22: Chapter 22 A Decisive Strike (Part Two)

Ding Qing's pace didn't falter for even a moment.

He faced the hail of bullets and continued forward!

That figure, ignoring the bullets and pressing closer step by step, looked like a demon god crawling out from the depths of Hell.

All common sense and all training were completely crushed at this moment.

Immense fear, like a cold tide, instantly submerged the bodyguards who were firing.

"Mon... Monster!!!"

"He... He can't be killed?!"

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!!"

Screams of collapse rang out; some tried to back away, while others' fingers grew stiff with fear, leaving them unable to pull their triggers again.

Ding Qing gave a cold snort, and his figure suddenly accelerated!

His silhouette charged into the chaotic crowd like a phantom.

There were no complex Moves, only the most primitive and violent crushing force.

One punch!

A bodyguard who was trying to raise his gun and aim was struck as if hit by a high-speed truck.

His entire chest caved in, and the suit on his back suddenly tore and exploded outward.

The man flew backward over a dozen meters like a tattered sack, crashing into and collapsing a decorative fountain.

A sweeping kick!

The air let out an overburdened shriek.

The waists of two bodyguards snapped like fragile twigs, twisting into bizarre shapes as they collapsed to the ground with miserable cries.

A casual grab!

A bodyguard's neck was caught in Ding Qing's pincer-like hand like a small chick.

Before he could even struggle, the sound of his cervical vertebrae shattering rang out clearly like a dry branch snapping, and his body instantly went limp.

He swept away all resistance like dead leaves! His momentum was unstoppable!

Ding Qing was like a human-shaped storm; wherever he passed, the sounds of snapping bones, wretched wails, and breaking objects blended into one.

Anything that tried to block him, whether a human body or cover, was turned to dust under his absolute strength.

His arms, covered by the nine Body-Suppressing Veinss, were indestructible siege hammers.

Ding Qing pushed forward all the way, stepping over the mess on the ground and the painful groans, heading straight for the brightly lit and magnificent main building at the deepest part of the manor.

BANG—!!!

The two heavy solid wood doors of the main building, carved with intricate patterns, were like paper in front of him.

No keys, no technique—just a simple, direct, and overbearingly arrogant kick!

The entire door, along with its hinges, was blown inward as if by an explosion, bursting apart with a roar.

Splintered wood flew like rain!

Inside the door was a classical-style reception hall that was luxurious to the extreme and massive in scale.

Crystal chandeliers emitted a soft yet cold light, reflecting off expensive Persian carpets and mahogany furniture.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the hall was like frozen ice.

Zhang Tianhao, a tall and thin middle-aged man wearing a dark Tang suit, had an aquiline nose and eyes that were gloomy and sharp.

He was forcing himself to maintain his composure, but his knuckles were already white from gripping the mahogany chair's armrests, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging.

Zhou Zhengxiong, who was relatively burly, had the fat on his face trembling, his eyes a mix of shock, fury, and disbelief.

He subconsciously reached for his waist but found nothing, so he could only stare fixedly at the doorway.

Behind them were seven or eight personal guards whose Auras were clearly much stronger than the bodyguards outside, their temples bulging high.

They were all as if facing a great enemy, their faces pale, their bodies tensed to the limit, and their palms soaked with cold sweat.

Ding Qing's figure, like a demon god, stepped over the broken door panels and through the drifting dust into this magnificent "palace."

His tall frame almost blocked the entire ruptured doorframe.

The shadow of his hat's brim covered most of his face, revealing only a jawline as cold and hard as if carved by a knife and axe, along with tightly pursed thin lips.

Under his tattered hoodie, muscles knotted like iron and the nine Body-Suppressing Veinss, which coiled over them and emitted a fierce Aura, were faintly visible.

A thick, inescapable scent of blood and Evil Qi instantly filled the entire space, making it hard for people to breathe.

He slowly raised his head.

From under the shadow of the brim, those cold eyes, devoid of any human emotional fluctuation,

Were like sharp swords, bypassing those terrified bodyguards and pinning themselves straight onto the ashen faces of Zhang Tianhao and Zhou Zhengxiong.

His voice wasn't loud, yet it exploded in the deathly silent hall like a clap of thunder.

It carried an overbearing dominance that crushed everything and an unquestionable murderous intent:

"I'm here."

"Where is the person?"

Ding Qing's voice wasn't loud.

But those three words, "I'm here," carried a tangible, bloody pressure.

Zhang Tianhao only felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head.

His heart was squeezed by an invisible giant hand, almost stopping its beat.

He had seen ruthless men before.

He had even kept desperate criminals as subordinates.

But he had never felt such a pure, such a non-human sense of oppression.

How was the young man before him still a college student?

He was clearly a prehistoric Vicious Beast in human skin, just emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!

He finally understood—completely understood.

Why that cold-faced slaughterer codenamed "Mountain Eagle" from the Abnormal Events Task Force had remained silent.

Why a figure like Old Daoist Huang, who was as elusive as a divine dragon, would be full of praise after meeting Ding Qing...

This was simply not an existence that their level or their methods could deal with.

In that ghostly place of Phoenix Mountain, only a monster like this could lead people out!

"Hahaha, little brother, why such a big temper? Let's sit down and talk slowly!"

Zhang Tianhao laughed heartily.

He even waved his hand at the bodyguards who had rushed in from outside.

"What are you all doing? Can't you see it's little brother Ding Qing? This is my honored guest. Now, all of you, get out!"

"Oh? I'm an honored guest too? President Zhang's way of hospitality is indeed quite interesting."

Ding Qing gave a cold laugh, and with a 'crack,' he snapped the neck of the bodyguard in his hand.

Like throwing away trash, he casually tossed him at Zhang Tianhao's feet.

"What does President Zhang think of my return gesture? Is it qualified? Is it forceful enough?"

Everyone's expression shifted.

Zhang Tianhao had thought that even if the young man had strength, he could easily manipulate him.

But he never expected Ding Qing to be someone who was immune to both the carrot and the stick.

"Good!"

Zhang Tianhao clapped his hands in praise.

"Truly a young man. President Zhou, look, how much he resembles the two of us back then. Truly young and aggressive, but if one isn't aggressive, can they still be called a young man..."

"Are you done with the nonsense?"

Ding Qing stomped his foot, and the floor beneath him instantly shattered into pieces.

"Hand over the person and you can live. Otherwise, I will leave neither chicken nor dog alive in your Zhang and Zhou families!"

Zhang Tianhao wanted to explain, wanted to defend himself, wanted to bring out that set of coercive and enticing rhetoric.

But he found that all words, under the gaze of Ding Qing's abyss-like eyes, appeared pale, ridiculous, and powerless.

He opened his mouth, but his throat only produced a "he-he" sound, like the wheezing of a broken bellows.

As for Zhou Zhengxiong beside him,

After the initial shock, he was suddenly overtaken by a surge of fury from having his dignity trampled in public, which completely broke through the dam of his reason.

He, Zhou Zhengxiong, had spent over half his life in the underworld of Spring City.

When had anyone ever barged through his door like this?

To smash his gates and stare at him like he was a dead man?

His excessive self-esteem gave birth to a distorted rage and extreme humiliation.

He only felt his face burning, as if invisible slaps were landing with a stinging sound.

"Fuck your mother!"

Zhou Zhengxiong slammed the table and stood up, his face flushed and distorted with anger as he pointed at Ding Qing and roared:

"Where the fuck do you think this is? You think you can act wild in front of me just because you killed a few pieces of trash? Break his limbs for me! I want him to speak while kneeling!!"

The last bit of luck and reason was completely extinguished by this foolish command.