scarface, clutching his arm, let out a scream of pain.
Lu Tianxing fiercely raised his foot and kicked at Scarface’s chest.
With a single kick, Lu Tianxing sent Scarface flying more than ten meters away, crashing into the woods beside the road.
Lu Tianxing’s figure swiftly followed, entering the woods after Scarface.
Scarface’s body slammed heavily against a tree, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his eyes becoming lifeless as he struggled briefly before completely losing consciousness.
Looking at Scarface’s current state, a cold smile appeared on Lu Tianxing’s lips as he stepped forward and stomped on one of Scarface’s legs.
Scarface’s leg was ruthlessly broken by Lu Tianxing’s stomp.
Scarface, who had been playing dead, immediately came to his senses, emitting screams like a pig being slaughtered.
"Who are you... what do you want."
Scarface’s face twisted in pain into a fearsome, terrifying look. Staring at Lu Tianxing, his tone was laden with deep fear.
He had never seen such a terrifying person; even guns couldn’t kill him, and his methods were so cold and ruthless, not at all like a human, but like a killing machine.
Lu Tianxing’s face displayed a cruel smile, "You bring people to ambush me, trying to kill my wife, and still ask me who I am, heh, interesting, too interesting. Speak, who sent you? Say it, and I’ll leave you a complete corpse; otherwise, I will make you understand what it means to wish for death."
The corners of Lu Tianxing’s mouth curled up slightly, sketching out a bloodthirsty grin.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about, you...."
The scar-faced man trembled, just about to say something, when he felt a sharp pain in his thigh once again as Lu Tianxing lifted his foot and heavily stamped on his other leg, the sound of breaking bones resounding once more.
A scream echoed through the woods, startling countless birds into flight.
"I don’t like it when people spout nonsense to me; you have two more chances. Tell me, who really sent you? This time, if you don’t talk, I’ll crush your hands," Lu Tianxing said with a smile, as if he had done something trivial.
Seeing the smile on Lu Tianxing’s face, the scar-faced man finally became afraid, truly afraid. This man was the very devil, a complete devil; he was ruthless. Lu Tianxing was too cruel, readily crushing hands and feet without a hint of emotion in his eyes, as if he was breaking a dry twig.
"I’ll talk, I’ll say everything I know."
The voice of the scar-faced man was filled with fear; now he did not seek to live, only to have Lu Tianxing grant him a swift death.
"It was Chen Hao, Chen Hao sent me. He said you made him lose face this afternoon and fought with him over a woman. He ordered me to give you a harsh lesson. It was him; he was the one who sent me...."
The scar-faced man articulated the whole affair clearly.
Lu Tianxing’s brow furrowed, the name sounding strangely familiar.
A chill passed through Lu Tianxing’s eyes as he remembered; the man who had pursued Xue Man at the hospital today was named Chen Hao. Lu Tianxing hadn’t expected that Chen Hao would dare to cause him trouble, nearly leading to Bai Zhiqing’s death.
A fierce killing intent flashed through Lu Tianxing’s eyes.
"I’ve told you, just kill me! Give me a quick death," the scar-faced man pleaded miserably, now only wishing for a swift end.
"You’ve spoken, but there’s still...."
A sinister expression spread across Lu Tianxing’s face, "Name your true backer."
"Didn’t I tell you? It was Chen Hao who sent me; it seriously was Chen Hao."
The scar-faced man’s eyes flickered twice, as he swallowed hard, not daring to meet Lu Tianxing’s gaze.
Lu Tianxing said nothing, his right foot thundering down, crushing the scar-faced man’s arm; the sound of bones breaking was particularly grating in the silence of the forest.
Without even glancing at the scar-faced man’s contorted, ferocious face, Lu Tianxing said with a cold laugh, "You’re right, Chen Hao did send you to trouble me, but Chen Hao did not order the killing of Bai Zhiqing. Chen Hao doesn’t have the guts for that, am I right? You’re well aware of the consequences of killing Bai Zhiqing, which you cannot bear, but you still made your move. This means you have someone else behind you, someone powerful enough to terrify you, forcing your hand. Tell me, is the person behind you called Heavenly God?"
At the end, Lu Tianxing’s voice abruptly rose, mixing with the fluctuation of his True Qi, exploding like a thunderclap in the ears of the scar-faced man.
At the mention of "Heavenly God," the scar-faced man’s defeated gaze suddenly narrowed, his body trembled, and his face displayed an intense fear.
Seeing this, Lu Tianxing’s lips curved into a cruel smile; he had received the answer he wanted.
"One last question. What does Heavenly God look like, where is he now, and how did you come to know him?"
Lu Tianxing’s gaze flickered as he stared at the scar-faced man, attempting to discern any shred of evidence from his face.
"No, I don’t know who Heavenly God is. When I met him, he was shrouded in darkness, his face unclear, and even his voice came through a voice changer. I truly don’t know who he is, and our contact has always been one-sided; I don’t know how to get in touch with him, he reaches out to me. Please, I’ve told you everything I know, kill me, just let me die quickly," the scar-faced man pleaded without any reservation, now only seeking a swift end.