42: Chapter 42 Snap of the Finger

The gray stone skin receded inch by inch, revealing the clothes, skin, and hair beneath.

Captain Han's eyes moved.

Tieshan's chest began to heave.

The few people behind also slowly regained their breath.

A few seconds later, Captain Han snapped his eyes open, gasping for air.

"I... I'm alive..." he murmured, looking down at his hands in disbelief.

Tieshan also woke up, trembling all over, kneeling on the ground and unable to get up for a long time.

The four people behind were huddled together, weeping with joy.

"We're alive! We're still alive!"

"That's great! That's great!"

"I knew it, heaven won't take us..."

"Too noisy."

A voice came from the front.

Like a basin of ice water, it instantly extinguished everyone's voices.

The six people turned their heads in unison, looking ahead.

On the sofa sat a middle-aged man.

With an ordinary appearance and wearing ordinary clothes, he looked just like any middle-aged uncle returning home from work.

Wang Dashan raised his hand.

He flicked his index finger gently.

"Snap."

A bolt of lightning struck down from the void, landing precisely on the person behind who had been the loudest.

There was no scream.

No struggle.

That person instantly turned into a pile of ash, not even a residue left.

The air in the room instantly went silent.

Captain Han's pupils constricted violently.

Tieshan's face was as pale as paper.

The remaining three people collapsed onto the floor, trembling like chaff.

Wang Dashan withdrew his hand and leaned back on the sofa: "Be quiet, my daughter is watching TV."

Daughter?

Captain Han turned his head sharply, looking to the side of the sofa.

There, a little girl was hugging a rabbit doll, staring intently at the TV, occasionally gesturing with her hands.

It was the little girl from the doorway.

Wang Lin's sister.

Wang Xiaoyue.

Tieshan's brain exploded with a bang.

Daughter...

His daughter...

Then this man in front of him, isn't he... Wang Dashan?

The Wang Dashan whose "head he had been talking about twisting off" all day today!

The Wang Dashan who also had the character "Shan" in his name!

He actually wanted to lay a hand on such an existence?

Tieshan's legs began to go weak, and a warm stream gushed out from his crotch, flowing down his trouser leg.

He had pissed himself from fear.

A foul, pungent odor permeated the room.

Wang Dashan frowned slightly.

He raised his hand again.

He flicked it again.

Snap.

Another bolt of lightning fell.

This time it landed on Tieshan.

Tieshan didn't even have time to scream before following in the footsteps of the previous person.

He turned into a pile of ash, and even that puddle of urine was instantly evaporated completely.

The room became even quieter, and the foul odor also vanished.

Captain Han stood there, his legs shaking like noodles.

He looked at the two piles of ash on the floor, then at the man on the sofa, his mind blank.

Then his knees went weak.

Thump.

He knelt down.

The three people behind were already lying on the floor, not even daring to lift their heads.

Wang Dashan leaned on the sofa, watching him.

"Speak. What on earth is going on? What did you come to my house for?"

Captain Han's lips trembled, desperately trying to organize his words, but his brain couldn't function at all.

Speak? How to speak?

Say that he came to kill his whole family?

Say that because Wang Lin killed Commander Leí Héng, they came to kill Wang Lin's whole family?

Wouldn't saying such things be courting death?

He could only grit his teeth, kneeling there, not daring to say a word.

Maybe... maybe he could wait for a miracle?

Maybe this man was in a good mood and would let them go?

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

He didn't wait for a miracle.

He only heard one sound.

Snap.

A finger snap.

And then... and then there was no more then...

Because he instantly turned into a pile of ash on the floor.

The room went silent again.

The remaining three people were lying on the floor, trembling like chaff.

Tieshan was gone.

Captain Han was also gone now.

Now only the three small fry were left.

What to do?

What should they do now?

"Does anyone know what's going on?"

That voice sounded again, still so light, so indifferent.

The three people were lying on the floor, none of them daring to look up.

But one of them, whose brain was quick, suddenly realized something.

The captain was dead, what else did they have to worry about?

If he didn't speak now, the next one to die would be him!

"Me! I know! Sir, I know what's going on!"

Wang Dashan leaned on the sofa, watching him.

That person was overjoyed and was about to speak...

Wang Dashan raised his hand.

Snapped his fingers.

Snap.

The person's smile froze.

It was over.

He was going to die.

He closed his eyes, waiting for that bolt of lightning to strike down.

"Snap. Snap..."

Two bolts of lightning fell.

One second.

Two seconds.

Nothing.

He opened his eyes and found that he was still alive.

And on both sides... there were two more piles of ash.

The person knelt there, stiff all over, his mind blank.

Wang Dashan withdrew his hand and waved it casually.

A gust of wind blew by, picking up the five piles of ash on the floor, drifting out the window, and dissipating into the night.

The room was clean, as if nothing had ever happened.

Only then did Wang Dashan look at him.

"Alright. You speak."

The person knelt on the floor, trembling all over, but his brain finally started working.

He knew.

This was his only chance.

If he said one wrong word, he would end up like those five people.

He took a deep breath and, with the fastest Speed and clearest logic, explained everything.

From Commander Leí Héng being killed by Wang Lin, to Dark Blade investigating Wang Lin's background, to Captain Han leading a team to the east of the city for revenge...

He didn't dare to hide a single word.

Wang Dashan leaned on the sofa, listening quietly.

There was no expression on his face.

Until the person finished speaking, the room was silent for a few seconds.

Then Wang Dashan spoke.

"Commander Leí Héng is one of your people?"

The person nodded desperately: "Yes... yes, an outer member..."

"He struck first?"

"Yes... he wanted to snatch Wang Lin's points..."

"And lost?"

"No... didn't win..."

"And Commander Leí Héng is a LV3 Blade God who also injected a level 3 genetic serum?"

"Yes... yes..."

"Commander Leí Héng's strength is close to level 4?"

"N-no, that's right..."

"And Wang Lin is only level 2?"

"Yes... yes..."

Wang Dashan suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahaha... as expected of my son... well done..."

"Go back and tell your leader."

"I want to see him in person within two hours, otherwise I will kill everyone in Dark Blade..."

The person stiffened.

Two hours?

Kill everyone?

He was just about to answer when Li Xiulan on the side suddenly said: "Wang Xiaoyue needs to sleep in two hours."

Wang Dashan paused for a moment and turned to look at the clock on the wall.

7 o'clock.

Wang Xiaoyue usually goes to sleep at 9 o'clock.

He turned his head and looked at the person again.

That gaze was a few degrees colder than before.

"Change of plans, one hour... I want to see your leader within one hour."

"If I don't see him in one hour..."

He didn't finish his sentence, just raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Snap.

A wooden chair three meters behind the person instantly turned into ash.

The person looked at the pile of ash, his legs went soft.

"Did you understand?" Wang Dashan asked.

The person nodded desperately: "U-understood!"

"Then why are you still kneeling?"