Under the silver moonlight, Chen Bei's indifferent face was reflected in the light. In the eyes of this short Japanese man, he looked like a demon from hell who came to harvest people's lives.
Especially just now, after Chen Bei killed someone, his expression remained unchanged, which made the Japanese people have a hint of fear in their eyes.
A bunch of Japanese slang was spoken in succession, but Chen Bei didn't understand any of it except for a few "Baga" sounds.
Chen Bei's face was stupefied, and he slapped the Japanese man to the ground.
Chen Bei looked at him with cold eyes, and the words that came out of his mouth were more like the whispers of a devil in the ears of the Japanese: "Say something understandable."
"Otherwise, die."
The Japanese man's expression changed for a moment, and he said vaguely: "China pig, China pig."
Regarding this verbal insult, Chen Bei didn't talk nonsense to him, and slapped his other face directly: "Say something useful, or you will die."
The Japanese man's expression was slightly cracked by this slap, and looking at Chen Bei's eyes, they became more ferocious and sinister.
Chen Bei calmly started counting with his fingers: "Three!"
"..." The other party was silent for a while, and he didn't know whether he didn't understand or didn't want to say anything.
"Two." Chen Bei ignored him and continued to count as if nothing had happened.
As soon as those two words came out, the Japanese's eyes became more panicked. He swallowed and stared closely at Chen Bei's flexing fingers, as if waiting for the judgment of fate.
"I...I..." Seeing that Chen Bei's last finger was about to bend to the end, the Japanese man's breathing became more and more rapid, as if he was suffering from a lot of pain.
"One..." Chen Bei dragged out a long final sound. This sound gave the Japanese man great psychological torture. Before Chen Bei could finish his voice, the Japanese man's face became fierce and his right hand suddenly reached into his own. In the clothes, at the same time, the body also retreated rapidly.
Chen Bei watched him finish all this with great interest, and then saw that what the man took out turned out to be a palm-sized mirror.
Like a Bagua mirror, there are densely packed runes around the mirror.
The light of the bright moon shone down, and the Japanese man muttered something in his mouth, and then a white light shot out from the mirror, heading straight for Chen Bei's face.
"Go to hell, China pig!"
As the white light shot out, the Japanese seemed to have a sure victory, but the ferocious look on his face could no longer be hidden, and the craziness of a villain gaining power was vividly displayed by him.
"Rest in peace, Yamashita-kun, I have avenged you!"
After the words fell, the Japanese looked forward to Chen Bei's death under this beam of light with a fierce look on his face.
However, when the white light passed through Chen Bei's face, nothing happened.
The moonlight was as white as water, and the air was so quiet that there was only the slightest sound of wind, but in the Japanese ears, the only thing left was the thumping of his own heartbeat.
"Baga!" The furious Japanese glanced at the mirror in his hand, how could it be useless!
This was a divine object given to him by the Great Imperial Master. It was also with the help of the divine object that they were able to quietly touch into Qilong Pond. However, the white light in the mirror, which would usually kill someone if touched, fell on Chen Bei's face, but they were not hurt at all. Even in the mirror, Chen Bei's face looked even more handsome.
He wiped the mirror in a panic, and the little Japanese maniacally pointed the mirror at Chen Bei's face. The moonlight shone clearly and coldly on Chen Bei's face along with the mirror. Chen Bei curled his lips helplessly: "Enough is enough. Yet?"
Four words, the voice seemed to be filled with doting and helplessness that I really can't do anything to you.
No matter how stupid this person is, he still knows that Chen Bei is mocking him. He kept cursing in his mouth.
Chen Bei watched his performance like a monkey.
Then the monkey suddenly turned over, put the short knife that the so-called Yamashita-kun had thrown on the ground in his hand, quickly approached Chen Bei, and struck Chen Bei with another knife.
Sure enough, cunning.
This monkey was jumping up and down just to get closer to the dagger on the ground.
Seeing how persistent he was, Chen Bei naturally allowed him to fail.
As soon as he raised his hand, Chen Bei directly grabbed the man's wrist.
Seeing that the short sword was no longer close to Chen Bei's heart, the expression on the Japanese commander's face finally changed a little as he was so angry.
"Come on." Chen Bei encouraged him in a playful manner.
Then a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he pressed his wrist down. There was a click, and the Japanese man's wrist was broken.
The short knife in his hand also fell out of hand due to pain. Chen Bei, with quick eyes and quick hands, took the handle of the knife.
"Don't worry, I am also a doctor and I will definitely cure you."
As he spoke, a cold light flashed, the blade passed by, and the Japanese man's wrist was cut off and flew away.
"How's it going? Does your wrist stop hurting?"
"Baga, Baga!" The Japanese man was already so angry after hearing Chen Bei's words that his wrist was cut off. It must not hurt anymore!
But my arm hurts!
Hearing those pitiful wails, Chen Bei finally lost interest in teasing him. He raised his hand and placed the short knife on his neck.
"If you don't tell me, you'll die!"
The threat of death made the Japanese forget the pain in his arm for a moment.
He stared at Chen Bei with his eyes fixed on him and said: "Eight..."
The word "Ga" was still in his throat, but the Japanese voice stopped abruptly. Chen Bei threw the short knife that had cut his throat aside and said calmly: "Since you don't know how to speak well, then don't speak any more in the future."
The light in the Japanese's eyes was slowly dissipating. At this moment, he just wanted to clearly remember Chen Bei's demonic face.
With both hands covering the cut throat, and blood flowing out from between his fingers, the Japanese finally said the last words of his life: "Baga, you asked me to speak, but I asked instead!"
Chen Bei was stunned for a moment: "Didn't I ask?"
"That's pointless." With that said, Chen Bei kicked the Japanese man directly in the chest, sending him flying for more than ten meters. The huge force directly broke a small tree.
"I ask you everything, what do you want me to do!"
Chen Bei bent down and picked up the mirror that fell on the ground. He took it in his hand and looked at it. It was indeed not the Bagua mirror, but the style was somewhat similar.
And in this mirror, Chen Bei felt a hint of evil from the cold mirror.
Moreover, this evil spirit is extremely pure.
"It's interesting." Chen Bei put the mirror in his pocket, and then groped for a while on the other Japanese body. After groping for a long time to confirm that it was a poor man, Chen Bei raised his hand and cast a spiritual spell, and the body suddenly disappeared from the body. It burned from the inside out, and soon turned into a pile of fly ash.
"Poor guy." Chen Bei waved his hand disdainfully, and a gust of cold wind blew by, blowing away the pile of ashes on the ground.
When everything was over, Chen Bei took a deep breath, looked up at the top of the villa, and said calmly:
"After watching the show for so long, do you want to buy a ticket?"
