Chapter 88

"Thud!"

A flying piece of wood pierced Xiaoyan's body, passing straight through him and causing a gush of blood to spurt from his mouth, staining the memory card in his hand red.

The suddenness of the event left Xiaoyan in a daze. He glanced at the piece of wood in his body, then turned his head toward the door in disbelief. He saw Yang Fan, with a cold expression, slowly walking in, and his assistant, Shitou, standing at the door.

"Clang!" Li Mang drew the yellow-grade long knife beside him, his face turning pale as he met Yang Fan's approach, retreating step by step. Li Mang dared not make a move, nor did he dare to flee. Any rash action in front of Yang Fan would only hasten his death.

Yang Fan, with a cold face, approached Xiaoyan, snatched the memory card from his tightly clenched hand, and ground it to powder with two fingers.

"Where is the backup?" Yang Fan asked softly, his voice gentle as usual.

"Hack... hack..." Xiaoyan spat out a large mouthful of black blood but still managed to grin. "I didn't expect you to catch me."

"Every time you came, I knew. But considering our past, I didn't act." Yang Fan pulled out a pack of tissues and, with the kindness of a neighborly uncle, wiped the blood from the corner of Xiaoyan's mouth. But he couldn't clean it up; instead, it only increased.

"Hack... hack... Past... Yang Fan, you're still as hypocritical as before. If you didn't want to destroy the evidence, you would have acted long ago!" Xiaoyan spoke haltingly, his face growing paler, his voice weaker.

Yang Fan adjusted his black-rimmed glasses, not responding, but asked expressionlessly, "Where is the backup?"

"Backup... of course there is. But I won't tell you... Thud!"

A mouthful of blood mist sprayed directly onto Yang Fan's face, staining his glasses red. However, Xiaoyan also fell onto the sofa, losing his life.

"..." Yang Fan took off his glasses, carefully wiped them clean with a tissue, and put them back on before turning his gaze to Li Mang, remaining silent for a long time.

Li Mang tightened his grip on the long knife but felt powerless under Yang Fan's gaze. The other party was too strong. Perhaps only a Crystal Dragon at its peak could deal with him. But now, the Crystal Dragon was at less than 20% of its strength, and bringing it out would only result in a futile death.

"If I say you misunderstood, would you believe me?" Yang Fan asked.

No matter when, Yang Fan always had that kind and amiable appearance, but Li Mang felt an unusual sense of strangeness, his body hair standing on end, a chill running down his spine. What kind of cunning could make a person act like this?

But now, it was a matter of life and death, and he had to force himself to calm down, managing a weak smile. "Of course I believe you. Xiaoyan was seriously ill, forgot to take his medicine, and came out here babbling nonsense."

"..." Yang Fan stared at him for a long time before finally smiling. He seemed genuinely happy, not minding the dirt, and sat down next to Xiaoyan's body, lighting a cigarette for himself and offering one to Li Mang. "Do you want one?"

A few days ago, Yang Fan had asked Li Mang the same question, and Li Mang had firmly refused, saying that martial artists shouldn't touch such things.

But this time, Li Mang accepted it, lit it, and inhaled deeply, holding the smoke in his lungs for a long time before exhaling. Smoking was bad, and Li Mang didn't like it, but sometimes it could help calm the mind and bring peace.

"There are many talented people in the Yanhuang Compound who could be secretaries, but I didn't choose them. Instead, I brought you in from the outside. Do you know why?" Yang Fan asked, his face expressionless as he exhaled smoke.

"Because I was an ordinary person, because I'm a fool." Li Mang mocked himself, using the smoke to conceal his gaze as he checked the distance to the back door.

"Being ordinary is good. You would never get involved in these meaningless disputes. It's cruel, and it can numb a person's heart, making them heartless." Yang Fan shook his head.

"Unfortunately, I became a psychic, escaping your control, so I was destined to die, right?" Li Mang asked with a laugh.

Yang Fan shook his head again. "Gan Fenghua was indeed killed by someone I sent, and Xiaoyan got involved in the same matter. But Liu Junchun wasn't sent by me to kill you, and I'm not a follower of Chiyou. I didn't even plan to remove you."

