239 Asura field (1/2)
CRACK!
Xiao Luo's tremendous blow immediately cracked several ribs as it slammed into Long Sankui's flank. The force of the punch sent his body sailing through the air over a distance of seven to eight meters, crashing into his Taishi chair like a cannonball. Blood flowed out of his mouth and nose. The phone that he left on the antique blackwood chair was knocked to the floor.
Long Sankui laid slumped in an awkward position. The impact from Xiao Luo had damaged most of his internal organs. He was coughing up blood, and his face had turned sheet white.
Defeated! Long Sankui had actually been defeated!
But Long Sankui would not accept defeat. He did not single-handedly build an empire just for someone like Xiao Luo to destroy at his whims and fancy. He raised his head with great difficulty and looked out at the yard of his villa. He watched as Xiao Luo picked up his blood-stained, nine-ringed sword and strode across the water-logged ground. In his hand, the nine-ringed sword was thirsting for more blood.
Suddenly, the phone that had fallen on the floor rang. The avatar on the caller ID was a cute little boy, a bright and cheerful boy, wearing a birthday hat with a bit of cream on the tip of his nose.
Long Sankui's grim and vicious expression suddenly changed drastically to show a loving and cheerful countenance. It was as if he was another person. There was no longer any murderous and evil glint in his eyes. His hands trembled now, and he wasn't sure if it was the pain or because he was stirred emotionally. With shaking hands, he eventually managed to swipe it right and connect the call.
”Hello hubby, we have arrived in America. In fact, we just got off the plane. Doudou is really sleepy now, but he insisted that he would only sleep after talking to you,” a woman's voice could be heard over the phone.
Long Sankui smiled and said: ”Then put my son on the line.”
”Doudou, come talk to daddy,” the lady handed the phone over to the little boy.
”Daddy!” came the voice of a child.
Long Sankui's smile widened, ”Hey, why is my Doudou not sleeping yet? You are not a good boy if you sleep late.”
”Daddy, the sun here is very high up. Doudou can't fall asleep.”
”Haha, is that so? It's night time here where daddy is, and it's also raining heavily. Cough, cough...”
”Daddy, why are you coughing? Did you catch a cold?”
”Oh no. Don't worry, Doudou, your daddy's Superman. No matter how cold I am, I won't ever freeze, okay?”
”Oh yes, my daddy is Superman!”
”Doudou, you must always be a good boy over there. You must listen to your mother. And you must sleep on time. Next time when you go to school, study hard, so when you are older, you can take care of mummy and daddy, okay?”
”Okay.”
As he spoke, Long Sankui's eyes became wet with tears. His tears trickled down the corner of his eyes, and he seemed to have aged a decade.
Xiao Luo stood right in front of him now, holding the nine-ringed sword, as blood-stained rainwater dripped from the edges of his clothing. He was in no hurry.
FLASH!
A bolt of lightning flashed illuminating the night sky, briefly revealing the entire Jiangcheng from its cover of darkness.
In the flash of lightning, Xiao Luo looked like the grim reaper who had come to earth to fulfill his task. The blade of the nine-ringed sword glinted with a cold light.
”Bye, daddy, Doudou will be a good boy and listen to daddy.”
”Hubby, don't stay up too late all the time. Remember to rest, okay. Don't you worry, I will take good care of Doudou, concentrate on your business.”
”I will, Ming-Hui, I will.”
Long Sankui made a long sigh and hung up the phone.
As soon as he hung up the phone, his eyes changed again, and they burned with hatred.