Nalan Qing never thought he would have such a miserable day. He had originally received a task that was easy for him - to kill the leader of a small, unknown gang, Yi Xiao Feng. For this kind of small fry, he wouldn't even have bothered if someone hadn't paid him to do it. Who knew that just before taking action, the client suddenly added an additional task that wasn't part of the original job - to kill off the underling Guo Yao - at least, Zhang Decheng's people thought Guo Yao was Yi Xiao Feng's underling.

  For something that's just a small effort, he was still willing to do it. Killing someone is just killing, in his eyes, Guo Yao was just an extra head, whether he got paid or not didn't matter. Who knew this extra head not only had a little brother who dared to crash into the knife with his body, but also had a strange and bizarre kung fu, as a result, he capsized in the gutter.

  He had been in so many battles that he was prepared to die at any moment, but instead of killing him, the damned Japanese soldier only chopped him up into a bloody mess. He could accept this, but what he couldn't tolerate was being sent to the hospital afterwards, where a fairly attractive female doctor burst out laughing while examining him, and it wasn't until later that he discovered his penis had been sliced into three pieces, with not a single piece of flesh missing, yet hanging limply like a wilted flower, in an unspeakably ridiculous manner.

  He was furious, more furious than he had ever been in his life. He took pride in two things: his skill at killing and his humanity. The latter was more important to him. Whenever a woman lay beneath him, begging for mercy with tears in her eyes, the mixture of adoration and fear in their gaze gave him a sense of accomplishment that even taking lives couldn't match.

  However, now the originally thick capital has been chopped into five-flower meat, how can he bear it? So, he decided to take revenge. The process of escaping from the hospital was simple. In the past few days, he pretended to be weak and frail, making the police guarding him relax their vigilance. At midnight, he used a needle for infusion to open his handcuffs and shackles, and then jumped out of the window with ease.

  He took out a high imitation 88-style sniper rifle from his secret warehouse in Yangcheng, which was produced by an underground arsenal on the border of Yu Xiang and Qian. Unlike handmade "earth products", it is said that its performance has surpassed the genuine product. He had done experiments before and could say that he could hit whatever he aimed at within 800 meters.

  He brought this rifle to the building across from the cultural market, a distance of no more than 500 meters between the two buildings. At such a distance, if he couldn't kill Guo Yao, then he could just go buy some tofu and smash himself to death. To be honest, he wasn't willing to use a gun; killing someone with a knife was much more thrilling, he liked that feeling of flesh flying everywhere, but when his own flesh flew everywhere, he suddenly found the feeling a bit nauseating.

  He positioned his gun at the corner of the window, quietly waiting for Guo Yao's appearance. He knew that Guo Yao was a good person, which could be seen from how he had let a woman next to him cover her child's eyes before chopping himself. But what did it matter? From the start of his career, there were only people who were worth money and those who weren't; no distinction between good and bad people existed.

  Just as he was fantasizing about blowing Guo Yi's head off with a single shot, he heard a sigh. His reaction was swift, and before he could even turn around, his hand had already grasped the pistol hidden in his sleeve and turned it around, but he didn't have a chance to fire, and was beaten into a pulp.

  What made him even more desperate was that the other side sometimes didn't even make a move, yet he would still take consecutive heavy blows, as if there was an invisible person beside him. He had originally thought that Guo Yi, who could instantly lower his body temperature, and the chicken leg that he had cut down with one slash were not normal people, but now he discovered that the young man in front of him was even more abnormal! What's wrong with this world?!

  Soon, one of the three killers, Nalan Qing, was tied up like a rice dumpling with his mouth sealed and thrown under the bed.

  Kuo Yi and Chicken Leg stared at Nalan Qing in shock, then looked at Wen Tianhe's calm face. Kuo Yi was speechless for a long time. With such a huge landmine hidden at home, why couldn't you say it earlier? Wen Tianhe lay down on the sofa, continuing to study his Pashto language.

  Guo Yi, who had come back to his senses, asked Nalan Qing why he had come to kill him again. Nalan Qing was very straightforward and scolded him while speaking. Finally, he said, "If you really want to kill me, I won't say another word. But if you do this, it's too despicable. How can I find a woman in the future? Even in the underworld, I won't be able to hold my head up."

  Guo Ye didn't realize until halfway through the day that he had inadvertently castrated the killer. Actually, even if he really was castrated, it wouldn't be a big deal - eunuchs cut cleanly and don't think about those things anymore. But someone like Nalan Qing is different, his desires are normal, but now he can't do anything!

  Kuo Yi very politely asked:

  "May I take a look?"

  Nalan Qing's face was beet red, and he shook his head desperately. Unfortunately, Gu Yao was only polite with his words, but not with his actions. Nalan Qing had barely finished shaking his head when his pants were already pulled down. Gu Yao and Jitui rushed over to take a look, and Jitui immediately turned around and started shaking his shoulders wildly. Gu Yao, on the other hand, was not so subtle, and he sat on the floor laughing loudly, almost snorting out of his nose. Wen Tian, who was studying foreign languages on the couch, couldn't help but run over when he saw the commotion. When he saw this rare and bizarre sight, he also couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  "Beast!"

  Nalan Qing's tears were falling, what kind of person is this, how can he not have any sympathy? Now whoever wants to kill him, he will definitely be grateful to him.

  Guo Yi finally stopped laughing after a long time, he helped Nalan Qing pull up his pants and signaled to Jitui to find a knife. Jitui quickly brought back a rusty fruit knife with fruit skin still on it! Guo Yi took the fruit knife and placed it on Nalan Qing's neck, asking very calmly:

  "Do you have anything else to say? Think carefully before speaking, anyway, one less sentence is better!"

  Nalan Qing seemed to have expected this outcome and thought for a moment before saying:

  "Can you help me take care of my little sister?"

  Kuo Yi's eyes widened in shock, and he believed that nothing could be more astonishing than what he had just heard! Kuo Yi struggled to speak for a long time before finally saying:

  "Dude, you're killing me! You keep on killing me and now you want me to take care of your sister before I die? You've got some imagination! Me kill you and then take care of your sister? Do you think you're sick or am I the one who's sick? Besides, don't you worry that I'll take revenge on your sister? Hmm, your sister must be the kind of person who can't find a thug anywhere..."

  "Fart, my sister is beautiful, isn't she? She's pure and kind, clever and lovely, whoever sees her will like her! Alas, unfortunately, heaven is unfair, she lost both legs. Although she's smarter than others, after all, she can't take care of herself. Guo Yao, I know you're a good person, after I die, you must take care of her, otherwise, I won't let you off even if I become a ghost."

  As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly leaned forward and charged towards the knife in Guo Yao's hand. Guo Yao was caught off guard, and the knife directly pierced Nalan Qing's throat. Fresh blood spurted out, but Nalan Qing's face showed no pain, instead, it had a hint of a triumphant smile!

  "Go ahead and blow it, with this kind of moral character, how far can your sister go?"