Chapter 784 - Won’t Kill You? Impossible

Chapter 784: Won’t Kill You? Impossible

Just as One-Eyed Wolf said that, Yun Jian had already killed the last man in the group who had first pounced for her but turned to flee with just one stab.
She was also tainted with blood currently. All of the red belonged to those who turned away in hopes of escaping. When these unnerving crimson blood stained Yun Jian’s clothes, it added a sense of eeriness to the terror in the atmosphere.
One-Eyed Wolf and Brother Peng were shaking in fear. When they snapped out of it, Yun Jian was already walking to them with a butterfly knife in her hand that hung loosely by her side—the blade that pointed to the ground was still slowly dripping in blood.
As Yun Jian made her way to them, blood dripped and splattered everywhere she passed.
One-Eyed Wolf was horrified.
Nan City was not exactly large. One-Eyed Wolf was a mere mob boss of a small place in Nan City and only had one to two thousand members in his gang.
He was unable to handle Yun Jian’s intimidating presence and was already shaking despite his tense state. He was petrified when Yun Jian walked over and immediately begged for his life, “No—no… Please, don’t kill me. I believe that you’re Slaying God. I believe it, don’t kill me!”
As he spoke, One-Eyed Wolf had already kneeled down facing where Yun Jian was coming from.
She was Slaying God! Who would dare provoke her?
One-Eyed Wolf’s bluster was all gone now.
“Do you think you can still stay alive when you know about my identity?” Yun Jian was currently in front of the men.
“I—I…” One-Eyed Wolf began to say but Yun Jian had swung her knife down at him.
With the sound of blade piercing flesh, she had fatally stabbed the man before he could react to it.
There was no way Brother Peng could get out of this now that One-Eyed Wolf was already dead.
When he and his lackeys saw how bloodthirsty Yun Jian was, their first thought was to flee. It was just that they were killed before they made it far.
The sun was almost setting now. Red washed over the sky in the form of a drifting cloud.
The place was painted crimson. It had been a long time since Yun Jian felt like she was back in her previous life.
She was loathsome, resenting these criminals who abducted innocent citizens.
She was abducted when she was younger in her past life as well. By the time she had managed to find her way home, her parents had passed away from searching for her, leaving her younger brother alone and bullied in the orphanage.
Yes, she was unluckier than Qing You, so she did not want the latter’s family to continue misunderstanding her.
To Yun Jian, she thought that even death was not enough to punish people like One-Eyed Wolf who destroyed happy families for money.
Brother Lin was trembling from where he stood. Everything Yun Jian had done today felt like a nightmare that shook Brother Lin thoroughly and engulfed him in endless fear.
When Yun Jian turned back around, Brother Lin was the only man alive other than Qin Yirou who was still unconscious in the Ferrari sports car and the ground filled with corpses.
“You… you said you won’t kill me…” Brother Lin gulped when he watched Yun Jian come for him, shaking, but could not help reminding.
“Won’t kill you…” Yun Jian repeated softly.
Her soft murmur in addition to the darkening sky as well as the dead bodies scattered around were shiver-inducing.
Just when Brother Lin took a deep breath and thought that he had gotten Yun Jian’s assurance that he had already escaped the summon of death… “That’s impossible,” said Yun Jian as her butterfly knife drew a bewitching arc in the air.
When Brother Lin heard Yun Jian’s voice, his heart squeezed as he looked up abruptly only to see the knife in her hand stabbing into him fatally. He did not even get to say a final word as he fell backward.
At the same time, the last red hue from the sun was concealed by the clouds.
“I need to change my knife again…” Yun Jian chuckled airily in the silent night, her tone slightly mocking, but her words went with the wind, disappearing into the night sky without a trace.