44: Chapter 44 Strike First

Striking first is definitely good.

But it's not necessarily appropriate.

Especially now.

If Han Jingyang were to strike first and kill He Dingkun, it would certainly be satisfying.

But the consequences would also be clear; he and his family would face crazy retaliation from Dingshen Group and He Dingkun's family.

Although he didn't show any weakness in front of He Dingkun, displaying a fearless and tough stance, in reality, he was still a bit afraid—afraid that his relatives and friends might be harmed.

No matter how capable he was, he was still a mortal, a mortal with feelings, a mortal with faith.

What was his faith?

It was family affection.

Anyone who touched his relatives and friends would be violating his faith.

That is not an exaggeration at all.

He Dingkun said that family affection is a weakness of ordinary people.

That's correct.

But likewise, family affection can also become the source of power for ordinary people to unleash all their energy.

All things carry yin and embrace yang.

Family affection is like this.

Human nature is also like this.

No one is an exception.

Therefore, a ball of rage was brewing in Han Jingyang's chest, the kind that could erupt at any moment.

At this moment, He Dingkun tapped Han Jingyang's chest twice with his cane: "Young man, we will meet again. But by then, you will no longer have the qualifications to stand and talk to me. I, He Dingkun, do what I say. Since you chose to oppose me, you must bear the corresponding consequences."

After finishing, he turned and left.

Beside him, Liu Jing was so angry that her nostrils flared. She gripped the kangxi war sword in her hand tightly, her whole body tense, the tip of the blade pointing at He Dingkun, ready to pounce and slash He Dingkun at any moment.

Although this sword was a newly bought craft sword, it wasn't even sharpened.

But if it really came to killing someone, it wouldn't be a problem, only the damage effect wouldn't be very consistent.

He Dingkun, however, was not afraid and smiled at Liu Jing: "Little girl, I saw that video. Your sword technique is not bad; you are good material. It's a pity you have the killing intent but not the will to kill. You can't kill people like this. Sword technique must see blood to advance further; otherwise, it will always be just for show."

As he spoke, he even touched the blade of the kangxi war sword: "Look at you, you don't even dare to sharpen it, how can you talk about killing?"

Then he patted Liu Jing's shoulder: "If I were you, I would resign now and take my family, especially that grandmother of yours who came back from the dead, and leave Quancheng overnight. Otherwise, I will personally wring that old lady's neck. Not everyone is qualified to enjoy the opportunity of returning from the dead. Hahahaha..."

Liu Jing's eyes turned red.

The veins on her hands gripping the sword bulged.

Her breathing was as rapid as a pulled bellows.

She was infuriated.

Han Jingyang walked to Liu Jing's side, gently patted her shoulder, blocked her behind him, and sneered at He Dingkun: "He Dingkun, you can only scare little girls who haven't seen the world now. Get out, you're dirtying my floor."

Then he shouted towards the inner room: "Shen Lele, come out and mop the floor—"

A moment later, Shen Lele ran out carrying a mop, glaring at He Dingkun with murderous intent.

Others might fear He Dingkun, but Shen Lele certainly didn't.

Moreover, she had heard everything He Dingkun said to threaten Liu Jing.

Bullying Han Jingyang is fine.

Bullying Liu Jing is not allowed!

But after all, she was just a little girl, and she didn't dare to actually hit someone with a mop. She could only wave it wildly at He Dingkun's feet, shouting impatiently: "Move aside, move aside, don't affect my cleaning..."

He Dingkun smiled and pointed at Han Jingyang: "Kid, we will meet again."

Then he turned and left.

Han Jingyang cupped his hands: "Boss He, we will not meet again."

At the moment he cupped his hands, a small Vajra Pestle appeared in his palm, and a white light flew out like a sharp sword, heading straight for He Dingkun's back.

"Name: Qing Jiaqing White Copper Vajra Pestle."

"Grade: Rank 7."

"Attribute: Demon Suppression +1."

"Skill: Soul Destruction."

He didn't know what the Demon Suppression attribute was, and it didn't matter; it was only 1 point anyway, optional.

But the skill was a good skill.

Soul Destruction sounds like an attack skill targeting the mental level.

It truly kills without a trace; even the most brilliant criminal investigation methods couldn't crack it.

This was also a small item he had just collected the day before yesterday.

He originally wanted to keep it as a trump card, but he didn't expect it to come in handy now.

A few seconds ago, he was still hesitating whether to use this powerful weapon.

But at the moment He Dingkun turned around, the suppressed rage instantly erupted, and a desire to kill arose!

If he kills, he kills.

People like He Dingkun deserve to die.

Furthermore, since they had already torn off the mask, even for the safety of himself and his relatives and friends, he had to make a move.

To hell with thinking twice before acting.

However, the invincible white light suddenly disappeared without a sound just as it was about to enter He Dingkun's body.

What happened?

Han Jingyang was stunned.

But there was no time to think more, and he took out a thumb-sized jade cicada from his pocket.

This jade cicada was typical of the "Han Eight Cuts" craftsmanship, with a dull patina, and a dark red blood stain inside. It looked quite ugly, but it was a genuine Han Dynasty jade burial object.

Jade burial object, also called Jade Han, was a burial item placed in the orifices of the deceased during the Qin and Han dynasties.

There are many such cicada-shaped jade burial objects in existence, and they are everywhere on the market, just with varying quality.

This one of his had blood stains and decent carving, and it only cost 860.

"Name: Eastern Han Dushan Jade Carved Cicada Burial Object."

"Grade: Rank 6."

"Attribute: Eerie +3."

"Skill: Blood-Light Calamity."

The skill was activated.

The blue light headed straight for He Dingkun.

However, it was still like a clay ox entering the sea, not causing even the slightest ripple.

Han Jingyang was shocked, and for a moment, he didn't know what to do.

These were the only two items with offensive skills he had on hand right now.

One was Rank 7, one was Rank 6, yet neither caused any damage to He Dingkun, which made him completely panic.

Having used two killing moves in a row, yet not even cutting a single hair off He Dingkun, what could he use to deal with He Dingkun?

His items couldn't do anything to He Dingkun, and the words he said just now in confrontation became a joke.

The most critical thing was that he had completely offended He Dingkun; what could he use to parry He Dingkun's next counterattack?

Fight for his life?

In a head-on confrontation, a hundred of him added together wouldn't be a match for He Dingkun.

What to do?

For a moment, Han Jingyang had absolutely no way, and could only watch He Dingkun and the woman in sportswear leave.

Once He Dingkun left, Liu Jing could no longer hold the sword in her hand. Her battle record was quite glorious—fighting so many adult strong men alone while remaining unscathed—which was already very impressive among ordinary people.

However, facing a powerful figure like He Dingkun, the overwhelming mental pressure was the most terrifying, even if He Dingkun was so old that he had trouble walking.

Shen Lele remained fearless, but hurriedly supported Liu Jing: "Sister Jingjing, don't be afraid. With me here, that He person won't dare to do anything."

As she spoke, she glared at Han Jingyang: "You only know how to brag. If you really had the ability, why don't you kill that He person now? You call yourself a Feng Shui Master and a metaphysical expert; you're just a liar."

Liu Jing raised her hand and knocked on Shen Lele's head, then asked, still shaken: "Boss, what should we do now? He, he won't really..."

Han Jingyang took a deep breath and said calmly: "He won't have the chance."

"Really?"

"When have I ever bragged?"

As Han Jingyang spoke, he directly dialed Shen Yuhai's phone number.