PFC Chapter 175 Then kill!
Chapter 175 Then kill!
"You little wench, who are you trying to scare? This is Nujiang Town! My territory!"
"Don't even mention the capital is hundreds of miles away; even the county magistrate has to treat our gang leader with utmost respect!"
He stared at Yun Luan with unbridled lewdness in his eyes.
"Oh, I didn't expect there to be an even more exquisite one?"
"What, you want to stand up for this lowly servant?"
"Then come back with me, young master, so you sisters can keep each other company!"
Upon hearing this, his gang members behind him burst into lewd laughter.
A cold light suddenly flashed in Yunluan's eyes.
The fingers hidden in the sleeve had already gripped the concealed weapon.
Just then, Qin Mu suddenly chuckled softly.
The laughter wasn't loud, and even carried a hint of laziness.
But it stood out remarkably clearly amidst the tense atmosphere on site.
It instantly attracted everyone's attention.
Qin Mu reached out and gently brushed away non-existent dust from the sleeve of his moon-white robe, his movements elegant and casual.
He looked up at Hu Biao, who was arrogant and domineering on horseback.
The half-smile at the corner of his mouth deepened slightly.
His eyes, however, were as calm as a deep pool.
"Oh? You'll be thrown into the river to feed the fish?"
Qin Mu slowly repeated the words Hu Biao had used to threaten the passersby.
There was no anger in his tone; instead, there was a strange sense of interest.
It was as if I had heard some interesting suggestion.
"That's...not a bad idea."
He paused.
His gaze swept over Hu Biao's face, which was slightly distorted by anger and confusion.
He glanced again at the restless gang members behind him.
And the surrounding people who were silent with fear.
Finally, he landed on the woman at his feet, who was still sobbing softly and clutching the corner of his clothes tightly.
Then, he leaned down slightly.
He spoke gently to the woman in a voice so soft that only a few people nearby could hear him.
The sound was clear enough for Hu Biao to hear clearly.
"Don't be afraid."
"Since they like throwing people into the river to feed the fish..."
Qin Mu straightened up and turned his gaze to Hu Biao again.
The curve of his lips was cold and playful.
"So today, let's see which fish in the Nu River prefer to eat."
Hu Biao was taken aback when he heard this.
Then, as if he had heard the most absurd joke in the world, he threw his head back and burst into wild laughter.
The laughter was rough and grating, echoing through the streets as dusk deepened.
This caused his gang members behind him to burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha! Damn it!"
Hu Biao laughed so hard he almost fell off his horse.
He pointed his horsewhip at Qin Mu in the distance.
His face twitched, revealing undisguised sarcasm and cruelty.
"Are you scared out of your wits, kid? You're starting to talk nonsense!"
"Don't you even know where you are!"
He abruptly stopped smiling, and his eyes suddenly turned fierce.
Spit almost landed on Qin Mu's face.
"You kneel down right now, kowtow three times, and call me grandpa!"
"Perhaps I'll be in a good mood and only break your legs, sparing your dog's life."
"Let me show you how to serve this little wench..."
He hadn't finished speaking.
It wasn't because I was interrupted.
Instead, it came to an abrupt end.
It was as if an invisible hand had suddenly grabbed my throat.
All the sounds were instantly choked up in their throats.
Hu Biao's arrogant expression froze.
The pupils suddenly contracted.
All that remained in his eyes was bewilderment and incredulous terror.
His gaze struggled to move downwards, landing on his own neck.
A very thin, faint line of blood appeared on his thick neck at some unknown time.
It is positioned precisely below the Adam's apple.
At first, the line of blood was barely perceptible.
It felt as if I had been gently cut by the sharpest thread.
But the next moment.
"laugh--!!!"
A soft, tearing sound rang out.
The line of blood suddenly widened.
Bright red liquid gushed out like a flood bursting its banks!
Bathed in the last rays of the setting sun.
The jet of blood shot out several feet high.
It carries a warm, slightly fishy, and sweet aroma.
It drew a poignant yet fleeting arc in the air.
Hu Biao opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to make a sound.
But only a hissing sound of air leaked out of the broken trachea.
He instinctively raised his hand to cover his neck.
What my fingers touched was a warm, sticky liquid that kept gushing out.
And... a horrific incision where the flesh is torn open and the bone is visible.
The color drained from his face at a visible speed.
His eyes were wide open, almost bulging out of their sockets.
Staring blankly and aimlessly ahead.
There, Qin Mu remained standing in the same spot.
The moon-white robe was spotless.
Even the faint, ambiguous smile at the corner of his mouth remained unchanged.
And beside Qin Mu.
The woman who had been silent and aloof, dressed in a dark blue outfit, had taken half a step forward without anyone noticing.
Yunluan suddenly had a thin sword in her hand.
The sword is about three feet long.
It has a strange dark silver color all over.
The sword's spine is straight, and its blade is as thin as a cicada's wing.
The reflection was barely visible in the dim twilight.
Only at the tip of the sword, a single drop of crimson blood was slowly gathering and elongating.
Then it dripped silently onto the bluestone slab.
A soft "tap" sound was almost drowned out by the distant roar of the river.
Her movements of drawing and sheathing her sword were incredibly fast.
Apart from Qin Mu, probably no one else present could see it clearly.
She didn't even glance at Hu Biao.
It was as if he had just casually brushed away a withered leaf that had fallen on his shoulder.
At this moment, she was slowly and meticulously wiping the spotless sword blade with a plain white handkerchief.
His expression was focused yet indifferent.
It was as if they were wiping a beloved work of art, rather than a weapon that had just drunk blood.
