Special Forces Medic

Chapter 964 933: We Bet Our Two Lives on You, Old Man

Both palms swiftly attacked the intruder, the fierce right fist missed and struck the table, instantly turning the perfectly fine table into ruins. The terrifying force of the punch affected the nearby Xiao Hei, lifting his tiny frame and sending him crashing into the Zhou Brothers.

Song Hu let out a guttural sound as his move missed, and he desperately rubbed his hands together. Two loud thuds accompanied the punch's force, tearing down the entire wall. Watching the intruder continuously evading, his eyes reflected disdain and contempt.

He had been waiting for this moment. The intruder hooked his toes to lift a broken stand, holding it in his hand as he advanced against Song Hu's punch's force.

"Oh my god, is he insane?" exclaimed Liu Hui, the accountant, hiding behind Meng Gang, afraid that he would be affected like Xiao Hei and ruin his pretty face.

Only he could once make people feel the pain of broken bones; just hearing that kind of cracking sound would bring an inexplicable excitement. But now, as that sound came from within him, Song Hu let out a terrified cry. He didn't understand how this person did it, realizing that when he thought the intruder was directly charging into his punch's force, it was merely to get close and stab him with that steel rod, he was wrong.

The steel rod in the intruder's hand was simply a decoy, a trick to divert Song Hu's punch's force. It was bent and twisted, thrown to the ground. The chilling part was that the intruder's right foot was planted forward, half-buried, with his left hand supporting Song Hu's chin, while his ring finger and pinky finger stabbed into the artery on the right side of his neck.

The left arm lifted, hoisting Song Hu's massive body into the air. A series of cracking sounds followed one after another, and after a burst of twitching, the twisted figure ceased all movement.

"It's you!" Yuan Jiu shouted. He had seen this bizarre method of killing once before. "You killed Elder Guo, so are you..."

"Boss?" Ye Liqing entered through the door, astonished at the corpse on the ground and the blood-covered Xiao Lin. He was truly frightened. "You, you shouldn't be, shouldn't be..."

"There's no should or shouldn't." Xiao Lin chuckled, pushing the somewhat dumbfounded Ye Liqing aside and continuing with what he hadn't yet finished.

"Xiao Family heir!" Yuan Jiu finally stood up from his chair, the smell of decay overwhelming like rotting maggots creeping forward.

Among the ten Dark Organizations, the most fearsome person is Yuan Jiu. No one knows his origins. Those who escaped from his clutches called him the Death Bringer, and in every battle this suffocating scent of decay and rotting corpses grew heavier due to his brutality, just like his aging; neither approaching death nor entering life's door. "I should have guessed it was you long ago."

"Your guess was not wrong, but now that you know, it's not too late."

"Indeed, it's not late, not late for someone who's about to die." Yuan Jiu paused at this point. "But before that, the dark needs to purge its ranks. Current Dark Ruler Ye Liqing, you conspired with external parties to murder White Robe, your crime is unforgivable."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Lin's eyes narrowed, he quietly stepped aside, blocking Ye Liqing's front. His protective instinct attracted a chuckle from behind him, an arm draped over his shoulder. "Your back is as untouchable as a tiger's backside." Hanging his entire body onto Xiao Lin's back, his well-defined fingers rhythmically drummed on his right shoulder.

"Hey, old man! Isn't it supposed to be me cleaning the ranks! Selling out the master to the enemy, are you? Or you? Or maybe all of you?" Ye Liqing swung his hand with an air of defiance, his chin resting on Xiao Lin's shoulder. "You old geezers, I, Ye Liqing, have respected you as contributors, turning a blind eye. Until you had you want to use you to threaten my mother, plunging my brothers into an abyss, if I hadn't returned alive from Guang Xi, were you planning to rally the allies against the ruler?"

Suddenly Ye Liqing shouted angrily, glaring through Xiao Lin's back as he stepped forward to confront Yuan Jiu. "I know you are formidable, but Yuan Jiu don't forget that I am the real master of the Dark, unless you take my surname, or none of you will either end up like White Robe in Hell, or obediently submit to me, anyone causing trouble will be dealt with."

"Such astonishing resolve!" Yuan Jiu clapped his hands with a cold smile. "So, you brought this person into our Dark internal organization? You…"

"Ah!" Xiao Lin exclaimed, interrupting Yuan Jiu. "Then I'll say it! If you don't die by his hand today, then my status as the Xiao Family heir will be annihilated here."

"You're crazy!" Ye Liqing shouted louder than Yuan Jiu. He dropped his head, glanced at Xiao Lin as if he were looking at a monster. This person is indeed crazy, one man's life is one thing, but how…

"Shou, my life is in your hands right now. You better take this seriously, or I won't see the sun tomorrow." Xiao Lin smirked, his eyes full of absolute trust.

