Chapter 4: A Mighty Momentum

Many people present were almost out of breath. It was already laughable enough that this young man came out to duel, but no one expected his reason to be even more absurd—liking Bei Ruyan? Liu Bai laughed loudly and then shouted crudely, "Damn! I got your woman? Your face is really thick, you bastard."

"This is Miss Bei! Do you think she's a village girl?"

"Shut up, you bitch!"

Lu Meng flashed out on the roof, his hands moving swiftly as he shot an arrow with a strange motion.

Whoosh! A hunting arrow pierced the air, shooting directly at Liu Bai's head from the roof. Liu Bai's body trembled, and he immediately moved his hostage to dodge. At the same moment, a black light fell into Zhao Heng's right hand. Without hesitation, he swung his right hand, and the bayonet in his hand slashed toward Liu Bai's neck.

Like a lightning bolt splitting the sky.

The cold gleam of the black bayonet illuminated Liu Bai's eyes, filled with shock, and made his hair stand on end. The hunting arrow shot by Lu Meng cut off his retreat, forcing Liu Bai to move closer to the unarmed Zhao Heng. However, this young man suddenly had a bayonet in his hand, and the murderous intent was so intense that it made people dare not look directly.

He instinctively raised his gun!

Clang! The steel gun and the bayonet collided!

Liu Bai's physique far surpassed Zhao Heng's, and his arms were almost twice as thick. But in this collision, he was actually shaken to the point where his palms went numb, his blood boiled, and his body was pushed away from the white-clad woman by half an inch. Liu Bai's face changed dramatically, and he inwardly cursed, trying to raise his gun to fire a bullet.

To use the last bloody threat to intimidate everyone!

Unfortunately, everything was too late. A black light flashed in the darkness, slicing through the air with a piercing scream, stabbing toward Liu Bai's clean face. In that instant, Liu Bai's eyes focused, seemingly intimidated by the lightning-like blade, and his blood turned cold.

The gun barrel was halfway raised, and his finger hadn't even touched the trigger when the bayonet pierced his chest first.

Thud! A splash of bright red blood spurted out, like fireworks blooming at midnight, dazzling everyone's eyes. Zhao Heng didn't relax his strength; he firmly held the bayonet, forcefully separating Liu Bai from the white-clad woman, and then kicked her away.

Bang!

The bullet shot out, grazing the woman's hair.

A close call!

The next second, Lu Meng charged out with a murderous aura.

Dagger, into the chest!

One million!

Without the slightest hesitation, without the slightest tremor, without even a frown. Liu Bai lay on his back, his eyes filled with regret, never expecting to die at the hands of two young men. He hated himself for having only one bullet and for not driving Zhao Heng away first.

Unfortunately, it was already too late! His life had already faded!

In the moment he closed his eyes, his biggest question was:

Where did these two kids get the courage to kill?

Sima Qing was also stunned, unable to react for a long time.

Shouts erupted!

"Go!"

More than ten police officers charged at Liu Bai, waving their weapons. Four or five of them piled on top of him, and more than ten guns were aimed at his head. Sima Qing fired two shots into Liu Bai's arm, as Liu Bai's ferocity was well-known, and everyone was worried he wasn't dead yet.

A counterattack from a half-dead man would be brutal!

Lu Meng sneered, "Useless!"

At this moment, Sima Qing, holding a short gun, heard Lu Meng's contempt and muttering. After confirming that Liu Bai was dead, his face flushed, wanting to say something to Zhao Heng and Lu Meng but held back. After all, the two young men had contributed to killing Liu Bai.

Even though he thought it was a lucky shot.

So he shouted, "Hurry and treat Miss Bei."

"Bro, what are you going to do with the one million?"

Lu Meng didn't even have time to wash the blood off his hands, and he didn't care about the police officers who were still in shock. While Sima Qing was handling the scene and treating the white-clad woman, Lu Meng took advantage of the break before the interrogation to pull out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. "I'm going to get two girls, very pretty girls."

"Uncle Feng says I have too much anger."

