Chapter 433 - 423: Annihilation!
"Going for your guns? You won’t even get a chance to pull the triggers," Qin Fan sneered in disdain as he watched their movements.
As he finished speaking, his figure darted forward. Like a meteor, he flashed in front of the driver, Little Wang.
SNAP! SNAP!
In the next second, the men, led by the one with the triangular eyes, had just pulled out their guns. Before their fingers could even touch the triggers, their hands felt light. A pile of disassembled parts clattered to the ground.
Qin Fan had said they wouldn’t have a chance to pull the triggers, and he had delivered on his promise. Forget pulling the triggers; their index fingers never even made it to the triggers.
"Tell me who’s behind this, and I’ll give you a quick death!"
In less than a second, he had turned the personal weapons of these men from the Martial World into a pile of junk. With his hands clasped behind his back, Qin Fan regarded them nonchalantly.
"You’re not human!" one of the men suddenly screamed in terror.
"So noisy," Qin Fan said with a soft, deceptively harmless smile.
The hand he had held behind his back shot forward, shaped into a blade, and swept through the air toward the man.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! RIIIP!
"AAAAAHHH!"
Intermingled with the sound of tearing fabric, the man howled in unbearable agony.
When Qin Fan stopped, the man’s body looked as if it had been hacked by a thousand crisscrossing blades. Jets of blood sprayed from the wounds. The blood gushed furiously, yet none of his vital organs were struck. This, however, was the cruelest way to die. With his blood pouring out, his only fate was to wait for death—to wait until he bled out completely.
Witnessing this incredible scene, the other men, including the driver, Little Wang, stood dumbfounded. Their eyes held nothing but pure terror.
Is that... death by a thousand cuts, performed from a distance? With just a wave of his hand? My God! Is he... is he even human? No! No, no! He’s a monster! A monster!
"Save me... save me..." the mutilated man begged as he collapsed, weakly struggling while watching his blood form a growing pool around him.
His pleas went unanswered. His companions remained motionless, frozen in a quagmire of fear.
"So, can you tell me now?" Qin Fan asked, shaking his head noncommittally as he looked at the remaining men.
At his words, the men shuddered violently. They instinctively glanced at their leader, the man with the triangular eyes.
Who’s behind this? We don’t know! We’re just following his orders!
"It seems none of you know, then. In that case, there’s no value in keeping you alive," Qin Fan said with a nod and a faint smile. He raised his hand blade again and swept it horizontally before him.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
"UGH—!"
In the blink of an eye, before the men could even cry out, their hands flew reflexively to their throats as columns of blood burst forth. Their pupils dilated to their absolute limit before contracting violently. A moment later, they all collapsed to the ground.
Now, only the triangular-eyed leader and the treacherous driver, Little Wang, remained standing before Qin Fan.
GULP. GULP.
The sound of fearful swallowing echoed from their throats.
The triangular-eyed man’s mind screamed at him to run, to escape. But his legs felt as if they were rooted to the ground, paralyzed and refusing to move.
"You... you..." the triangular-eyed man stammered, his face pale as he stared at Qin Fan’s demonic smile.
"Tell me! Who is behind this? What were you planning to do after you got the person? Answer me!" Qin Fan’s smile vanished, his voice becoming cold and grim.
THUD!
As Qin Fan finished speaking, the tremendous pressure became too much. The triangular-eyed man’s violently trembling legs gave out, and he collapsed uncontrollably to his knees.
"If I tell you, will you let me go? Will you spare me?" Glancing at his blood-soaked companions on the ground, the man was driven by a desperate will to live, shaking his head and shouting almost incoherently.
"Tell me!" Qin Fan ignored the question. A terrifying aura erupted from him, and a bone-chilling cold instantly swept over the kneeling man.
Under the assault of this aura, combined with Qin Fan’s inhuman gaze, the man’s psyche shattered completely.
"It’s the Qiao Family! Young Master Qiao Xiyuan! He sent us to get the person! He told us to put them in a shipping container bound for Japan! Sir, that’s all I know! Please, don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!" With his mind and spirit broken, the man screamed out the truth in terror.
The Qiao Family? Young Master Qiao Xiyuan? Isn’t that the unlucky bastard who tried to woo Ye Xuan, only for me to beat him half to death? Heh. This is getting interesting.
Hearing the man’s confession, a deeply amused smile spread across Qin Fan’s face.
"Sir, I told you everything! Everything I know! Don’t kill me! Please, don’t kill me!" the man begged and howled again, terrified by Qin Fan’s demonic amusement.
"I don’t believe I ever promised not to kill you," Qin Fan replied to the man’s howls, his lips curling into a smirk.
"You—!"
Before the man could finish, Qin Fan darted forward. Giving him no chance to say another word, he reached down from above, his hand shaped into a claw, and grabbed the man’s head.
"AAAAHHH!"
A soul-tearing scream erupted from the man’s throat. The veins on his body bulged, and his features twisted into a horrifying mask of agony.
Less than three seconds later, he went completely still. The pupils in his wide, unseeing eyes rapidly contracted, and the twisted agony on his face faded as the last spark of life was extinguished.
"Young Master Qin! Young Master Qin!" Seeing the entire group annihilated so effortlessly, with no one left alive, the traitorous driver suddenly cried out and dropped to his knees before Qin Fan.
His eyes overflowed with terror and desperate pleas. This Qin Fan... he isn’t human. He’s absolutely not human!
"Shhh." Hearing Little Wang’s cries, Qin Fan gave a wicked smile and raised a finger to his lips. The driver immediately clamped his mouth shut, though his kneeling body trembled even more violently.
Qin Fan took out his phone, opened the camera, and took a close-up photo of each of the dead men. He then opened his chat with Ye Jizu, sent the pictures, and immediately initiated a video call.
"Master Qin!" On the other end, Ye Jizu was first stunned by the photos Qin Fan had sent. When he saw the incoming video call, he answered immediately.
"Did you get the pictures?" Qin Fan asked with a faint smile, looking at Ye Jizu, who was on the outskirts of the airport.
"Yes. Master Qin, what is this? Who are the men in these pictures?" Ye Jizu asked, puzzled.
"Who they are isn’t important. I want you to find out everything about these men. Then, wipe out their families." Qin Fan’s voice turned utterly glacial as he spoke the last words.