"Young...Young Master?!"
"Brother Biao!!"
After a brief silence, chaos and terror erupted!
The group of gangsters behind Hu Biao, who had been laughing and acting aggressively, were now behind him.
The smile on his face froze and shattered instantly, like a cheap mask.
Instead, there was extreme shock and bewilderment.
And the fear that spread rapidly!
They watched helplessly as a horrifying jet of blood spurted from their young leader's neck.
Watching his arrogance turn into frozen terror.
Watching his obese body sway in the saddle.
Then it's like a tattered sack that's been emptied of its cotton.
He slumped down from the horse's back, softly and heavily!
"Bang!"
A muffled thud.
Hu Biao's bulky body slammed onto the bluestone slab, kicking up a little dust.
His eyes were still wide open, gazing at the gray sky, but they had lost their sparkle.
Blood gushed from the wound on his neck.
A pool of glaring scarlet blood quickly spread beneath him.
"Murder...murder!"
"They killed the young gang leader!!"
"Avenge our young master!!"
After the initial shock, an overwhelming anger and ferocity were unleashed!
These were the gang members who usually followed Hu Biao in wielding power and influence, and most of them had dirty hands.
After a brief moment of panic, they all drew their swords from their waists.
A ferocious murderous intent flashed across his face.
He let out a muffled roar.
Like a pack of wolves that has been provoked.
He brandished his weapon and charged towards Qin Mu and Yun Luan!
They may not be skilled in martial arts, but they have the advantage of numbers and have been around each other for a long time, so they know how to cooperate.
For a time, the clash of swords created quite a spectacle.
"Be careful!"
The girl kneeling on the ground let out a short gasp.
Her face was still wet with tears.
His eyes were filled with unbelievable shock.
She had originally thought that the elegant couple might be able to help her out.
But to my utter surprise...
That woman, who seemed as cold as ice, was surprisingly ruthless and decisive in her actions.
Without saying a word, they take lives!
Yunluan didn't even bother to look up at the rabble that rushed up.
She was still wiping her sword.
The movements were neither hurried nor slow.
Until the last trace of blood disappeared on the white cloth.
She just flipped her wrist.
The handkerchief, stained with specks of scarlet, then floated to the ground.
Then, she moved.
There was no roar.
There are no fancy moves.
There weren't even any extra movements.
Her figure seemed to blur for a moment.
The next moment, he had already cut into the group of gang members.
The dark silver rapier in her hand seemed to come alive.
It transforms into streaks of cold electricity that are almost impossible to detect with the naked eye.
"Sizzle! Sizzle!"
The sounds of sharp blades slicing through the air and cutting through flesh rang out in rapid, short bursts.
Mixed with screams and the clanging of weapons falling from hands.
And the dull thud of a person falling to the ground.
too fast!
It was so fast that the gang members couldn't even see where the sword light was coming from.
I only felt a cold, stinging pain in my wrist, ankle, or somewhere else on my body.
Then the power was rapidly depleted.
The body fell uncontrollably.
Yunluan's swordsmanship had no beauty whatsoever, only extreme efficiency.
Each sword strike precisely targets vital points such as joints and tendons.
Or they could sever the tendons in the wrist and Achilles.
Disable the opponent's mobility and attack power.
But they did not take lives immediately.
Her figure moved through the crowd like a ghost.
Wherever it went, people and horses fell over, and screams of agony filled the air.
In just a few breaths.
The seven or eight gang members who had been so aggressive just moments before were now all lying on the ground.
He curled up and groaned in pain.
Their weapons were scattered all over the ground.
Blood was dripping from the wrist or ankle.
His eyes were filled with fear as he looked at Yunluan.
It's like watching a demon emerging from hell.
the whole process.
Qin Mu didn't even move a step.
He simply stood with his hands behind his back, watching the scene with great interest.
It was as if they were watching a street performance that had nothing to do with them.
The hem of the moon-white robe fluttered gently in the evening breeze, spotless.
It formed a stark contrast with the surrounding bloodshed and chaos.
The crowd watching from a distance on the street was already stunned by the sudden turn of events.
After a brief silence.
Suppressed whispers, tinged with fear and excitement, surged forth like a tide.
"My God...killed? Really killed?"
"Who...who is that woman? She's incredibly impressive!"
"Hu Biao... Hu Biao is dead! After so many years of running rampant, finally..."
"Shh! Keep your voice down! Are you out of your mind?! Do you think the Nujiang Gang will let them get away with this?!"
"But...it feels so good! That bastard should have died a long time ago!"
"It's satisfying, but these two are probably in deep trouble! The Nujiang Gang behind this... sigh!"
Amid the discussions.
They were shocked by Yunluan's terrifying skills.
Some people gloated over Hu Biao's death.
But more than anything, there was deep worry and fear.
Hu Biao's death was certainly gratifying.
However, the Nujiang Gang has deep-rooted influence in the area and is ruthless in its methods.
Everyone knows that this strange man and woman have probably committed a terrible crime!
Yunluan seemed not to hear the surrounding discussions.
She sheathed her sword.
The scabbard was also dark silver and inconspicuous.
She went to the gang members who were unable to move and were lying on the ground groaning.
They carried them like chicks, one in each hand, and dragged them to the riverbank.
The Nujiang ferry crossing is not far away.
The sound of the rushing river was clearly audible.
"What...what are you going to do?!"
"Spare me! Spare me, heroine!"
"We were wrong! We'll never do it again!"
Realizing Yunluan's intentions, the gang members were terrified, tears streaming down their faces, and desperately begged for mercy.