Chapter 57

Chapter 58: Titanium Thorn

The wind was a bit cold!

The weather in Huahai was always unpredictable. During the day, the lingering heat of midsummer remained, but at night, the chill of autumn and winter began to surge. This night was destined to be more desolate. Although there were still many people coming and going inside and outside the restaurant, in Zhao Heng's eyes, they all seemed to have vanished. He kept his eyes fixed on the man in black.

The young man was dressed in expensive attire, but it couldn't conceal his killing intent. When he felt Zhao Heng's gaze, he took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a fancy flick of his lighter. After blowing out a smoke ring, he twitched his lips, as if challenging Zhao Heng: "I'm waiting for you here!"

The position where the man in black stood was the shortest route for Zhao Heng and his group to return to the West Gate.

"Brother Heng, what's wrong?"

Feeling that something was amiss with Zhao Heng, Qiao Fatso looked up and asked. Zhao Heng smiled lightly, patted his shoulder, and whispered something in his ear. Qiao Fatso suddenly stopped, disbelievingly turning his head to look out the open window, where he saw the man in black looking at him with a half-smile.

The face hidden in the darkness exuded the deathly aura of a predator.

Qiao Yuncai involuntarily shivered, his body hair standing on end. It wasn't fear, but an instinctive human reaction to danger. Then he slapped his head in regret, "Boss, it's my fault again. I just wanted to treat you to a meal, but now we've been targeted by the Qing Gang!"

The bustling restaurant door, permeated with the aroma of food and drink, now seemed like the gaping mouth of a bloodthirsty monster. The appearance of the young man was a menacing roar from a fierce beast. Zhao Heng knew very well that once they stepped out of the restaurant, the other side would not hesitate to attack. The danger was spreading.

"Fatso, we can't leave."

Zhao Heng twisted his neck and said calmly, "You and Qingguan stay here. I'll go and deal with him!" Although Zhao Heng wasn't among the top experts in Huaguo, he was confident in handling ordinary experts. At least, with his long-term running, he could shake off his pursuers. However, he couldn't let Song Qingguan and Fatso take the risk.

So he wanted the two to stay in the crowded restaurant, with Jiang Changlong secretly protecting them, ensuring their safety!

"Brother Heng, let's call the police!"

Qiao Yuncai looked at the alternating light and darkness outside, a trace of worry crossing his face. "The Qing Gang actually wants to take you out before Du Tianxiong's peace banquet. This night will be filled with danger. If it's not a large group of Qing Gang members, then it must be someone with extraordinary martial arts, or both."

Zhao Heng shook his head, having his own considerations. "Zhang Xiaolin wouldn't dare to make a big move. This time, it's likely just one person. If we call the police, we might provoke Zhao Siqing. Even if we're not killed by the Qing Gang, we'll be tortured to death by Zhao Siqing on the pretext of a false alarm. That woman has been looking for an opportunity to vent her anger."

"I'll deal with that guy."

Zhao Heng knew very well that Zhang Xiaolin could use the time difference or an excuse of being out to dodge responsibility, but it also limited the large-scale mobilization of Qing Gang members, as he couldn't explain it to Du Tianxiong. Therefore, he judged that the one causing trouble tonight was just one person. He wanted to quickly defeat the man in black and retreat to the Huaguo University campus.

"Fatso, you and Qingguan hide. I'll finish this quickly!"

Zhao Heng twisted his neck and glanced at the young man, whose gaze never left him. The look in his eyes was wild and challenging. Zhao Heng's lips curled into a smile. Could this be one of the Qing Gang's top ten blades, the Iron Arhat? This guy seems to have some skills.

Just waiting like this, truly fearless!

Zhao Heng smiled, but his eyes flickered with a bloody killing intent.

Time passed silently, and the gentle night breeze made people drowsy. Zhao Heng walked out of the restaurant alone, ignoring the students and diners passing by. He glanced at the man in black guarding the path to the West Gate, then, with a look of anger, made a contemptuous gesture.

In the next second, Zhao Heng started running, in the opposite direction of the West Gate.

The man in black was slightly taken aback by Zhao Heng's direction, but then a mocking smile appeared on his lips. He flicked his cigarette and kicked the railing to gain momentum, chasing after Zhao Heng. At the same time, he whistled. Zhao Heng's face changed as he suddenly realized he had fallen into a trap.

The man in black had anticipated that he would run in the opposite direction.

At this moment, a blade whistled up from the side, a direction Zhao Heng least expected. Two men in black emerged from the shadows, raising their hands and swinging their knives. The timing was perfect. Zhao Heng didn't have time to adjust his running posture before a fierce slash from the left cut down from his shoulder to his chest.

"Thud!"

In the darkness, clothes tore.

Although Zhao Heng tried his best to fall backward to avoid the two blades, his clothes were still slashed and left with a wound. The pain made him more alert. The two blades continued to slash down, and Zhao Heng, using one hand to support himself, performed a move that was hard to imagine, flipping over the two blades and then striking the chins of the two men.

"Bang!"

The two men in black groaned and fell to the ground, their teeth falling out and blood spilling. Zhao Heng felt a bloodthirsty thrill. Seeing the confusion in their eyes turn to fear and pain, and hearing their cries of despair, he felt a genuine sense of satisfaction and joy.

The two attackers were strong, and they quickly got up after falling. Two blades crossed and slashed at Zhao Heng's neck. Zhao Heng, now steady on his feet, took a half-step. When the two blades were less than three inches from his body, his body bent like a willow branch in the wind.

His entire body leaned backward in an incredibly graceful manner, then he pivoted on his heels, drawing a semicircle. In a moment, he was like a gust of wind, floating behind them. He lightly raised his right palm and struck their shoulders. The move seemed simple, but Zhao Heng executed it with remarkable precision.

"Bang! Bang!"

The two men's shoulders were struck like meteorites, causing them to feel numb and weak. Before they could retreat, Zhao Heng pounced like a leopard, his left foot striking their chests. The two men were kicked away, sliding several meters before stopping.

"Whoosh!"

Before the two men could get up and fight again, a sudden, unannounced weapon whistled through the air behind Zhao Heng. It was too fast! Too fast! Although Zhao Heng had injured the two men, he had always kept a third of his attention on the man in black chasing him. However, he still underestimated the other's strength.

When Zhao Heng sensed the killing intent behind him, a sharp point appeared lightning-fast on his back.

The process was so quick and unbelievable, like a magic trick. This man in black was truly not ordinary! A thought flashed through Zhao Heng's mind, but he didn't turn to look. Instead, he lunged forward, creating distance from the lethal point, then snatched a knife from one of the men and swung it back.

The man in black also felt that he had encountered a monster.

After a full attack, anyone would need a brief moment to recover and prepare for the next move, even a well-trained martial arts expert. He had seized the opportunity after Zhao Heng's full attack. What he never expected was that Zhao Heng didn't need to recover. After dodging the attack, he could snatch the knife and swing it like a white dragon, leaping into the air and slashing down at him.

The blade was like a ribbon of light.

In the dazzling blade light, the man in black not only saw his thunderous attack shattered but also clearly saw a deep gash on Zhao Heng's ear. However, Zhao Heng ignored it, his face filled with killing intent as he pounced. The man in black had no choice but to defend with all his might.

Clang! The sound of metal clashing rang out, and both men were pushed back several steps.

Zhao Heng turned, holding the knife horizontally, while the young man, not far away, was breathing heavily.

Titanium Thorn?

Zhao Heng looked at the weapon in the other's hand, his eyes narrowing instantly!

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