Chapter 558: The Art of Killing

Book Chapter 558: The Art of Killing (Update 1)

In a private room of a chain KTV, a male voice began to sing.

“Behind you.”

“The eyes of time blur with a tender longing.”

“Behind you.”

“The vows of love were never meant to be easily let go…”

As he sang these lines, suddenly…

“I’ll be by your side.”

“I’ll walk with you, slowly…”

A woman’s soft melody gradually emerged.

Xiao Yu stood at the door, listening to the song inside as he raised an eyebrow.

His handsome face took on a strange expression.

Gripping the doorknob, he opened the room and stepped inside.

The dim room was lit only by the colorful glow from a monitor, which revealed its surroundings.

A pretty woman, holding a microphone in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

Under her chic short hair, her large eyes flashed with a hint of anger as they fixed on Xiao Yu entering.

But when she saw Xiao Yu’s overly handsome face and his model-like physique, she was utterly transfixed, unable to tear her gaze away for a long time…

Xiao Yu approached the woman and sat beside her.

He took out a white pack, pulled a white cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it.

“I wasn’t asking for any special service, was I?”

Wu Yaying gave a wry smile, exuding an inexplicable wild charm.

Yet her eyes stayed fixed on Xiao Yu’s handsome face, unwilling to look away.

“No.”

Exhaling a plume of smoke, Xiao Yu remarked, “I wasn’t planning on making other women drool over me.”

Even though the room was filled with smoke and a peculiar odor,

he detected the scent of a gun on her.

“Hmm?”

Wu Yaying narrowed her eyes; a vicious glint flickered there before subsiding.

Accidentally killing the mood, Xiao Yu smirked, “Come with me.”

Wu Yaying’s expression suddenly changed as she glared at him and snarled, “Who are you?”

“It’s obvious.”

Xiao Yu turned and smiled at Wu Yaying, “I’m a cop…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Wu Yaying raised her hand.

A butterfly knife flashed into view as she lunged toward Xiao Yu’s lower abdomen.

That was a bit ruthless!

Crack!

Xiao Yu seized her wrist, which was gripping the knife.

Under normal circumstances, that very limb would have been severed.

Thinking the woman might still prove useful, Xiao Yu simply held her wrist and removed the dagger.

But to his surprise, Wu Yaying did not continue her resistance; instead…

Boom!

She kicked the glass coffee table in front of the sofa over.

The table shattered with a deafening roar.

Huh… Xiao Yu smirked as he glanced at Wu Yaying’s cold sneer beside him.

What is she trying to signal, a dropped cup?

Sure enough, within seconds,

Boom! The room’s door was blasted open as three tall, burly young men charged in.

Their expressions changed as they saw Xiao Yu clutching Wu Yaying.

“Take him down!”

Wu Yaying shouted coldly, her eyes fixed on Xiao Yu with a cruel gleam.

Two of the young men reached into their pockets, drawing out knives as they lunged at him.

The third young man also reached inside his pocket but did nothing, merely staring at Xiao Yu with icy eyes.

One of the youths swung his knife.

Scars marred his face and a tattoo graced his neck, giving him a ferocious appearance.

Xiao Yu maintained a calm, steady gaze as he parried the incoming blade.

He activated some system skills, his body already honed to the limits of human capability.

Those who knew Xiao Yu understood that he was a weapon in his own right.

Normally, his lethal potential was masked behind a handsome facade.

What could be the consequence of attacking a walking weapon?

Just as a knife tip neared his chest, Xiao Yu moved.

With a slight flick of his arm, he slashed.

Thud… Below the young man’s wrist, every muscle and tendon was sliced apart by the sharp butterfly knife, leaving only bone.

Blood burst forth like a fountain from the cleft wrist.

The young man’s grip faltered and the knife naturally fell.

In that instant, Xiao Yu swung his right hand, still clutching the butterfly knife.

Whack! His fist struck the falling knife’s handle mid-air.

He then drove the knife deep into the youth’s abdomen.

Splat!

A single punch forced the blade further into the young man’s belly.

“Sorry about that.”

Xiao Yu glared at the fallen youth, “You made the first move.”

Thud!

The young man collapsed to the floor, convulsing.

Yet at that very moment, another youth swung his blade.

A long knife, about a foot in length like a short sword, aimed directly at Xiao Yu’s neck.

Crack.

That lengthy, imposing, razor-sharp blade

was deflected by the small butterfly knife, sparking with flying debris.

The youth wielding the long knife froze for a split second as Xiao Yu raised his arm.

Wham!

The youth’s knife-wielding hand was severed, and his long knife fell.

This time, Xiao Yu didn’t strike with his fist; instead, he lifted his thigh.

Stepping on the fallen long knife, he advanced.

Thump!

His step landed on both the long knife and the youth’s abdomen.

Splat…

The long, sharp blade sliced a portion of the youth’s lower back.

“Ahhh!”

A cry of agony erupted from the youth.

Unable to stand, he collapsed.

Whether it was the first or the second youth,

Xiao Yu never delivered a fatal blow.

Although both knives had pierced the abdomens of two youths,

neither had injured any vital organs; with prompt treatment, they could be saved.

A third youth, standing not far away, looked dumbfounded.

From within his chest pocket, he withdrew his hand.

A pistol emerged, aimed squarely at Xiao Yu.

But just as he raised his arm,

a butterfly knife whistled by with a silver trail.

Wham!

(Li Hao Zhao) The blade pierced through the youth’s neck.

“Cough!”

The youth, as if struck by lightning, dropped his pistol and clutched his neck.

It was no use.

The force behind that slash was overwhelming.

It not only shattered his throatbone but also severed his cervical vertebrae.

Thud!

The youth collapsed and convulsed briefly before his breath faded away.

Wu Yaying stood stunned.

From her vantage point,

she witnessed every moment of Xiao Yu’s killing spree.

His handsome face remained completely impassive.

The ruthless, cold-blooded methods and the process itself

sent a chill deep into Wu Yaying’s heart.

Although Xiao Yu took down three youths in mere moments, it wasn’t just a show of brute strength.

It wasn’t the outcome that mattered, but the process.

Throughout it all, Xiao Yu’s cool detachment and composure weren’t signs of senseless violence but of sheer art.

The Art of Killing!

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