Ye Liqing exhaled a breath and silently turned around. "We're betting two lives on you, old man! The rest of you, listen up, your time to choose is short. Write down your chosen successor before the winner is decided."

This wasn't the first time they'd seen Ye Liqing. His slightly open eyes revealed gray pupils tinged with a hint of bloodlust. His entire demeanor exuded a plain and unassuming aura, just as when Ye Liqing first brought him before them — simple and plain. Those who couldn't tell truth from falsehood found his contrasting aura to be unsettling, even bewitching, making them recall a person who once held a high position — equally enigmatic.

Qibai, who had always been overlooked, stood beside Yuan Jiu. The answer he favored was evident. Ye Liqing slightly raised his lips, his blood-stained gray eyes scanning over the others. Seeing no one else step forward, he signaled Xiao Lin to retreat behind the safety line before stepping forward, hands relaxed at his sides.

The two of them tapped their toes, drawing close to Ye Liqing, forcing him to retreat step by step. At this moment, the two figures separated, with Yuan Jiu's form emerging halfway out of nowhere, revealing that his ultimate target wasn't Ye Liqing but Xiao Lin standing behind him.

With a swift step, Xiao Lin evaded effortlessly with an unexpected maneuver, striking Yuan Jiu's left shoulder as he landed, the sweeping wind lifting up a layer of dust, creating a gash on the ground. Ye Liqing let out a fierce shout, executing a series of sweeping kicks towards Qibai's lower body, flipping in mid-air as he rushed towards Xiao Lin.

He cleaved through the low pressure formed between the two. "Your opponent is me!"

Yuan Jiu's weathered eyes fixed on Xiao Lin, the whites of his eyes contrasting starkly with his pupils as he turned to face Ye Liqing. With a grand gesture, he halted Qibai's attack, tearing off his long robe to reveal a robust physique that belied his age of over fifty. Despite the decay, Yuan Jiu was a man of legend, an immortal, reeking of a cloying cadaverous scent that made Xiao Lin wrinkle his brow. This scent was not ordinary.

"Be careful!" Ye Liqing insisted on handling it himself. He wouldn't interfere anymore; all he could do now was fulfill his duty till the last moment.

The airflow in the air moved rapidly, invisible currents colliding with one another. Both men stood still, caught in a covert struggle that neared a breaking point. Only Xiao Lin could glimpse a thread of opportunity. Ye Liqing was still a notch below Yuan Jiu. Despite his subconscious trust in Ye Liqing, the reality was brutally apparent. He couldn't help but secretly sweat nervously for him.

Just as everyone held their breath, Ye Liqing pressed his right foot to the ground and leapt into the air, tracing a graceful arc and charging towards the back of Yuan Jiu. Light-boned by nature, Ye Liqing wasn't a power-type opponent, but rather one who excelled in using skill. He clenched his fingers tightly and aimed at the twenty-three joints in the spine of Yuan Jiu.

"Not good!" Xiao Lin realized Ye Liqing's intent and shouted, but it was too late.

Yuan Jiu had anticipated such a move from Ye Liqing. With unhurried movements, he shifted within Ye Liqing's defensive circle, darting to his left side at a speed ordinary people couldn't see, landing two punches towards his waist.

Bang! Ye Liqing was sent flying, crashing into a pillar and sliding to the ground. Yuan Jiu launched himself at the fallen Ye Liqing, pushing off with his feet, executing a spin kick aimed at Ye Liqing again.

Struggling to defend, Ye Liqing spiraled towards Xiao Lin. Just as he was about to collide with him, Ye Liqing grabbed onto the chandelier, swinging himself around to stabilize his form. Clinging to the chandelier like a monkey, he declared, "Hey, don't step in, not a single finger! This old guy just wants to force you to make a move. If I die, he'll definitely use it to threaten the Xiao Family. But I won't let him live to see tomorrow's sunrise, hehe!"

"Such arrogance! I think you're the one who won't live to see tomorrow's sunrise," Qibai snorted from the side.

Ye Liqing blinked his somewhat dazed eyes; it seemed he might have injured his internal organs. If he recklessly pursued now, he certainly wasn't a match for this old guy. Panting heavily, he swayed side to side on the ceiling, pondering where Yuan Jiu's fatal weakness lay. From above, there seemed to be no immediate opportunity or weakness, and he was destined to die miserably if he couldn't find it. It truly would be shameless boasting otherwise.

While he was still contemplating, Yuan Jiu struck the long rod of the chandelier with two palms, each hitting the base embedded in the top, flipping up the cement layer, wires and all torn along with it. The shaky chandelier couldn't withstand Ye Liqing's weight, bringing him down with it.

With a rumble, the fists and kicking legs connected solidly, sending Ye Liqing flying towards the door. Yuan Jiu steadied himself after a couple of steps back, a triumphant grin on his lips.

"Enough games; let's end it here!" (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to vote for it on Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)