pjbooks Chapter 113 In front of the officials, tear off your mask!
Chapter 113 In front of the officials, tear off your mask!
A hundred aspects.
It turned out to be the纨绔子弟 (spoiled brat) he had personally killed, Li Wei's father?
"Um……"
The stinging pain from the backlash felt like being pricked by needles.
Chen Yifan's mental strength value flashed wildly on the panel.
[Mental Strength -210!]
[Mental strength restored to 1000/1000]
[Mental Strength -188!]
[Mental strength restored to 1000/1000]
……
The brain switches rapidly between complete collapse and absolute clarity at a rate of dozens of times per second.
This kind of torture is enough to destroy anyone's will.
But Chen Yifan did not.
The extreme pain brought about extreme clarity.
This life-or-death confrontation, lasting less than a second, gave him a very direct understanding of the terror of the man before him.
A near-desperate realization.
Li Jianhong.
Or rather, a monster disguised as Li Jianhong.
His unconscious mental defenses nearly killed him.
If it weren't for this mythical ring, he would already be an idiot lying in the ruins.
How can we fight like this?
A single mental backlash from the opponent could bring him to the brink of death; the difference in levels is not an insurmountable barrier.
It's an insurmountable barrier.
run?
The thought only flashed through his mind for a moment before he extinguished it himself.
Before a legendary assassin, especially before a king of assassins with such a bizarre profession as the "Thousand-Faced Life Thief".
His Shadow Step and Mimicry.
It's just a child's trick.
Where could he possibly run to?
As long as Bai Xiang thinks of him, no matter where he escapes to, he will only be meat on the chopping block.
A direct confrontation?
It's a joke.
All his trump cards were as fragile as paper in the face of a true legendary powerhouse.
Dead end.
A complete and utter dead end.
No.
Chen Yifan's gaze suddenly shifted to the man not far away who was wielding two guns and efficiently clearing the area.
Night Eyes.
Dragon Kingdom Special Operations Division.
This group of people went to great lengths, creating a god and throwing out "key fragments" as bait, all to catch the big fish, Bai Xiang.
Now, the fish are right under their noses.
Disguised as a harmless koi, I watched them put on a good show.
The only way out is to completely bind these high-ranking official lackeys to their own war machine.
He had to light the bomb himself.
In front of everyone, he threw it at Ye Tong's feet.
This forced them to take action!
Let the gods fight the gods!
And he, a mere mortal, might be able to steal a sliver of hope from the eye of this storm of gods battling it out.
even……
They stole unexpected benefits.
Risk is his life.
But this is his only path.
The moment that thought solidified, all the fear and confusion in Chen Yifan's heart evaporated.
Crisis is also accompanied by opportunity.
He moved.
Under the cover of the explosion, the figure bypassed the chaotic crowd, its toes brushing past the still convulsing corpses.
Every step he took landed amidst the roar of gunfire and the howling of energy, seamlessly integrating his presence into the battlefield.
Finally, he stopped behind Ye Tong.
This position is extremely tricky.
He used his tall, imposing figure to completely block the view from the VIP seats.
Now, if Bai Xiangruo wants to attack him, Ye Tong, the powerful official captain, is the first human shield.
A voice cut through all the noise of the battlefield.
"Captain Nighteye"
As Night Eyes opened fire, the muscles in her back instantly tensed like iron.
An unfamiliar presence silently approached him from behind.
He didn't even have time to turn around before his fighting instincts drove him to retaliate.
But he stopped.
Ye Tong suddenly turned around, her pupils behind her gold-rimmed glasses contracting sharply.
Chen Yifan.
The "bait" or "pawn" he saw was standing less than a meter behind him.
He was so close that he could smell the lingering smell of gunpowder and blood on the other person.
On that still somewhat boyish face, there was no panic of someone who had survived a disaster.
There was only one quality that even Ye Tong herself was intimately familiar with: an absolute calmness that disregarded everything.
Chen Yifan's gaze passed over Ye Tong's shoulder and, like two red-hot nails, was fixed on the only unmoving figure in the VIP section.
"Don't waste bullets."
A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips.
"Isn't the fish you're trying to catch just watching the show over there?"
The words fell.
All the Nightingale agents on the square who were carrying out the clearing mission froze in their tracks.
They followed Chen Yifan's gaze.
The VIP seating area was in a complete mess.
The panicked dignitaries had already fled, leaving only a middle-aged man in a suit sitting there.
He even straightened his tie, which had been ruffled by the wind.
It was as if the explosions, massacres, and pools of blood around him were just a fireworks display that had nothing to do with him.
The Nightingale agents looked at Chen Yifan with disbelief.
How did he know?
How could an F-rank thief possibly see through the disguise of the legendary assassin, Hundred Faces?
The only one who didn't show surprise was Ye Tong.
He instinctively wanted to take a step back and create distance between himself and Chen Yifan.
Chen Yifan, however, clung to Ye Tong like a leech, moving forward in tandem, always maintaining that dangerous distance that would allow Ye Tong to shield him from bullets.
Night Eyes is not retreating.
A deep sense of amusement flashed in his eyes behind his glasses.
You want to use him as a shield?
interesting.
On the other side, Li Jianhong's face showed just the right amount of fear and confusion, his acting switching was seamless.
He stood up, spread his hands in the direction of Ye Tong, and looked extremely innocent.
"I...I'm just a businessman! I was so scared my legs went weak, is that wrong?"
His voice trembled, and his eyes were filled with the fear of ordinary citizens facing violence.
"Young man, are you too frightened and seeing things?"
This performance was enough to convince anyone who was unaware of the truth.
Ye Tong did not give the order, but simply watched quietly, waiting for a reason that would allow him to disregard the rules and take action against a Jiangcheng tycoon and major taxpayer on the spot.
"Yeah?"
Chen Yifan smiled.
His smile held both pity and mockery.
Facing countless surprised and uncertain gazes, he took a step forward and stepped out completely from behind Ye Tong.
Alone, he faced Li Jianhong's unfathomable eyes.
At the same time, he put his hand into his pocket.
next moment.
He slowly pulled out the jet-black fragment of [Agern's Gaze] and exposed it to the air.
The moment the fragments appeared, Li Jianhong's body suddenly froze.
All the expressions on his face—anger, grievance, and fear—vanished completely at that moment.
Instead, there is an undisguised greed and desire that originates from the depths of the soul!
"You should recognize this, right?"
Chen Yifan weighed the fragment in his hand, which was trembling wildly and emitting a silent wail, as if showing off a newly acquired toy.
"It's telling me..."
"You smell exactly like it."
He raised his eyes, his face showing only the resolute determination to overturn the chessboard.
"The Hundred Aspects"
"Stop acting."