The Immortal Ruins - Chapter 32 A Merciful Heart

The suburbs north of Yungang City.

A rugged, unlicensed off-road vehicle galloped along the main road.

The driver was a thin middle-aged man with a black beret and half a cigar in his mouth. The cigar lit up from time to time as he dragged on it.

“So, have you finished reading the files, Gui Hu?” Mr. Liu was sitting in the passenger seat in a simple alloy body armor over a neat, tight-fitting, white suit and canvas shoes.

Gui Hu took the cigar out of his mouth and replied: “Jiang Shaoliu is in his twenties and used to be a vet.”

There was a bump in the road ahead and Gui Hu pressed on the accelerator, sending the jeep flying over a meter into the air, landing ten meters away in a cloud of dust.

“Mr. Wolf, check this out!” Gui Hu grinned and his exposed neck skin became silvered. He turned his face to the window and spat out his cigar, which pummeled the road like a tiny meteor, cracking the asphalt. “Am I strong enough?”

Mr. Liu, who also went by the alias Mr Wolf in martial master circles, closed his eyes and shook his head. “No, I don’t want to look.”

“Hahaha!” Gui Hu laughed. Then he suddenly became serious: “Mr. Wolf, only someone with a second silver ring could defeat Sha Xing. This Jiang Shaoliu is pretty damn impressive.”

Mr. Liu opened his eyes and looked at him. “That’s why I turn to you.”

Gui Hu nodded and smiled, “So, do you think I’m awesome enough to take him on?”

Mr. Liu sighed. “Well, yes, you are.”

Gui Hu lit another cigar. “Jiang Shaoliu will die today.”

Jiang Shaoliu threw himself on the floor of the cave and covered his head with his hands.

Boom!

His hedgehog barbecue disappeared in a ball of flame and smoke, littering the cave with smoldering smithereens.

After going through the huge hedgehog carcass, several pieces of shrapnel hit him but couldn’t even pierce through his hedgehog-hide vest.

Jiang Shaoliu stood up with clenched fists. His stomach was growling and he was seeing red.

He was just about to eat that hedgehog.

Damn you, Gangxing Group!

He stormed out of the cave with homicidal fury.

The vines covering the mouth of the cave had been blown to bits. Jiang Shaoliu rushed out from the cave like a bolt of lightning, with muscles strained to burst and veins popping. Storm winds whirled around his fists.

Green flow burst from under Luo Dabiao’s feet as he rapidly retreated while reloading the rocket launcher for a second shot.

“Die!!” Jiang Shaoliu roared and drew back his hand to throw a punch.

A silver-white figure leaned out from the canopy of a big tree and an alloy throwing knife twinkled green before almost hitting Jiang Shaoliu’s belly.

“Get lost!”

Jiang Shaoliu sucked in his gut, feeling the edge of the knife scrape across his vest, then turned and swung his arm, sparks forming around his fist as he sent a blast of air Lei She’s way.

Lei She jumped back up into the foliage of the tree and shouted, “Blast him, Dabiao!”

Without any hesitation, Luo Dabiao pulled the trigger. His body shook as the rocket burst forward with an explosion of fire and smoke and rushed onto Jiang Shaoliu.

Jiang Shaoliu launched himself off the ground and leaped over ten meters away out of the way, landing flat on the ground with his hands over his head.

Boom!

Rubble and shrapnel buffeted him, leaving bloody bruises on his arms.

Jiang Shaoliu looked up.

Luo Dabiao was loading again, while Lei She was charging towards him, gleaming with silver light, his dagger aimed directly at Jiang Shaoliu’s brain.

“You want to show me that trick again?”

Jiang Shaoliu didn’t dodge. The muscles of his whole body suddenly tightened as he glared defiantly at Lei She.