Chapter 638 - Right Before Leaving (2/2)

“I…”

Takahara Keika bit her lips and stared balefully at him.

Xiao Luo laughed coldly. “All you have ever done was waste your life away, visiting bars and partying. Your father was the wealthiest man in Ri Nation, and you? You’re just a good-for-nothing. Without Takahara-san, you are nothing at all. There’s nothing you can accomplish, and all you can do is to sit on the ground and cry like an overgrown baby. You’re weak, incompetent, and childish. They say children are a chip off the old block. Takahara Kei was a towering skyscraper, but you are nothing more than a moldy brick that will never amount to anything much.”

His words hit Takahara Keika like a freight train.

Her gaze wavered, and her eyes instantly turned red as Xiao Luo’s words left her dignity in tatters.

Xiao Luo’s expression suddenly changed. He looked like a villain as he squatted beside Takahara Keika, grabbed her collar, and pulled her toward him. “You want to take revenge on me? Sure, come on then. You’re welcome to seek me out once you’re skilled enough, but I suggest you wise up and save yourself the embarrassment. Do you know why I didn’t kill you, even though I enjoy killing so much? It’s because a piece of trash like you isn’t worth killing and you will only dirty my hands!”

He let her go after saying his piece, casting her to the ground.

Takahara Keika laid on the ground. She was too afraid to even move a muscle, as if her soul had left her body. She stared with fear in her eyes, looking helpless and pathetic.

At that moment, a middle-aged lady was seen making a phone call not too far away. Then she cut the call she was on and, though visibly terrified, she called out to Takahara Keika and ran toward her.

Xiao Luo knew that she had called the police, so he did not linger. He immediately stepped away from Takahara Keika and left. After walking about 10 meters, he turned back and looked at Takahara Keika, who was still there in the rain, in a state of despair. He heaved a sigh. He had not meant to say such things to her. He had only wanted to plant the seed of hatred for him in her mind—this was the only thing he could do for Takahara Kei.

WOO, WOO! WHOOP! WHOOP! WHOOP!

Several police vehicles arrived, and there was also a helicopter flying in from the distance. The army and the police force were working together, on high alert and ready to respond to any news about the Thousand-faced Killer, Xiao Han. When they received the call, their response immediately.

Xiao Luo broke into a sports car parked around the memorial park, and then he drove it into the city. He had already received his new passport and identity and planned to head to the airport right away. He would fly to Mei Nation from here.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

The helicopter above him fired guided missiles as the police cars that were hot on his tail opened fire at him as well. Police and army vehicles had him surrounded in every direction.

It was a well-coordinated assault!

Xiao Luo’s lips curled up into a smirk. He steered the sports car calmly, swerving and evading the guided missiles and gunfire effortlessly.

“Did you get the bast*rd?”

Anpei’s voice came through the radio. He was overseeing the operation himself from the joint-operation headquarters that the police and army shared. His broken left arm was now in a plaster cast, but he blocked off the pain as he made his way to the headquarters, accompanied by Oshima Jun and the old police chief. His hatred for Xiao Luo was deep, and this had now become a personal vendetta. He wanted nothing more than to tear the man apart, limb by limb.

“No, Sir. We have not. The target is very skilled at driving, and he has managed to evade everything we’ve thrown at him! And now, he has even ramped up his speed to 200 miles per hour. We cannot get a clear shot on the target,” the frantic voice of a soldier transmitted over the communicator.

Anpei flew into a rage and scowled, “You useless idiot! You are all nothing but worthless rubbish. If he escapes again this time, I’ll make you lot disembowel yourselves!”

The voice coming from the communicator faltered as the soldier did his best to respond, “Yes, Sir!”