Chapter 239: 239, Become the Devil and I Fear Not (4)_1 Chapter 239: 239, Become the Devil and I Fear Not (4)_1 “Fei En, don’t say I never gave you a chance. If you beat me, I might just consider sparing you.” She flicked her hand dismissively and spoke in an icy tone.
Fei En’s eyes narrowed, his body rushed forward at an extreme speed, and the two began to exchange blows with their bare hands.
The fists were as cold as ice, each punch faster and more vicious than the last.
Fei En would never know that close combat was Jian Qing’s forte. Even combined, Black Jack and Bai Jue could barely hold their own against her. For her, beating Fei En was as simple as crushing an ant.
After a few rounds, Fei En quickly fell behind, with wounds on his face and body, unable to counterattack.
Jian Qing’s eyes narrowed, she dodged Fei En’s punched by tilting to the side and landed a sweeping kick to his abdomen.
“Thud—”
Fei En winced, a spurt of bright red blood spewing from his mouth.
At this moment, he somewhat understood why Jian Qing could occupy the position as the head of the Jian Family.
She really was very strong!
However, he wouldn’t be defeated so easily.
He suddenly pulled a gun from his waist, the black muzzle pointing in Jian Qing’s direction, “Jian Qing, order your men to stop.”
Jian Qing stood calm and composed, her eyes frosty, “Fei En, you don’t really think that you can defeat me with just a gun, do you?”
“I don’t care, if you don’t order your men to stop, don’t blame me for firing.” Fei En spat out a mouthful of blood, his voice raspy.
“Well then, you’re more than welcome to give it a shot!” Jian Qing shrugged, indifferent.
“You…” Fei En was stunned; he hadn’t expected this reaction from Jian Qing.
However, his moment of distraction determined his tragic defeat.
Jian Qing moved, grabbed Fei En’s wrist, twisted it, and the gun fell into her hand. She lifted her left leg and kicked his kneecap.
Fei En “thunked” onto his knees, the black muzzle pointed at his temple.
Jian Qing put her foot on his knee, still holding his wrist.
“Fei En, it seems you’re not as good as your father. Didn’t old Bruce ever tell you that you should never be distracted on the battlefield?”
Fei En’s face was grim, and suddenly he heard a series of gunshot and screams, making his hair stand on end.
He turned his head and saw one assassin after another falling in his organization. Jian Qing’s men in black were shooting one by one, as if they were harvesting white cabbage. It was a bloody scene.
“How does it feel to watch your men fall one by one because of your decisions?” Jian Qing asked in a flat tone.
Fei En looked up, his eyes torn apart as he glared at her, “Jian Qing, you devil, you cruel demon.”
Jian Qing’s lips curled, “To protect the ones I care about, I am not afraid of becoming a demon.”
Fei En was stunned, and suddenly remembered his order to shoot the old master Jian.
If his ambition wasn’t so great, if he didn’t think about swallowing up the Jian Family to strengthen the Bruce organization, would all this have happened today?
“Fei En, your biggest mistake was messing with the people I care about.” As she finished speaking, she pulled the trigger. His blood splattered onto her.
Fei En’s eyes widened, his body went limp and fell to the ground, a bloody hole in his temple was disturbing to see.
“Leader!”
Witnessing Fei En’s death at the hands of Jian Qing, a loyal follower of Fei En let out a wail.
The Nether Army moved through every corner of the headquarters of the Bruce organization, taking the lives of the assassins within the organization.
Many assassins realized that the members of the Nether Army were proficient in ninjutsu, and they grew wary, not daring to let their guard down.