Chapter 118 - Scar
Locating an empty washroom, Xia Fei used Chasing Light to carve open a hole on the pipe and quietly landed inside with the metal plate in had.
Pulling out a bottle with a clear liquid inside from his spatial ring. It was superglue and Xia Fei dripped a few drops of it on the edge of that metal plate before he raised it high above his head. He lightly jumped and used this period of suspension in the air to put it right back in place. Without closely examining this pipeline, there was no way anyone would be able to tell that someone had cut a hole on it before.
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After covering his tracks, Xia Fei hid that red armband of his. That eye-catching color would very easily cause him to be spotted by others. No experienced assassin would have such a fatal color appearing anywhere on their person.
That was when he heard a series of approaching footsteps coming from outside the corridor.
Xia Fei immediately took several steps back and hid behind the door. He began exercising his Breath Control technique as he hugged the wall tightly, going into a state of alert.
A warrior wearing the Owl Pirates’ signature uniform pushed open the door and swaggered in. Xia Fei immediately followed behind without a sound the moment the person stepped through, his nose a hair’s breadth away from the back of that man’s head, yet this Scar underling had no idea at all.
Achieving a speed beyond belief, his movement was so fast there was no way human eyes could follow.
In the time his cyan blade shot out and retracted, Xia Fei had already retreated outside and shut the door behind him.
Only then did these already doomed men register Xia Fei’s afterimage. They did not even feel any fear build in them, for their brains could barely comprehend what had just happened when they died.
From the time he struck and the deed’s completion until he left the room, the entire process took milliseconds to accomplish.
If anyone happened to be standing in the corridor, watching, all they would see was a man opening the door and closing it, and the time between these two actions was very short, yet it was enough to lay waste to everyone inside the room.
He continued his way forward, once more opening and closing a door, this time reaping away three lives.
There was hardly any change in Xia Fei’s expression, his black pupils glassy and calm, like a machine that was constantly doing the same task he was very familiar and adept with.
It was hardly an easy thing to take another’s life. There were plenty of factors that must be considered, but Xia Fei had wholly managed to simplify the complexity of the act.
Open the door, observe, accelerate, activate his blade, retreat, and close the door.
Six actions all done at once. No fancy moves, just as plain as tap water.
The only thing that could even be considered flamboyant was that cyan arc his Chasing Light would leave behind after every kill. Unfortunately, very few could clearly see that beautiful crescent because the speed of Xia Fei’s blade was too fast, and just like the weapon’s name, his speed was almost near chasing light.
Speed was king in all the martial arts known to man, and any speed ability user was a born killer. Besides, Xia Fei had practiced both Breath Control and Sly Thrust, and that only increased his affinity toward killing like fish taking to water; in the blink of an eye, he had managed to finish off over a hundred lives.
It was not difficult to locate Owl’s Sanctuary’s command center. Xia Fei stood before its entrance and stuck his ear to the cold metal alloy door in hopes of hearing any movement from within, but it was to no avail, for the thick metal alloy door was completely soundproofed, so he could hear nothing at all.
As he went about his purge, Xia Fei killed about three hundred or more of Scar’s men, and aside from the four snipers out in the plaza right now and the portion of soldiers within the coalition army who were in charge of backstabbing them, only two more individuals remained alive from within these rooms here on the highest level inside the command center: Scar as well as that sonic ability user, Bannon, the latter had hired from somewhere in exchange for a high price.
The common warriors were essentially inconsequential to Xia Fei, and the sonic ability user Bannon was hardly a threat, either. However, Scar was still quite a handful. Being a morph ability user who possessed a rare skill known as Thousand Thorns, Xia Fei had to be careful when dealing with him.
He faintly opened just a slight gap to that door, and he carefully peeked inside.
The command center covered an area of around one thousand square meters, and a lot of equipment was scattered all across the room. It was evident that this place had been heavily modified and was no longer how it originally looked.
A hairy, middle-aged man was sitting on a large metal chair, and beside him was a pale-faced man in his thirties.
The seated middle-aged man was no bystander but Owl Pirate’s leader himself: Scar. There was a horizontal red scar on his forehead as if someone had attempted to lobotomize him but changed their mind halfway and sewed the wound up.
He had broad and sturdy shoulders, his arms thick and powerful. His body, including the palm of his hands, was covered in thick, black hair. Anyone would mistake him for a black gorilla if they did not look at him closely.
The chair he was currently in was completely welded together by a metal alloy, thick and strange. It was hard to imagine anyone enjoying being in such a sturdy and hard chair.
Scar and Bannon raised their glasses filled with golden malt liquor. The two were having a very casual drink as if the coalition army’s assault were of no concern to them.
The muscles in Xia Fei’s thighs tensed. As long as an opportunity presented itself, he planned to charge in without a moment’s hesitation and slay the two men inside.
Scar took a big gulp of liquor and wiped his mouth with his hairy arm. “Brother Bannon, I heard that the old fox Ning Baichen plans to give you thirty virgins after this matter closes. Is it true?”
The pasty Bannon was evidently not too used to drinking such hard liquor as his face visibly turned ruddy from it.
He panted for a bit before answering, “Heh… Actually, I’d help him even if he didn’t promise me anything. After all, it’s the Ning clan who helped me escape from the Alliance and safely smuggled me into the Wild Star Region.”
“Is that so?” Scar guffawed.
Bannon placed his glass of liquor on the table and very sinisterly added, “Of course, that’s not true. We’re men of the Wild Star Region; only a fool would do something for no personal benefits.”
“Right, you are. As long as the price is right, yours truly here will sell even my mother if anyone’s asking.” Scar made a joke in bad taste, tickling himself pink as he rocked back and forth in his seat.
‘That’s my chance!’ A person’s neural response was the weakest while they were laughing. Xia Fei used this moment to exert strength and went bolting right through the door with his Chasing Light unsheathed.