Chapter 22 (2/2)

Or was he actually the one who was dreaming?

Tang Luo lowered his head and took out six rounds from the pocket of his coat. He loaded them into the cylinder at a leisurely pace and walked out of the elevator.

Thinking about it carefully, walking over and blasting someone’s head apart with his fist seemed a little too brutal and too fiendish.

It didn’t suit his identity as a monk.

On the other hand, guns were a lot more low-key and peaceful.

Just as Tang Luo was reloading, a shadow suddenly appeared, causing the light to dim considerably.

Tang Luo raised his head and saw a large and muscular man standing in front of him. He was over two meters tall, had a fierce visage, and held a gleaming dagger in his right hand.

He was the only one who wasn’t holding a gun. He was also one of the two personal bodyguards of Thorndike’s.

Out of the two, one was adept at wielding guns.

In this man’s case, he had a lot of physical strength and was invincible in close-range combat. The most important thing was that this man wasn’t very bright. He had been trained and brainwashed by Thorndike into being absolutely loyal and would never disobey any of his orders.

Even taking a bullet for him was nothing out of the ordinary.

At this point, Tang Luo just so happened to load the last bullet into the cylinder.

The big and tall man gave Tang Luo an extremely sinister and savage smile. The dagger in his hand fell onto the floor. His arms spread open and closed around Tang Luo.

He let out a low roar like that of a beast, and the muscles on his arms bulged, and veins protruded on the surface of his skin.

His face turned red rapidly, and veins covered his forehead.

Obviously, he was using every bit of strength he had to squeeze Tang Luo to death.

People who had been squeezed dead by his bear hug weren’t in the minority. Even their corpses had been twisted into an exaggerated pose after their deaths. One could use the phrase no longer human to describe them.

But right now, that was only the beginning.

At the same time, as the man tightened his grip around Tang Luo, gunshots rang out once more.

At some point, a black revolver had appeared in Thorndike’s hand.

Holding the gun with both hands and with the man in between them, he took aim at Tang Luo’s head and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Not many knew this, but Earl Thorndike was also a master marksman.

At the same time, the others pulled their triggers too. They were only a tad slower than Thorndike.

With Thorndike as the main force, the rest of them were in charge of supplementary attacks.

The gun in Thorndike’s hands was clearly different from the others’. The body of that particular revolver was black in color and featured gold patterns on it. It looked grand and luxurious.

It didn’t have just a thin barrel like most typical revolvers. The front end of the revolver looked more like the pistols frequently seen in contemporary times. Slanting downwards at the area near the trigger, it even formed a reverse triangle. It added a touch of dominance to its original grandeur.

The workmanship didn’t look like it was something that this era could produce.

In addition, it looked more like an art piece than a weapon meant for murder.

However, its might was that of a true weapon meant for murder!

No matter how high-end the other people’s pistols were, there was no guarantee that the bullets fired from their guns could pierce through Thorndike’s bodyguard to hit Tang Luo for sure. Especially under the circumstances where Thorndike’s bodyguard was tensed up all over and applying force.

Perhaps a bullet hitting him might cause an even stronger power to instantaneously erupt from him because of pain.

However, he would lose strength the very next moment and end up loosening his hold on Tang Luo.

On the other hand, the bullets fired by the revolver in Thorndike’s hand…

The man’s neck and chest were ripped apart in that instant. The huge wound caused the man’s head to separate directly from his body.

Tang Luo fell backward. The hat he was wearing fell off and just so happened to cover his face.

The next few bullets struck the body of the man who hadn’t fully collapsed yet.

A few bullets also shot towards Tang Luo at tricky angles.

Except that the man had already loosened his grip, so Tang Luo, who was leaning backward, took a couple of steps back and retreated into the elevator. Going inside, it was just right for him to dodge those few shots.

“Is he dead?” Thorndike wondered as he stared at Tang Luo, who was covered in blood.

He was extremely confident in his revolver’s might, as well as his own marksmanship skills.

Thorndike had once shot a bear standing 200 meters away dead with just one shot using that revolver. That revolver wasn’t meant to be used on humans at all.

He believed that no one could escape from this revolver of his and survive under the circumstances where he had already taken accurate aim.

The blood all over the other party seemed to support this view too.

But why was it that the unease, fear, and even terror in his heart didn’t go away at all?

“Fire! Fire at him!” Thorndike yelled ferociously.

The others exchanged looks, somewhat perplexed at his act of corpse mutilation.

However, they respected Thorndike’s wishes nonetheless and pulled the triggers one by one.

Right at that moment, Tang Luo, who was inside the elevator, suddenly moved. His slanted form leaning against the elevator straightened once more. The hat fell off. His arms lifted, and he fired the revolver in his left hand. His right hand turned into afterimages.

After the gunshots, with great difficulty, Thorndike turned to look at his surroundings.

All his comrades and bodyguards, who had been standing next to him, had collapsed.

He looked towards Tang Luo once more.

The man’s mouth was open, revealing his pearly white teeth. In between the top and bottom rows of his teeth was a bullet.

He had actually caught that bullet with his teeth!

There was no blood on Tang Luo’s face. All of it had been blocked by the hat, which had already fallen onto the floor.

After opening his mouth, he dropped the bullet onto the floor.

It gave out a crisp clang, which startled the dazed Thorndike back to his senses.

“Monster!”

“Monster!”

He yelled as he took aim at Tang Luo and fired again.

Three gunshots later, Thorndike let out a muffled grunt. The black revolver fell onto the floor. His right wrist swelled up swiftly. The area between his thumb and index finger was already split open too.

The might of the black revolver was very strong, but the recoil was also shockingly strong.

Thorndike had thrown caution to the wind and opened fire recklessly. Before he could even fire all six rounds, he had already injured himself.

After losing the last weapon he had, a trembling Thorndike shouted at Tang Luo, “I—”

A black glint flashed past.

Thorndike’s head and the revolver thrust out by Tang Luo broke apart at the same time.

“Amitabha.”

A chant of Buddha’s name, which sounded out of place and seemed extremely strange and bewitching, resounded in the hellish room.