Chapter 408 - You Don’t Have Much Value (1/2)

Xiao Luo’s hands and arms were like mechanical devices, operating with phenomenal gripping power and endurance. With hardly any effort, he withstood the load generated by the force of impact created by his body weight each time he dropped down, a floor at a time. His movements were light, and his swift descent did not cause too much noise.

Soon, he was about to reach the 8th floor!

It was a stirring display of sheer courage. Qiu Yuanjie and his party on the street below could only stare in trepidation, unblinking, and hearts in their throats. Every time Xiao Luo dropped a floor down, their hearts thumped anxiously, fearing that Xiao Luo would slip and fall. To plummet from such a height, the human body would immediately turn into a heap of flesh and slush. Just thinking about it made one’s scalp tingle with numbness.

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Xiao Luo paused when he reached the balcony on the ninth floor, and from there, he swung into the balcony on the eighth floor like he was playing on a swing. He landed on one knee in absolute silence, like a weightless wraith.

“Listen up, you out there, clear a path, and prepare an off-road vehicle for me; otherwise, I will shoot this woman. Do not doubt me, I will do as I say!”

As soon as he landed on the balcony of Room 808, he heard a booming voice yelling at the door, urgent and desperate, and the person seemed that he would lose himself and his ability to reason at any time.

Xiao Luo stood up and reached out to gently push the curtains aside, giving himself a clear view of the room’s situation.

A man in shorts was sitting facing the door, holding a pistol in his hand. His right arm was tightly locked around a woman’s neck, and the gun muzzle was pressed against her temple. He was staring at the door. If the police officer dared to break in, he would indeed shoot the woman.

Needless to say, this man was Yao Baishan, and that woman was the sex worker.

Sensing something behind him, Yao Baishan suddenly turned his head and looked back. And that was when Xiao Luo took advantage of his momentary lapse and moved in at lightning speed. Before Yao Baishan could even react, Xiao Luo landed a hefty punch directly in his face. The force was of the blow was tremendous, and it sent him sprawling to his side, taking out two of his front teeth that sailed alongside him as he crashed to the floor.

BAM!

As the beer-bellied Yao Baishan crashed to the floor with a sickening thud, the pistol flew out of his hand and slid to the corner of the room. Disoriented, Yao Baishan tried to focus his eyes, but all he could make out was a black-clad young man standing not too far away from where he was, staring at him impassively.

He had dashing features and fair complexion, dark, enigmatic eyes, and an elegant and calm carriage from head to toe.

“Who… who are you? How did you get in here?” Yao Baishan cried. He was shocked and confused, seeing that someone had entered his room without his knowledge. He looked like he had just seen a ghost.

Xiao Luo appeared indifferent and did not respond to his question. “You are under arrest!” he snarled.

A cop?

Yao Baishan’s pupils dilated as a panic set in, and as he immediately deduced Xiao Luo’s identity, he knew his time had come. He couldn’t care less anymore about the taste of blood in his mouth. Hurriedly, he picked himself up from the floor and scrambled towards his pistol at the corner of the room on all fours. He knew that only by holding this pistol in his hand could he be in a better position to negotiate with the police.

3 meters, 2 meters, 1 meter…

He was getting close… the gun was right there before his eyes!

There was nothing else in Yao Baishan’s mind except to go for his weapon. The pistol was well within reach, but just at the moment he stretched out his hand, a foot came down from above and stepped on the gun. He raised his head, only to be greeted by that dashing young face.

Xiao Luo smiled contemptuously at Yao Baishan before kicking him hard around his waist.

Yao Baishan’s body was blasted across the floor like a hockey puck and only stopped after colliding violently against the wall. It appeared like all the bones in his body had broken as he wailed and whimpered in excruciating pain.