Chen Feng strode forward indifferently, stepping down onto Xu Shan’s head.
"You... what exactly are you..."
Blood burst forth like watermelon juice, splattering dots of crimson on the Green-black Carapace’s surface, as Chen Feng stepped over the other’s corpse.
In the end, with Perception Amplification, he looked towards the two figures standing in front of the villa.
One was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, dressed like a high-end elite, but his face was pale now, lips buzzing, full of horror.
The other was dressed in a floral short-sleeve shirt, body trembling, eyes full of Fear, no longer the arrogant tyrant from before.
"I’ll give you money!"
Zhao Jiapeng quickly began to plead, retreating and begging, "No matter who sent you, I’ll give double, no, triple, four times!!!"
His voice was hurried, Fear cues swiftly appeared.
Chen Feng advanced silently, walking up to the two rigid, trembling people.
Chen Feng looked at Zhou Wen, his voice low, casually tossing him a picked-up handgun.
As these words landed, Zhao Jiapeng’s pupils shrank, frozen on the spot.
By the time he reacted, he quickly turned his head to look at Zhou Wen.
He opened his mouth, Zhou Wen’s face pale, suddenly feeling like the Transformed Person before him was a demon.
Could it be that by killing Mr. Peng, he could survive?
"It seems you don’t want this opportunity?"
Chen Feng spoke coldly.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Wen was caught in a struggle, his body trembling, his glasses shaking.
Soon, Zhao Jiapeng’s expression turned sinister, and he bit his lip, crouching down to pick up the handgun.
"Zhou Wen, you lowly bastard, you dare to betray the Zhao Family!"
Zhao Jiapeng’s voice was venomous, standing in front of the other, unhesitant in pulling the trigger.
The atmosphere went silent!
The empty gun, Zhao Jiapeng’s face completely stiff.
Chen Feng’s voice was cold as he once again tossed a handgun, landing perfectly in Zhou Wen’s hand.
The touch was ice-cold; Zhou Wen looked at Zhao Jiapeng backing away.
Panic, Fear, these were the expressions he was seeing for the first time on this arrogantly domineering young master’s face.
After all these years of serving him, doing so much dirty work for him.
His eyes burst with blood, and he abruptly pulled the trigger!
Bullets flew, consecutively piercing through Zhao Jiapeng’s body and head.
A mist of blood appeared, the body fell to the ground.
Zhou Wen emptied the magazine, bloodshot eyes emerging, his face fierce, gasping for breath continuously in place.
The smell of blood reached his nose, and he suddenly felt nauseous, wanting to vomit.
"You really are a despicable thing."
That indifferent voice sounded again, Zhou Wen forced a smile, looking at the other party with a face full of humble pleading.
"Can you let me go now?"
"Why?" Chen Feng asked, puzzled.
Fear cues kept appearing, with Green Armor progress skyrocketing, nearing the critical point.
Hearing this, Zhou Wen frowned, his eyes suddenly bursting with Despair and rage.
"Isn’t it that I can live by killing him?"
He questioned in terror and desperation, trembling all over.
Chen Feng’s indifferent voice deepened: "When did I say I would let you go?"
Widening his eyes, Zhou Wen in the next second saw a thick Green-black hand reaching out, grabbing his head.
Twisting left and right, a sudden strong force.
His neck broke, his eyes wide open, dying without closing them.
"The despicable who toy with Life, will ultimately be toyed with by Life."
Voice low, Chen Feng turned his head to look around.
The few people scattered like weeds, lying on the ground playing dead, most of them insignificant.
Hearing this, their eyes widened even more, not even daring to breathe.
Fear soared once again, until eventually, breaking free from constraints.
Only when the outside movement was faintly coming did Chen Feng stop, satisfied, turning around and quickly leaving the place.