352 King Kongs Intention (1/2)

No one in their right mind would be bold enough to disagree with King Kong; besides his intimidating power, he was, after all, at the very top of the hierarchy. Therefore, Ren Maohua did not dare to even whimper in response to King Kong, but he did put up a show of resistance for his NSA colleagues' benefit, attempting to show them all that he was still fighting for his dignity despite King Kong's reproach.

”You must be King Kong, one of the two Grade-S agents of the NSA?” Xiao Luo asked.

”Yes, indeed, I am!”

King King turned toward Xiao Luo, straightened up, and looked at Xiao Luo impassively. ”Long have I heard of your name. You single-handedly vanquished the Dragon Gang, a malignant tumor of the underworld in Jiangcheng City, and more than a few hundred have already perished either directly or indirectly through your hands. I have to say that you're undoubtedly a devil, and thankfully, the NSA provides shelter to devils. So, no matter what horrific acts you may have committed, in this place, all of us are only called by one unified name—we are fighters, defenders of the nation.”

His deep, hoarse voice thundered across the open field, and he spoke with an innate confidence that put fear into those who heard him.

The NSA fighters in the crowd straightened their backs with pride on hearing those words, but at the same time, broke out in cold sweat as they looked at Xiao Luo in awe. ”What, he killed a few hundred people all by himself… is he really such a dangerous man?”

Then King Kong smiled and softening his tone, he said, ”You may let go of him now. He has already paid the price for his foolish behavior. That's enough.”

Xiao Luo eyed Ren Maohua, whose head was still trapped beneath Xiao Luo's foot and struggling to break free. At that very instant, much of Xiao Luo's anger had already passed and adhering to the principle of ”the less trouble, the better,” he decided not to go overboard with Ren Maohua.

”Okay then, I'll spare you.”

Xiao Luo took his foot off Ren Maohua's head, and as Ren Maohao tried to storm off, Xiao Luo suddenly delivered a kick directly to his chest.

Ren Maohua's eyes bulged from the excruciating pain as he felt all of his internal organs shift violently. The force of the kick caused him to slide and tumble along the hard ground for some six to seven meters before he crumpled into a heap. He gasped for air once, then spurted out a mouthful of blood before passing out cold.

”GASP!”

The crowd gasped in horror, as after King Kong had intervened, they had all expected Xiao Luo to release Ren Maohua without further incident. Who would've thought that Xiao Luo would actually kick Ren Maohua again so heavily that he passed out?

He's a barbarian! An absolute barbarian!

Unlike her colleagues, Ji Siying felt a great sense of relief, for no one understood Xiao Luo's temper better than her. Once Xiao Luo was provoked beyond a certain point, it did not matter who, but that person would have to pay a painful price for the transgression. And, given that Ren Maohua had initiated the conflict and infuriated him, Xiao Luo was already benevolent by not resorting to more extreme measures. Ji Siying could say this with certainty as she had witnessed how Xiao Luo had dealt with the leader of Cobra Corps—so, this was not harsh at all.

”Mr. Mie, let's go and meet the directors.”

In the presence of NSA personnel, Ji Siying only addressed Xiao Luo, as ”Mie.” She had hurried over to Xiao Luo after arranging for the NSA's paramedics to treat Ren Maohua and was hoping that this incident would end without further incident.

Xiao Luo nodded, with his anger now appeased he did not wish to escalate the situation as well. Xiao Luo ran his fingers over the wound on his face, inflicted by Ren Maohua. While it was merely a flesh wound, it was somehow causing searing pain like a wound inflicted by sharp fangs.

Ji Siying quickly took a sheet of clean paper towel from her pocket and handed it to him.

”Thank you.”

Xiao Luo used the paper towel to gently cover the wound like a piece of gauze. Fortunately, it would not leave him disfigured, or else, he would certainly have crippled Ren Maohao.

They both now started to make their way to the office building to meet the directors.

Suddenly, King Kong lifted his left arm to block Xiao Luo's way. He wore a grim expression, gone was the smile and gentle demeanor, as King Kong lifted his chin and stared intensely to a distant point without blinking. His tone of voice was harsh and cold, and he scowled, ”I asked you to release him, not kick him!”

King Kong emphasized the last three words as he menacingly turned his head toward Xiao Luo, glaring directly into his eyes with a glower.