351 Well Said (1/2)
”Calm down; it's just something on your shoulder.”
The woman in black raised her delicate eyebrows and pursed her lips, reacting to Gu Zhanguo's tone of voice.
Gu Zhanguo had a quick look at his shoulder, and there was indeed a small piece of fluff sticking on to his garment. He coughed and brushed it off quickly, then issued a stern reminder to Lady Poison: ”Fu Yiren, you are an avatar of poison, so, please do not touch anyone while you're here. You have already accidentally harmed more than a hundred of our NSA members, and I don't wish to become one of them.”
”I will take note of it, Mr. Gu!” Fu Yiren replied, but her mischievous eyes betrayed her lack of earnest concern for their safety. She just smiled wryly and stuck her tongue out playfully.
”So, have you completed your mission?” Dongfang Shouyu chimed in.
Fu Yiren tossed her head, smiling as she said, ”Yes, Mr. Dongfang. This mission is not challenging at all. Those spies are all wimps and had fallen even before I even needed to do anything. I used some Corpse Powder on them, and I'm glad to report that they've now been converted to useful nourishment for the flowers and plants on the hill. Next time, please remember to assign me to more challenging missions. I get so bored with these menial assignments.”
She reported on her mission in such a light-hearted manner, making it seem like the killings were nothing more than a daily chore. However, for the NSA staff members present, now hiding a safe distance away, hearing this made their faces turn pale, and a chill ran down their spines. They had all witnessed the power of the Corpse Powder with their very own eyes. It was even more potent than concentrated sulphuric acid, but mysteriously, it only acted on the flesh, turning it into a slurry, while the corpse's clothes and worn watch remain untouched.
When applied, white smoke would arise accompanied by a putrefying stench, and the effect to the flesh was too appalling to describe.
Gu Zhanguo and Dongfang Shouyu glanced at each other and smiled nervously. Those spies that Lady Poison had dispatched were elite fighters trained by an enemy state, each a well-honed killing machine the equivalent of a Grade-A soldier and experts in jungle warfare. The directors certainly did not believe it when Fu Yiren mentioned that those spies were all low-level operatives. Instead, what flashed through their minds was Fu Yiren as the grim reaper, gleefully harvesting the lives of those soldiers.
”Hullo… what is that fool, King Kong, up to?”
Looking out the window, Fu Yiren noticed that King Kong was at the ground below. She cast her gaze on Gu Zhanguo with a hint of doubt in her seductive eyes that beckoned for an immediate answer.
”Oh, he must be 'Mie' then. The man behind the carnage at Long Sankui's lair in Jiangcheng City?”
Fu Yir placed the tip of her slender finger to her lips as her curiosity piqued and commented, ”He looks weak, are you sure he is the one?”
”Ren Maohua, a Grade-A soldier, was taken down with a single kick by this man. How could we possibly be mistaken?” Dongfang Shouyu said. He was somewhat annoyed that this question kept coming up. Earlier in the day, a group of IT staff questioned Xiao Luo's identity, and now, Fu Yiren was doing it again.
”Is that so?”
Fu Yiren responded as she continued to observe Xiao Luo below.
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As Xiao Luo continued to step ominously toward Ren Maohua, Ji Siying was panic-stricken with no idea what to do. She knew that he had been provoked to the breaking point and feared that he was about to unleash his unbridled wrath on Ren Maohua.
Ren Maohua was in severe pain, especially in his neck, where he was kicked, and his body was in spasms feeling like his spine had been broken.
As Ren Maohua lay convulsing on the ground, he sensed a shadow cast over him. When he looked up, he stared into Xiao Luo's vicious cold eyes; he looked like a judge who was about to pass sentence.