Extraordinary Realm from Persuasion System

Chapter 552: Chapter 204: Qi Control, Flying Knife Slices Bullet!!

What difference does it make if officials and bandits protect each other?

Anyone who crosses Zhang Beixing is in for serious trouble!

Zhang Beixing radiated a murderous aura.

Seeing him like this, a daring idea formed in Lin Pengfei’s mind. He asked hesitantly, ”Master, are you possibly planning to...”

”Forcefully kill!”

Zhang Beixing slowly articulated these two words, which greatly startled Lin Pengfei.

He knew Zhang Beixing was resolute and vengeful, never tolerating injustice. However, the people here were not merely members of a criminal organization; forces from the Tai Luo Kingdom’s police were also involved.

Yet, Zhang Beixing still intended to go up and forcefully kill them! This... Lin Pengfei was astounded. True to form, Master is so bad-ass! he then thought, his heart surging with emotion. He looked at Zhang Beixing. ”Master, shall I join you?”

Zhang Beixing shook his head. ”No need. You’re too weak. Find a safe place and stay put. Don’t cause me any trouble.”

Ah, this... Lin Pengfei was at a loss for words.

Although he knew Zhang Beixing was speaking the unvarnished truth, the bluntness of it was still somewhat hurtful.

Lin Pengfei’s mouth twitched. In the end, he said nothing, merely nodding before parting ways with Zhang Beixing and running off to hide.

Once Lin Pengfei was hidden, Zhang Beixing looked towards the car.

He saw that many had already boarded, with only a few people lingering outside.

After a quick count and assessing their positions, Zhang Beixing finalized his plan. He drew a Hidden Weapon from his waist and, without hesitation, threw it directly at the men outside!

SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH—

The Hidden Weapon tore through the air, kicking up gusts of wind.

In an instant, the Hidden Weapons reached their targets.

SPLAT SPLAT—

Caught completely off guard, their flesh and blood splattered.

Those who had been chatting jovially with the fat police officer and the scar-faced man moments before now had their words caught in their throats.

A throwing knife had pierced each of their skulls.

Brain matter mixed with blood oozed from the wounds.

Their pupils dilated, and their bodies uncontrollably toppled backward, crashing to the ground with dull thuds.

!!!

This sudden turn of events caught everyone completely by surprise.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, chaos erupted.

”Ambush! There’s an ambush!”

”Quick, find cover!”

People screamed in terror, scrambling for shelter.

Inside a car, the scar-faced man watched in horror as the bodies crumpled before him.

He had been standing right where one of the corpses now lay just moments before.

If I hadn’t gotten into the car a second sooner, that would be me lying dead!

”What the hell is going on?!” he yelled, panicking.

That brush with death was terrifying.

But no one present could answer him; they were all equally bewildered, completely failing to grasp the situation.

Only the fat police officer, observing the gruesome deaths outside and the specific throwing knives embedded in their skulls, seemed to realize something.

He swallowed hard, trying to suppress the fear rising in his heart. ”Zhang Beixing!”

The scar-faced man was taken aback. ”What did you say?”

”I said, Zhang Beixing!” the fat police officer repeated, pointing at the corpses on the ground.

”When I was looking up Zhang Beixing’s information, his customs records showed he possessed this exact style of throwing knife!”

”Zhang Beixing is incredibly strong, and he has a grudge against us. This has to be his doing!”

”He must have tracked us down!” the fat police officer concluded.

Hearing this, the scar-faced man’s expression turned grim.

As a member of the organization, he knew of Zhang Beixing—knew how formidable and troublesome he was.

He was painfully aware of how precarious their situation had become.

Especially now, with them exposed and their enemy hidden.

And who knew from what angle Zhang Beixing would strike next?

”So, what now?” the scar-faced man asked, clutching the cold firearm in his hand as he peered through the car window at the empty, muddy road ahead.

”I don’t know. Maybe we just ignore him and drive off?” the fat police officer suggested.

If they drove, Zhang Beixing might not be able to stop them.

After all, however incredible his throwing knives were, could they really penetrate the car’s bulletproof glass and steel plating?

Once they drove away from here and reported back to headquarters, they could easily accuse Zhang Beixing of maliciously attacking the police and have him officially arrested.

The scar-faced man realized this too and was just about to nod in agreement when, at that very moment—

SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH—

HISS HISS HISS—

As if sensing their thoughts, Zhang Beixing appeared. He struck again, several throwing knives whistling through the air to puncture the car’s tires.

Air hissed out, and the tires visibly deflated.

”Damn it!” Cursing, the scar-faced man slammed his fist into the seat.

Zhang Beixing clearly wasn’t planning to leave them any way out!

”Damn it! Everyone out! We fight him!” the scar-faced man yelled. The car was wrecked; staying inside was pointless.

Worse, it would become a steel cage trapping them.

After all, Zhang Beixing’s greatest threat wasn’t his Hidden Weapons—it was his own terrifying personal strength!

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The situation had escalated to a point of no return, a fact made abundantly clear by Zhang Beixing’s unhesitating and ruthless assault.