Who is Bai Gu? Almost everyone lurking in Huadu's underground world knows—extremely radical in thought and action, ruthless to others and even more so to oneself.
Lin Hai never expected Bai Gu to be so cruel.
"Brother Lin, can you imagine that kind of pain? I just wanted to live a normal life, yet he selfishly killed an innocent person with his own hands, then told me it was because he didn't want me to get hurt."
Wang Jingjing's eyes were on the verge of turning red like a rabbit's.
Lin Hai was speechless. When he spoke with Bai Gu, he could sense the sincere concern for his sister.
To think that the guy would kill his sister's boyfriend because he was afraid his sister might be let down by a man—that's just too damn extreme.
"Maybe, your brother has changed now?"
Wang Jingjing shook her head: "Impossible, I understand him, a madman, an extremely short-tempered person, one who doesn't know how to turn back. Otherwise, he wouldn't have become what he is now."
Lin Hai sighed: "Actually, your brother wants me to cure your illness."
"Brother Lin, you know medical skills?"
"Yes, I can cure many of the diseases in this world," Lin Hai nodded.
Surprise flashed again in Wang Jingjing's eyes.
An SS-level special agent, indicating Brother Lin is very strong, otherwise, he wouldn't be rated SS-level.
And he sings so well.
To think he also knows medical skills, Lin Hai's confident tone and gaze let her know that Brother Lin's medical skills might really be brilliant.
She didn't understand why a man, talented in so many ways, appeared so decadent? Shouldn't he be clean, tidy, and spirited?
"Jingjing, although I don't know what disease you've caught, I think I should be able to handle it." Lin Hai said.
Wang Jingjing fell silent, hesitating whether to agree to Lin Hai or not.
Lin Hai lit a cigarette, it was necessary to give Wang Jingjing some time to think, not to rush her.
"Alas, at least Bai Gu still knows who his sister is, whereas I, until now, still haven't found that little sister who depended on me on the streets back then."
Lin Hai sighed inwardly, full of emotions.
The sound of breaking glass erupted.
Lin Hai suddenly turned his head and saw a glint of cold light surging towards him, aiming straight for his forehead.
The cold light came closer, turning into a flash of sword light.
A sword-wielding assassin!
Lin Hai's whole body's Gang Qi instantly surged to its peak, with Life and Death Gang Qi on his palm, he prepared to meet the sword.
The patrons in the café immediately panicked, screaming.
Clang—a sound rang out, and the sword was forced away by a palm from Lin Hai.
At the same time, a flying knife shot out from the assailant's sleeve, targeting Wang Jingjing.
Lin Hai snorted angrily, his Gang Qi wildly surged, deflecting the flying knife off its trajectory, embedding it into the ground not far away.
The opponent was shocked, not expecting Lin Hai to be so strong. He had planned to quickly assassinate the target, but it seemed he had run into trouble now.
Lin Hai saw a young man in skintight black clothing standing not far away on a table, holding a sharp sword askew, his face uncovered, with a deep scar above his right eye, which made his originally handsome features look cold and fierce.
Based on the opponent's physical characteristics and the momentum of the sword that had just brushed by like blood, Lin Hai recalled the assassins from all over the world that could possibly be ranked and said indifferently:
"A sword strike, Song Zong?"
"Who are you? You're definitely not a nobody!" Song Zong was astonished in his heart. The other party had identified him with just a single sword move.
Most people in the assassin world knew of Song Zong, but not his true appearance.
Though he never obscured his face, those who had seen him were mostly dead by his sword, known as Song Zong, a sword that sends to the end.
Lin Hai remained cold and silent. It seemed the other party had come to kill Wang Jingjing and the sudden attack on him was just a distraction.
Wang Jingjing clenched her teeth, watching the other party with cold eyes, demonstrating a temperament unbefitting of a frail female teacher, she took the initiative to ask: "Who sent you to kill me?"
Song Zong's gaze flickered peculiarly, according to the information, she was just an ordinary, pitiable music teacher. Yet, she maintained her composure before such an expert like him. No wonder the bounty for this job was three million.
Song Zong spoke, uttering two words.
Lin Hai's gaze tightened!
Upon hearing the name "Bai Gu," Wang Jingjing's face showed despair, murmuring to herself: "As I thought, in pursuit of that obsession, now he even wants to kill his own sister."
That obsession? Lin Hai was curious, what mysterious past did this brother and sister have?
But now there was no time to think.
Because Song Zong made his move.
Although he was only super first-class in strength, Song Zong had a reputation for sending to the end with his extraordinary assassination swordsmanship.
"Want to kill her? Did you ask me first?"
Lin Hai's aura erupted suddenly, taking a step forward to stand in front of Wang Jingjing, placing his palm at his throat, blocking Song Zong's first sword.
Sparks flew off the sword tip.
The Gang Qi in Lin Hai's palm dissipated rapidly. Although a Supreme Strong could release Gang Qi, it wasn't invincible and could be depleted.
The second sword, a glint of cold light brilliant over the Nine Provinces.
Bang bang bang, the table before them shattered.
"So strong!" Song Zong was even more shocked at heart, who exactly was this person before him? Able to block his sword with a palm, and comparing Gang Qi, the power bursting from the other party made him feel like a mere stream in front of a surging river.
Song Zong had never seen a Supreme Strong, but his instincts told him, this scruffy-looking man before him seemed to be a Supreme Strong...
He had never failed a mission he undertook, Song Zong couldn't allow himself to fail.
The sword moved, cold light flashed, the third sword.
"Intricate trifles, no matter how splendid the swordsmanship, it's but a fleeting cloud before absolute power."
Lin Hai snorted coldly, raising his hand, Gang Qi skillfully applied, shaking a spoon into his hand, as if taking an object from afar, miraculously.
Ding ding dang dang——
The scene at that moment,
A magnificent black-clothed figure executing a dazzling display of swordsmanship.
A scruffy-looking man who forgot to shave before leaving the house today, who also seems to have stayed up watching two blockbusters, with slightly dark circles under his eyes, holding a spoon, countering the swordsmanship.
It may appear ludicrous, but the spoon in that man's hand transformed like magic, each move seemed ordinary, but often turned decay into something miraculous.
After a few exchanges, Lin Hai suddenly made a big move, using the spoon as a hidden weapon, he blasted Song Zong's sword away, and his entire figure had already leapt like thunder in front of Song Zong.
Song Zong looked up, and in sudden shock, he tried to use his long sword to resist, but Lin Hai raised his hand with a powerful palm strike, solidly hitting Song Zong's chest.
Crack——the sound of bones breaking rang out, a spray of bright red blood splashed.
"You're King Yan!" Song Zong's voice was very low, as his sternum was already shattered, he could hardly make a loud noise.