255: Chapter 255 Kid, you're really tough.

"Slap!"

A crisp sound of a slap almost drowned out the waves.

The smile on Wang Laoliu's face froze, and his outstretched arms were still suspended in mid-air.

He stared at Xu Zhixia, thinking, Is she fucking a doctor, having such immense strength?

"Wang Laoliu, aren't you a professional mercenary?"

"Since you are a professional, didn't your boss teach you that one must have a sense of contract when dealing with people?"

Wang Laoliu turned his slapped head back, a clear five-fingerprint visible on his face.

Instead of getting angry, he stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth that had been hit, the lust in his eyes growing even stronger.

"Interesting."

"So fucking interesting."

He lowered his arms. Far from retaliating, he stepped forward, almost pressing against Xu Zhixia's body.

"I just like your type."

"When intellectuals get angry, they still carry an air of scholarly refinement. It's completely different from those brawling bitches, possessing a unique flavor of its own."

Wang Laoliu's gaze wandered unscrupulously over her face, neck, and chest.

"I just love pinning calm and rational women like you to the ground, watching you cry and hearing you scream... You should still have that scholarly air even when you scream..."

As he spoke, his rough hand reached out to touch Xu Zhixia's face.

Xu Zhixia subconsciously wanted to step back, but right behind her was a reef, leaving her with nowhere to retreat.

Just as that dirty hand was about to touch Xu Zhixia's delicate skin...

"Wang Laoliu, selling me out wasn't enough, and now you want to touch my woman?" A voice interrupted him.

Everyone looked toward the source of the voice, and it was Lin Fan.

"Lin Fan!"

Song Ya's crying abruptly stopped. She couldn't believe her eyes and rubbed them hard, but that figure was still clearly standing there.

Ecstasy instantly diluted all her despair and sorrow, and her tears broke the levy once more. This time, however, they were tears of joy.

Wang Laoliu's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

That kid...

He actually didn't die?!

Jumping down from such a high reef, below were submerged rocks capable of crushing a person's bones, along with man-eating undercurrents.

How was this possible?

"It seems you've been quite imposing while I was away." Lin Fan walked onto the beach.

Wang Laoliu looked at Lin Fan, his eyes filled with nothing but question marks and panic.

This kid had a life as tough as a cockroach!

His gaze fell on the gun in Lin Fan's hand. Without the slightest hesitation, his body abruptly spun around, and he grabbed Song Ya, who hadn't yet recovered from her ecstasy, by the side.

"Urgh!"

Song Ya was choked so hard by his immense force that she couldn't catch her breath.

Wang Laoliu locked her neck with his arm, blocking his whole body with her in front of him. At the same time, his other free hand pulled a dagger from his waist, the blade pressing directly against Song Ya's neck.

"Don't move!"

Wang Laoliu growled low at Lin Fan, the trace of lust and complacency on his face vanishing without a trace.

"If you take one more step forward, I'll bleed her out first!"

Using Song Ya's body as a shield, he retreated step by step, attempting to create a safe distance.

Lin Fan stopped in his tracks.

He looked at Song Ya, who was being used as a hostage, then at Wang Laoliu, who wore a guarded expression, and suddenly smiled.

"Wang Laoliu, do you think you've already won?"

"Cut the fucking crap!" Wang Laoliu's eyes were gloomy. "You have a gun in your hand, and I have a hostage. If you have the guts, shoot right now."

He was certain Lin Fan wouldn't dare.

Although this intern was ruthless, towards his own people, he still seemed to have that somewhat ridiculous sentiment.

"Shoot! Aren't you quite capable? Hit right here!" Wang Laoliu tapped Song Ya's fair neck with the dagger, leaving a shallow red mark.

"Let's see if you can hit it."

"Lin Fan... don't worry about me..." Song Ya spoke. For her, as long as Lin Fan was alive, it was enough.

"If you're a man, let her go."

Lin Fan looked at Wang Laoliu and slowly spoke, "The two of us, one-on-one."

Wang Laoliu was stunned for a moment, then let out a low, cold sneer.

One-on-one?

A just-graduated intern wanted to go one-on-one with a professional killer who had crawled out of a pile of dead bodies?

"Kid, has your brain been soaked and ruined by seawater?"

Lin Fan ignored his taunts. He raised his hand and threw the handgun far away.

For Lin Fan, he might not be accurate with this gun anyway. Throwing it away could instead lower Wang Laoliu's guard.

Wang Laoliu's laughter stopped.

Song Ya and Xu Zhixia were also completely dumbfounded.

He... he threw the gun away?

That was their only reliance right now!

"Idiot."

Wang Laoliu looked at the gun on the sandy ground, the contempt in his eyes almost overflowing.

For the sake of a woman, he actually gave up his only weapon for survival.

He was truly a complete asshole.

Close-combat fighting?

He, Wang Laoliu, had snapped the necks of rebels barehanded in the jungles of Africa.

In the alleyways of the Middle East, he had silently slit the throats of seven people with a single dagger.

The people he had killed were more than the meals this kid had eaten.

This intern indeed had some brains, and his skills were also much stronger than an ordinary person's.

But so what?

In front of absolute strength and experience, any fancy tricks were just bullshit.

"Kid, your life is truly tough."

Wang Laoliu stared at Lin Fan, the muscles on his face twitching slightly due to excitement.

"But you're also truly stupid."

The moment his voice fell, Wang Laoliu shoved Song Ya away from in front of him.

Of course he had time to kill Song Ya with a knife and then attack Lin Fan.

But that way, he would have one less sacrifice the next time that snake came out, so this little white flower in front of him was still useful to keep around.

He didn't look at the discarded handgun again, nor did he give Lin Fan any more time to react.

In his view, this battle was already over.

His entire body charged straight toward Lin Fan at an astonishing speed that completely mismatched his physique!

With no superfluous movements, holding the knife in his right hand, relying on past experience, the moment he approached Lin Fan he could achieve a fatal throat-slit with a single strike...