Lu Meng casually puffed out a thick cloud of smoke, leaning on Zhao Heng and chuckling, "I'll use them to vent my anger. I'm not like you, who knows how to play the piano, chess, and paint. I have many ways to vent my anger, but I don't want to work hard playing the flute or painting, so finding women is the best way."

"I didn't have money before, but now with one million, it's great."

Hearing Lu Meng shamelessly describe his future plans, Zhao Heng, frustrated by his lack of ambition, slapped him on the back of the head. "You're just fooling around! How many so-called class flowers and school flowers have you had in high school? Count them, at least eight or ten, right? You still want to find women to vent your anger?"

"I think you just want a life of luxury."

Lu Meng, easily seen through by Zhao Heng, chuckled and tried to save face. "Class flowers and school flowers are too immature, not interesting. I want to spend eighteen thousand to try something new. I can't compare to you; you're content and will go to college in September, where a bunch of girls in black stockings will be waiting for you."

"I only have schoolgirls."

He showed a look of pain and longing, then took out a cigarette and offered it to Zhao Heng, trying to tempt him to smoke, but Zhao Heng refused without hesitation. Although he knew smoking could relieve stress, killing Liu Bai didn't make him panic, so he shook his head. "No, I won't smoke."

"Bro, smoking is a sign of a man's strength."

Lu Meng, holding a decent cigarette, persisted in persuading Zhao Heng. "Smoke one, and you won't think about it; smoke another, and you'll feel like a god. When I have money, I'll definitely smoke that damn cigar and hug two blonde girls. One puff of the cigar, a rub of the chest, that life will be absolutely beautiful."

Zhao Heng realized this kid was determined to act recklessly, so he gave up trying to persuade him, knowing Lu Meng's character. He changed the subject. "Let's talk about it when we have the money. One million, but in reality, we'll get maybe eighty or a hundred thousand. Don't expect too much."

Despite the eight-thousand-year history of Huaguo, which has produced many talents and enjoys peace and prosperity, as long as there are people, there will be greed. Although killing Liu Bai was worth one million, the police officers who fired many shots just now also deserve some credit, and they will likely take a significant portion of the reward.

So Zhao Heng added, "Fifty thousand would be enough."

"Fifty thousand? Who dares to embezzle our hard-earned money?"

Lu Meng picked up the dagger from the ground and growled, "I'll kill his whole family! Then I'll go to the capital to appeal to the prime minister!" At this moment, Lu Meng looked like a fierce beast, radiating a lethal aura, as if he would massacre the police or even the police station if they didn't give him the one million.

Zhao Heng feared he would cause trouble. "Put it down! I was just saying!"

At this moment, the police officer who had been kicked by Lu Meng approached with a difficult expression, stopping two meters away, clearly afraid of this ruthless demon. But his superior's orders forced him to speak. "Two, two young heroes, we need to collect the evidence..."

Lu Meng was stunned. "Evidence?"

The young police officer's lips twitched, pointing to the bayonet and dagger on the ground. Lu Meng suddenly jumped up, grabbing the collar of his shirt and shouting, "We worked hard to kill for you and even risked our lives to save Miss Bei, and you want to confiscate our weapons? Is there any law in this world?"

Lu Meng roared, "Is there any law?"

Hearing the word "law," the police officer sneered.

"Don't worry."

A soft but pleasant voice sounded, and Zhao Heng saw the white-clad woman being wheeled over. She looked elegant and smiled at Zhao Heng just right. "The police are just following procedure. Once the case is settled, your weapons will be returned. Trust me!"

The police officer frowned slightly. The bayonet and dagger were prohibited weapons and wouldn't be released from the police station. But given the white-clad woman's status, he couldn't correct her, or he might be kicked out of the police force and even get his superior in trouble. So he chose to remain silent.

"Hehe, I trust you, who else would I trust?"

Lu Meng glanced at Zhao Heng with a knowing look, then threw the dagger on the ground and waved for the young police officer to take it. The white-clad woman wheeled closer to Zhao Heng, her actions and words natural and appropriate, far from the pretentiousness of a pretty but empty-headed woman.

She extended her right hand. "I'm Bei Ruyan. Thank you for saving me."

Gentle breeze, light clouds, a beautiful woman smiled.