Chapter 462: A Bloody Battle Till Dawn (1/2)
But the Tyrant Tiger couldn't feel pain, so he was missing those emotions as well. No wonder he was so ruthless.
The Wolf King froze, ”What’re the Eyes of Yama?”
”Nothing,” I prevaricated.
Right then, a thud sounded, as if something had been thrown onto the floor. As soon as I turned around, I was greeted by a small metal can spewing out smoke that was stifling when inhaled. The Wolf King signalled us to the other side of the floor.
Right then, a flurry of footsteps came from within the smoke.
A tall, muscular man stood in the dense fumes, armed with a gas mask and a submachine gun. Upon noticing his presence, Song Xingchen pulled me behind a pile of cement bags.
Firing several shots into the smoke, the Wolf King barely managed to hold out against the Tyrant Tiger, finally bolting behind a pillar to take cover.
Bullets from the Tyrant Tiger blasted holes in one side of the pillar like a torrential storm. Then, the gunfire stopped and the smoke gradually dispersed. Out of the corner of my eye, I peeked at the Tyrant Tiger as he rubbed a magazine against his gun. It took me a moment to understand what he was doing.
The Wolf King saw this as an opportunity to attack.
”Stay where you are!” I shouted.
The Tyrant Tiger had deliberately rubbed the magazine against his gun to trick the Wolf King into thinking he was reloading. But in fact, he still had ammunition. Unfortunately, my warning came a little too late. At that exact moment, both parties fired their weapons, two bullets crossing each other through the blurry smoke.
The next second, the Wolf King suffered a heavy blow. Trembling, he fell to his knees and covered his bleeding throat with his hand. Across the room, the Tyrant Tiger bled as well, shoulder punctured by the Wolf King’s bullet. Though blood was pouring out of his wound, he didn’t seem to care.
The Wolf King struggled to stand up but the Tyrant Tiger nipped his efforts in the bud, aiming at his shoulder and knees. The impact sent the Wolf King crumbling on the ground. This time, the Tyrant Tiger put a bullet in the back of the Wolf King’s head.
Watching a good man like the Wolf King breathe his last shocked me to the core. I almost couldn’t believe my eyes!
Right then, Song Xingchen darted out from behind the cement bags, prompting several shots from the Tyrant Tiger. Quick as lightning, Song Xingchen jumped to the back of the pillar where the Wolf King previously took cover. A few seconds later, he emerged from the right, taking a few shots from the Tyrant Tiger.
With this move, Song Xingchen quickly narrowed the distance between him and the Tyrant Tiger. Only when the Tyrant Tiger threw aside his submachine gun did I notice the detonator in his left hand. Thumb against the trigger button, he callously applied pressure.
A thunderous boom shook the whole building as if the ground had been shaken by an 8.0 magnitude earthquake. It turned out that he had attached remote control bombs to pillars on the first floor. What a fearless criminal indeed!
The quaking floors had Song Xingchen wobbling unsteadily. Breaking out in cold sweat, I watched as the Tyrant Tiger swung his fist towards Song Xingchen’s face.
With Song Xingchen’s quick reaction, he easily swung his sword at the Tyrant Tiger. The latter dodged, grabbing a pair of karambits from his belt and countered with a vicious slash at Song Xingchen's torso.
Though Song Xingchen retreated a few steps, his arms never stopped moving, slicing left and right in a bid to kill the Tyrant Tiger. Sparks flashed in the air as metal clashed against metal. In the absence of pain, the Tyrant Tiger had the advantage without the need for defense. Song Xingchen was forced into a passive position.
What a desperate man!
The two exchanged more than a dozen blows when the entire floor shook violently and tilted southeast. Everything on the ground, including the Wolf King’s body, slid down the sloping floor. After that explosion, the pillars downstairs could no longer bear the pressure and collapsed...