Chapter 721: 494: The Incontinent Woman

Chapter 721: Chapter 494: The Incontinent Woman

The dim light came back on, which, to those who had experienced darkness, felt like seeing the light again.

However, Li Cheng, the only one standing at the scene, looked at the silently standing figure with undeniable shock.

It was this young man, hardly past his youth, who within just ten seconds had caused tremendous damage.

First, second, fifth, sixth…

Captain Wu’s entire team hadn’t suffered a single fatality, but all were severely injured, their combat effectiveness completely shattered.

Rong Wei, the proud and cold woman, now looked entirely disheveled, with extreme resentment shining in her eyes.

As for Wu Ju himself, he was also in a daze, lost in his understanding of the world.

Mu Fan didn’t even spare Li Cheng a glance, but Li Cheng wisely refrained from drawing his firearm again.

He realized the young man had held back; if Mu Fan had truly let loose, no one present would have been spared from his slaughter.

Mu Fan’s footsteps, silent and light, echoed on the floor as he walked step by step towards Rong Wei, her face full of bitterness.

She struggled to speak but kept repeating the same phrase, “I will kill you, you’re as good as dead…”

Mu Fan stopped slowly and looked down at her from above.

“If you say that again, I will kill you.”

His voice was calm, without a single fluctuation, yet extremely effective.

When he spoke, Rong Wei promptly shut her mouth.

Because standing before her was a madman!

Mu Fan was doomed, doomed for certain. His brazen attack on the Military Department’s guards would be enough for him to spend the latter half of his life at a military tribunal.

“Why are you repeatedly targeting me?”

Mu Fan asked evenly, but Rong Wei just glared at him hatefully, silent, her chest heaving.

Not getting any response, Mu Fan did not care.

But as he twiddled his fingers, the steel ridges began to whirl in his palm with a buzz, like a high-speed drill.

With one hand, Mu Fan aimed at Rong Wei and thrust it fiercely!

Boom!

Broken concrete fragments painfully struck Rong Wei’s face.

Blood seeped through the cuts on her pale face, but she dared not move.

The steel ridge was deeply embedded in the concrete wall beside her ear; a slight deviation would cause her beautiful head to explode like a watermelon.

However, in her terrified gaze, Mu Fan expressionlessly pulled out the steel ridge, his arm turning into a blur.

This time, death completely enveloped Rong Wei.

Her face turned from humiliated red to pallid white.

Dark spots appeared before her eyes as if they were raindrops forming out of nowhere.

Without a word, as the raindrops began to form, Mu Fan thrust his violently trembling arm forward.

At that moment, countless raindrops formed a breathtakingly beautiful, yet equally suffocating, deadly intent as they descended.

Boom, boom, boom!

Countless sounds like heavy sniper rifles roared by her ears, the stones bursting one after another.

The pale-faced Rong Wei closed her eyes, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Just like a wooden boat wavering in a tsunami, at any moment it could be torn apart by the formidable power of nature.

Suddenly, a tremendous pressure emerged on her forehead, a strong gust of wind staying over her brow.

That immense pressure of death finally hung over her brow without moving.

Mu Fan looked indifferently at the woman shivering in fear before him, his hand releasing the steel ridge slightly.

“Ah! Don’t come near! I’ll talk, I’ll say anything…”

The woman seemed to have received a huge shock, her eyes wide open, panicked and lifeless, tears spilling out, her body trembled several times before she slumped weakly against the wall.

Mu Fan squinted his eyes looking at Rong Wei sitting on the ground.

There was a damp patch where the woman had been frightened…

and had lost control of her bladder.

Rong Wei finally realized how ruthless the young man before her was, she dared not gamble, she still had many good years ahead not to be wasted, and she did not want to leave this world so soon.

The other party held a true license to kill, even if Mu Fan had just executed her, he could still get away with it.

Rong Wei felt the warmth below her body; her face turned patches of red and white as she held on to her swollen face and broke down crying.

“I said, I am Rong Cheng’s sister, I just wanted to avenge my brother, I know nothing about the feud with the Tang family and I don’t want to get involved. I won’t dare again, never ever…”

Rong Cheng?

Mu Fan tilted his head and thought for a moment, never expecting it to be because of such an insignificant person.

“Is the Tang family trying to frame me?”

Mu Fan’s steel edges touched the ground in front of Rong Wei, causing her to jerk in fear, and at his words, she nodded hurriedly with tears.

“Yes, the Tang family wants to frame you, and once you’re in prison, they naturally have ways to deal with you.”

The scene now seemed quite bizarre, their roles seemingly reversed, with Mu Fan becoming the true interrogator.

Hearing the sobbing words of Rong Wei, Mu Fan’s face showed no expression, he merely muttered somberly, “The so-called powerful families, they use their power to do whatever they want.”

…

“But as power is held for too long, it loses its original sense of justice and mission, transitioning from justice as power to power as justice. Those who think too highly of themselves crumble even faster when they face a higher power.”

A youth, appearing dignified and elegantly reserved, moved forward protected by two rows of soldiers. He spoke in an even tone to an officer beside him.

“Colonel, but you are also of noble birth, doesn’t that sound contradictory?”

A Major spoke uneasily, always feeling like a student in front of a mentor when facing their own Colonel.

“One’s background should not be a constraint. Rather than the glory of nobility, I am only concerned with the honor of a soldier. There are many who do not aspire to this, and I am not an exception,” the surrounded youth said with a smile, his demeanor showing no false modesty or evasion.

This statement didn’t surprise those around because the Colonel never used pretense to cover anything.

What’s possible is possible, what’s despised is despised, even if it means telling his subordinates to face death.

But they still respected him.

Because, if there ever came a day when the Colonel had to embrace death himself, he would do so without a moment’s hesitation, not even blinking an eye.

He was their Military God, Colonel—Qi Longxiang.

“Colonel, our Special Service Fleet has gained a lot of insights following you this time, even facing a day of striking the Special Service Department.”

An officer behind Qi Longxiang spoke, his tone carrying an unusual excitement, after all, it was the mysterious Special Service Department.

Qi Longxiang smiled, not responding immediately, and as he walked forward, he replied, “A group with even more power hopes he survives; for the nation and military, these people are more significant than any so-called family. And personally, I also want to see the person who can stir up forces from all directions… It seems to be an old friend of mine.”

Ahead they arrived at a thick metal physical closure door.

A soldier checked it and then reported back, “Colonel, the other side hasn’t opened as promised, should we call again?”

“No need.”

Qi Longxiang stepped forward, carefully examined the huge door before him, closed his eyes, and pressed his hands in front of him.

Then with a gentle twist, he slowly pushed his arms to the sides.

Click-click, the sound of mechanical gears came from inside the door, and it slowly slid open to the sides.

“Alright, it’s open.”

Qi Longxiang looked at the opened giant door, speaking gently.

As he was about to enter, he raised his head and noted a camera in the corner that had just moved.

He then nodded lightly and smiled.

A line of people followed Qi Longxiang slowly into the underground base of the Special Service Department.