Chapter 46: Chapter 46
"Who exactly are you?" Seeing Zhang Xiaohao’s terrifying methods, Azure Dragon was completely terrified, hastily stepping back two steps, and even his voice carried a hint of panic.
Zhang Xiaohao didn’t immediately answer him, instead retrieving the bottle of Corpse Dissolving Powder he had put away earlier.
He strolled leisurely, as if he were in his own backyard.
While walking, he sprinkled the Corpse Dissolving Powder from his hand onto the bodies lying on the ground.
The eerie scene occurred once again; as the white powder touched the cold corpses, they instantaneously disintegrated into pus, leaving not a single drop of blood.
Witnessing this unbelievable sight before his eyes, Azure Dragon’s heart completely sank to rock bottom!
Having followed Zhao Biao from his early days as a petty hoodlum, Azure Dragon had grown to this level today, having braved too many storms along the way!
But he had never seen something as bizarre as this scene before him in his thirty-some years of life.
As Azure Dragon retreated, his foot twisted, and he accidentally fell to the ground disgracefully, not daring to look back, his eyes fixed intently on Zhang Xiaohao’s every move.
Fearful that he might suddenly come over and slaughter him!
At the same time, two words involuntarily surfaced in his mind — "Ancient Martial"!
Except for Ancient Martial elders, no one else could effortlessly kill dozens of people with a single playing card.
He was able to grow from an ordinary punk to his current state today!
Because he had once accidentally saved a mysterious person, who in return for saving his life, threw him an Ancient Martial Secret Manual!
It was with this manual that he rose step by step to his current level, becoming the revered Azure Dragon, one of the Vajra, the four protectors under Zhao Biao!
"I, First-class Hall, dare not claim to have offended an elder before, may I inquire why, in anger, did the elder barge into First-class Hall? Why did you kill our people? If it is about money, elder, just say the word, no matter the amount, it will be prepared for you within an hour!" Azure Dragon said, forcefully steadying his panic.
Zhang Xiaohao looked at him coldly and continued doing what he was doing.
In less than a minute, the dozens of bodies on the ground had all turned into pools of pus.
Only then did Zhang Xiaohao calmly lift his head, gazing at him, and said, "Tell me where Zhao Biao is, and I can make it quick for you."
"You’re looking for our Hall Master?" Azure Dragon asked with suppressed fear. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝘯𝘦𝘵
"So much nonsense!" Zhang Xiaohao’s eyes turned icy, and he flicked a playing card from his palm that flew out and embedded three inches deep in Azure Dragon’s forehead before he could react.
Having dealt with him, Zhang Xiaohao’s figure blurred, and he was already beside his body, sprinkling a little Corpse Dissolving Powder.
Then, with a step, he moved three paces away, disappearing in a flash and already outside Zhao Biao’s villa.
"Hmm? Could it be that besides me, someone else wants Zhao Biao dead?" Looking at the several bodies on the ground, Zhang Xiaohao frowned and spoke.
With a kick, he forced open the door. The dark room, under the infusion of Shennong True Qi, was as bright as day, not hindering Zhang Xiaohao’s vision in the slightest.
With a stern face, Zhang Xiaohao walked to the small swimming pool.
At this moment, several bodies lay quietly in the small swimming pool.
A middle-aged man with a scar on his face, the scar stretching from his left face all the way to his right, gave him an fierce and terrible appearance.
Next to the scarred man’s body, four young and beautiful women lay quietly.
All five of them were stark naked, not wearing a single piece of clothing.
On the forehead of each was a small bullet hole!
It looked as though all of them had been shot through the forehead and killed instantly!
"Who could have killed Zhao Biao? And these innocent women? Is it possible that someone wanted to silence him?" Zhang Xiaohao rapidly processed these thoughts, frowning deeply.
As if from the surroundings, an invisible and colossal hand was reaching out for him slowly, attempting to strangle him bit by bit!
First came the incident with the tipper truck, followed by Zhou Fang, and then Zhao Biao; all fingers pointed insidiously towards Bai Xue Cosmetics Company.
Could it be that Bai Xue Company really concealed a massive secret?
With this thought, Zhang Xiaohao’s frown deepened further.
Shaking his head, Zhang Xiaohao tried not to dwell on it any longer.
If it couldn’t be figured out without any clues, he decided to just wait! If Bai Xue Company did indeed harbor any colossal secrets, he believed the mastermind behind the scenes would make a move again.
Scuttling footsteps...
Just then, urgent footsteps sounded from outside.
Simultaneously, myriad flashlight beams hurriedly converged towards his location.
Now that Zhao Biao was dead, it was time to leave!
As for the ordinary lackeys currently present, Zhang Xiaohao didn’t take them seriously. As long as they didn’t provoke him, he was indifferent to letting them live a little longer.
Just as he was about to step away, Zhang Xiaohao suddenly remembered something.
Wu Qiaoqiao’s secondary vehicle had been wrecked by Zhao Biao’s men, and though Zhao Biao was now dead, a feud had been set. Debts must be repaid, even if it’s to the dead — no one was exempt from "War God’s" accounts!
That was Zhang Xiaohao’s rule, and no one could break it!
With a swift movement, Zhang Xiaohao was already in the bedroom.
He grabbed the bedside safe with one hand and stored it straight into the Shennong Ring. Once everything was set, he lightly stepped and, like a ghostly apparition, quietly left First-class Hall.
In a certain luxurious and resplendent villa in Nanhua City, decorated like a small palace and
exuding opulence at every turn — even the ground outside was paved with gold.
At that very moment, a young man in his twenties, handsome and with an eerily fair complexion, was casually toying with a wine glass, saying, "So you mean to say, Zhao Biao is dead?"
"Replying to the young master, Zhao Biao has indeed been killed by the shadow we had arranged to operate in secret," the middle-aged butler responded, kneeling on the ground with utmost respect, not daring to take a deep breath.
The delicate wine glass in the young man’s hand was crushed forcibly, spilling the red wine over his hand.
Seeing this, a young woman dressed only in a set of lace lingerie respectfully approached, kneeling on the ground like a submissive bitch.
The strange young man, expressionless, began wiping his palm back and forth on her lingerie.
After a while, his face darkened, and he spat out two words with a fierce countenance: "Trash!"
After departing from First-class Hall, Zhang Xiaohao didn’t immediately return to the villa. He found a quiet park to take out the safe he had retrieved earlier.
With a violent punch, he smashed the safe’s door lock.
Inside the safe, stacks of bright red RMB lay peacefully.
By the looks of it, there were at least several hundred thousand yuan.
Zhang Xiaohao didn’t hesitate to collect the money into the Shennong Ring, and as for the safe, he stomped on it violently, crushing it into a lump of scrap metal which he carelessly kicked into the nearby river.
With everything taken care of, he lightly stepped forward and hurried towards Cheng Tianxue’s villa.