Chapter 3: Fierce

The last shot!

Zhao Heng squinted his eyes: Liu Baishu would definitely cherish the last shot.

The most important point was that Liu Baishu had only wounded people with his previous shots, proving he didn't want to cut off his own path to survival. This also indicated that Liu Baishu still had some hope of escaping. A hopeful person might dare to be ruthless but wouldn't risk his life. Zhao Heng, who had been trained by Uncle Feng to be observant, quickly analyzed this in his mind.

After some deliberation, he concluded that if he had the chance to act, he could definitely kill Liu Baishu, who was exhausted and intent on escaping. Zhao Heng was confident about this, but he still didn't want to take the risk. He wasn't interested in the one million reward and didn't want to make a futile heroic sacrifice.

A vigilant police officer walked over and sternly shouted, "Back inside!"

Lu Meng kicked him to the ground and shouted, "Go to hell!"

The police officer, shocked, clutched his stomach and staggered to his feet. His abdomen felt like it was churning. He never expected a teenager to have such strength, capable of knocking down a newly graduated police officer. Even though he had tried to dodge, he still couldn't match Lu Meng's speed, and a wave of anger rose within him.

"Rebellion?"

He pressed the black gun bag and charged forward with a murderous look. Lu Meng punched him in the shoulder again, and the unprepared young police officer was thrown back, leaving a two-meter-long trail on the ground. Not only did his shoulder feel like it was disintegrating, but his buttocks also suffered a severe impact. After struggling, he finally managed to stand up, leaning against the wall:

"You..."

Before he could call for his colleagues to drive them away, the villagers of Lu Village all rushed over to watch the show. He tried to block them, but no matter how he shouted, they ignored him. When the police mentioned that the criminal had a gun, the villagers of Lu Village sneered. Every household was a hunter, and they all used to have guns, even a nearly hundred-year-old cannon.

It was only later that the government confiscated them.

With the crowd surging, the police could only put on a stern face and drive them away.

Taking advantage of this moment, the bald man had already taken a hostage and stood in the middle of the village road. He showed no fear of the dozens of guns in front of and behind him. He pressed the gun to the white-clad woman's neck and patted the dagger in her mouth: "Try shooting? See who dies first! It's worth it to have her as my companion in death!"

Professional techniques, professional gun skills.

"Liu Baishu, make a demand."

The leading police officer knew he couldn't do much. This red-listed Liu Baishu was too fierce. He had pursued him for seven days and seven nights, but not only had he failed to kill or capture him, Liu Baishu had even taken the daughter of the Bei family hostage and severely injured one of her bodyguards.

It seemed the reputation of the silver-clad constable would be tarnished by Liu Baishu.

"Five million old banknotes, a helicopter to leave the country."

Liu Baishu, with bloodshot eyes, adopted a stance ready to fight to the death with the police. His breathing was heavy like a trapped beast. He proposed conditions that would ensure his survival: "Give me an hour. If I don't see the money or the helicopter, I'll kill the daughter of the Bei family and fight to the death with you."

"I can guarantee that ten of you will die with me."

"You chased me for seven days, and eighteen of you fell. You can't doubt my strength, can you?"

Liu Baishu exuded a powerful confidence and then straightened his back, sneering, "Sima Qing, I advise you not to play tricks. Although you are skilled and have many cannon fodder, I might not be able to take you down with me, but if my sworn brother Guan Dawang knows I died at your hands... hmm..."

"Your entire family will be minced meat!"

He was filled with murderous intent: "The money is the government's, but the life is mine!"

The surrounding police officers were slightly shaken, their faces showing surprise. Even Sima Qing frowned. Guan Dawang was a notorious bandit in the border region of Huaguo, operating in a lawless area. He was rumored to be a cruel and vicious man with over a hundred lives on his hands. Moreover, Guan Dawang was very protective of his people.

Whoever offended his people, regardless of right or wrong, would have their entire family exterminated.

It was unexpected that Liu Baishu had a connection with him. As Sima Qing's expression grew serious, a figure in the distance also frowned. A young police officer on guard happened to catch his appearance. It was a middle-aged man in white, elegant and extraordinary. After hearing the name Guan Dawang, the middle-aged man turned and left.

"Sima Qing, don't play with fire. Cherish yourself and your family."