"..." Li Mang just smoked silently. He could no longer believe Yang Fan's words. This was a devil, a devil who killed with a kind smile.

"Swish..."

A sharp blade suddenly flew from Li Mang's hand, not aimed at Yang Fan but at the door where Shitou stood. Li Mang understood that his strength was not enough to harm Yang Fan, and now he needed to escape.

At the same time, Li Mang pushed off the ground with both feet, his body light yet swift as he crashed toward the back door.

"Clang!"

The dagger aimed at Shitou was deflected by Yang Fan's cigarette butt.

"Bang!"

But Li Mang took this opportunity to break through the back door and quickly fled.

"Phew..." Yang Fan exhaled the smoke from his lungs and then said to Shitou, who remained expressionless, "Kill him!"

"Okay!" Shitou didn't ask any questions, his body flashing as he rushed out to chase after Li Mang. His life had been saved by Yang Fan, and Yang Fan's orders were not about right or wrong but about absolute obedience.

"A single misstep can lead to eternal regret!" Yang Fan sighed, lightly slapping the floor's hidden compartment— "Boom!"

The floor of Li Mang's courtyard living room shattered, not a single intact tile remaining. This was Yang Fan's strength, and it wasn't even his full power. Killing Li Mang would have been easy, but he was a cautious person, and having Shitou do it was better.

Escaping through the back door, Li Mang initially wanted to seek help from the Ghost Doctor but was horrified to find that Yang Fan had been prepared. Besides Shitou, who was chasing him from behind, there were several people from Group 9 in various directions.

Perhaps not all of them were Chiyou's spies, but they would still follow Yang Fan's orders. If Li Mang was stopped, Shitou would kill him immediately, leaving no evidence and no place to appeal.

With a determined bite, Li Mang abandoned the idea of going to the Ghost Doctor's place, using his light body skill to the utmost, leaving a trail as he fled to the side.

Group 9's compound was on the outskirts of the Yanhuang Compound, and the direction Li Mang fled was a high wall, about twenty meters tall, made of reinforced earth, which ordinary people couldn't climb. Beyond the wall was a thorny vine forest, filled with sharp thorns and reportedly high-voltage electricity, with wires disguised as thorny vines, making it dangerous to touch.

But Li Mang had no other choice.

"Humph!" Li Mang grunted, gathering his strength, and his body shot out like a missile, reaching over ten meters high. However, he couldn't jump to the top of the wall and had to use his light body skill to the fullest, slashing the wall with his yellow-grade long knife to gain more height.

However, the electrified steel wire at the top of the wall shocked him. He hastily stabbed the wall with his long knife to stabilize himself, not daring to climb further. Even so, he was drenched in cold sweat. If he had recklessly climbed, he could have been instantly electrocuted to ashes.

"Bang!" Shitou, who was chasing him, leaped up and landed not far below Li Mang. He didn't use a knife but punched the wall to fix his body, showing his formidable strength.

"Humph... Down!" Li Mang's eyes turned cold, and he drew his sword, falling down to stomp on Shitou's head.

Shitou's face changed, and he punched the side of the concrete wall, causing a loud boom as his entire fist sank into it. He then pulled out his original fist to dodge Li Mang's stomp from above.

Normally, Li Mang would have continued to fall after leaving the yellow-grade long knife, but Shitou underestimated Li Mang's strength. Seeing his stomp miss, Li Mang also punched the wall.

"Bang!"

The solid wall was punched through, and his fist was embedded in it, enough to support his body from falling. At the same time, Li Mang's yellow-grade long knife flashed, slashing toward Shitou.

Shitou's face changed again, not expecting Li Mang to be so tenacious. He couldn't stay on the wall any longer and kicked the wall with all his strength, causing his body to bounce backward. He dodged Li Mang's attack but lost his support and continued to fall.

"Bang!" The floor below was shattered by Shitou's fall, but he wasn't injured. A ten-meter drop was nothing to Shitou, far from enough to harm him.

Temporarily escaping Shitou's pursuit, Li Mang didn't feel relieved. Looking back from his height, he saw a large number of people rushing toward him.

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