As Liu Baishu shouted this, he turned the white-clad woman's face toward Zhao Heng. The wind was gentle, and the clouds were light. The daughter of the Bei family was like a beautiful landscape painting, slowly unfolding before Zhao Heng. Her hair was like the wind, her clothes like the clouds, her eyes as pure as water, and her pale face evoked a deep sense of tenderness.

Zhao Heng's heart felt light and ethereal. Then, as if possessed, he stepped forward:

"Liu Baishu, I want to duel you."

Liu Baishu's triumphant smile froze halfway.

Lu Meng was stunned: "Bro, are you robbing him?"

"No, I'm taking the woman!"

Zhao Heng ignored the well-meaning advice of the villagers and the police's changed expressions. He left a message for Lu Meng and easily slipped through the gap between two police officers, standing in front of Liu Baishu with a gun, like Don Quixote. His slender fingers raised arrogantly, pointing at Liu Baishu's nose:

"Liu Baishu, I want to duel you!"

Ridiculous!

Both the dozens of police officers and Liu Baishu were dumbfounded. They all thought this was a madman from Lu Village. How could a teenager of sixteen or seventeen dare to challenge the King of Killers? Liu Baishu had killed countless people and injured over ten well-trained police officers. How could the young Zhao Heng stand a chance?

A mere insect challenging a chariot, overestimating his own strength!

This was the real thought of all the police officers present. Only Lu Meng was delighted, fetching Zhao Heng's military dagger and his own dagger from the house. He didn't consider the danger, only knowing that Brother Heng would surely succeed. Thinking of the one million reward, he was filled with energy and deeply blamed himself:

Brother Heng likes women!

He slapped his face: "Next time, talk about women, not money." Then he quickly slipped to the back, hiding the two weapons and a bow and arrow, carefully avoiding the police. He knew Brother Heng needed his cooperation and needed him to create an opportunity. As long as Brother Heng acted, Liu Baishu would die.

At such a young age, thinking of killing, he didn't find it inappropriate.

At this moment, Sima Qing's face was as dark as thunder. After scolding Zhao Heng to no avail, he shouted at the villagers who had been forcibly driven away but were still hiding behind the doors: "Ridiculous! Whose child is this? Whose child? If you don't take him back, you'll be responsible for any trouble!"

Sima Qing looked around sternly: "Whose child?"

No one responded. The villagers of Lu Village ignored the police. Besides their inability to persuade Zhao Heng, they also wanted to show the city people the fearlessness and ferocity of the children of Lu Village.

At this moment, Liu Baishu was sneering at the young man in front of him, who looked to be sixteen or seventeen, unarmed, and not particularly strong. He had a clear and refined appearance, with a hint of scholarly demeanor. This small fry challenging him seemed absurd and laughable: "Kid, are you out of your mind?"

"Looking for death?"

Zhao Heng took two steps forward calmly. Since he was young and didn't seem dangerous, Liu Baishu didn't stop him, not wanting to be seen as cowardly. Then he heard Zhao Heng say calmly: "Aren't you the King of Killers? Aren't you the top of the red list? Aren't you wanted for fourteen murders?"

"Have the guts to fight me!"

Zhao Heng pointed at him arrogantly: "Life and death are in the hands of fate!"

In his extraordinary calmness and astonishing courage, Liu Baishu's eyes became somewhat strange and serious. If this kid wasn't a fool, he must be a prodigy. Facing him and the gun, even the heads of the four major families in Huaguo would find it hard to remain so calm and composed, yet this kid showed no fear.

Sima Qing's lips twitched; he felt he had met a madman.

"Kid, it's not that I don't want to fulfill your wish."

Liu Baishu's lips curled into a mocking smile, the gun still pressed against the white-clad woman's neck, his smile particularly sinister: "But I'm not that stupid. Once I let go of the daughter of the Bei family, the dozens of guns around me will turn me into a sieve. Do you think I'm foolish enough to duel you?"

"I'm a bit curious, why do you want to duel me?"

"Because I like her!"

Zhao Heng pointed at the white-clad woman, showing no restraint. His eyes burned like flames, revealing a fearless determination. He replied without hesitation: "I don't like my beloved being controlled by others, so I want to duel you. Do you understand?"

The white-clad woman couldn't speak, but her face turned slightly red.

Damn!

Sima Qing and the others almost turned to stone!