You call me a calamity? But I am Hyper Zetton!

"Sea? Sea what?"

Zhao Feng stood up from the sofa and turned to look at him in confusion.

However, the next second, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his body uncontrollably retreated until he collided with the trembling Zhao Dalong and stopped.

"HyperZetton..." Zhao Dalong finally managed to finish the sentence, his voice trembling.

Following their gaze, we saw what was behind the sofa.

Wu Bai stood there quietly, without breathing, yet exuding a suffocating and terrifying sense of oppression.

Zhao Dalong suddenly looked at Zhao Feng, his face full of fear and questioning.

Its eyes seemed to be roaring: Did you fucking offend it?

Zhao Feng understood his father's gaze and shook his head frantically, indicating that he knew nothing about it.

Without the slightest hesitation, the two knelt down with a thud.

Zhao Dalong kept his head very low.

"Excuse me...excuse me, has my adopted son done something rude or disrespectful to you?"

Before the other party could speak, Zhao Dalong, sweating profusely, quickly added:

"If so, you don't need to lift a finger. I'll make him kowtow and apologize to you right now, or... or I'll kill him for you myself."

He was filled with hatred.

Zhao Hao just died, and lately I've been behaving like a quail.

Besides myself, only this adopted son in the family might cause trouble outside.

Zhao Feng knelt on the ground with his head down, not uttering a word, and not even showing any anger at being abandoned.

He knew all too well what kind of person that old geezer was.

When disaster strikes, he'd sell even his own father, let alone an adopted son.

A burst of seven-colored light flashed, and Wu Bai's figure appeared out of thin air on the sofa opposite the two of them.

He crossed his legs and looked at the two people kneeling on the ground with great interest.

"Boss Zhao, I'm here to give you a refund. You spent 500,000 to buy my life."

"This is a deal that the black market wouldn't dare take, and even the King of Hell wouldn't dare accept it."

"Huh?" Zhao Dalong and Zhao Feng were stunned at first, their minds buzzing. A few seconds later, they suddenly realized what was happening, and their faces turned deathly pale.

Zhao Feng was the first to break down. He knelt on the ground, shuffled forward two steps with his knees, and cried out.

"My lord, my lord, please understand! This matter has absolutely nothing to do with me."

He pointed at Zhao Dalong beside him and roared at the top of his lungs, "I originally had no intention of causing you any trouble."

"It's that old bastard. He doesn't dare to go after the real killer who killed his own son, so he has to take his anger out on two ordinary people and make that good-for-nothing Zhao Hao pay for it."

"I've tried to persuade him for a long time, but he won't listen. He insists on hiring someone to kill someone. There's a reason for the injustice, and the debtor should be held responsible. You should go find him."

At first, he was just distressed about the 500,000 yuan and did try to persuade him.

But the old geezer wouldn't listen and even gave himself a good scolding.

Is everything alright now?

The other party turned out to be Hyper Zetton.

They dared not confront the real culprit, but instead inadvertently offended the most formidable evil spirit.

He now wishes he could tear Zhao Dalong to pieces.

Zhao Dalong opened his mouth, speechless, and was filled with deep regret.

Who would have thought?

In the vast sea of ​​people, with so many in Hope Base City, how did he end up picking Hyper Zetton instead of just randomly choosing two unlucky guys to be buried with his son?

This luck is incredible! Did they blow up the galaxy in their past life?

"Interesting." Wu Bai watched the two entangled in their bickering, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Your process was all wrong, but your result was all right."

The father and son were stunned for a moment, then looked up blankly.

Wu Bai leaned forward slightly and casually dropped a bombshell: "I killed your son."

"I hadn't even noticed small fry like you before. I thought this would be over after I killed you all, but who would have thought..."

Wu Bai shook his head, seemingly somewhat helpless, "You all insisted on jumping out and running straight into the line of fire."

"I've seen countless people, but I've never seen anyone like you who's so eager to die."

Just then...

"Bang."

The living room door was kicked open violently, and a group of people dressed in the uniforms of the Warlords rushed in aggressively.

The leader shouted, "Zhao Dalong, Zhao Feng, you deliberately avoided battle during the city defense campaign, which is extremely serious. You must come with us immediately..."

However, when the group saw what was inside the house, the sound stopped abruptly, and everyone was completely stunned.

Previously, when they were outside, Hypergryph was in a good mood and let them off the hook.

I hadn't even been happy for a few minutes when I turned around and bumped into something again?

What kind of twisted fate is this?

Wu Bai turned his head, the glowing organ on his face flashing slightly: "Get lost."

"Okay." The team leader's reply was crisp and decisive, without a moment's hesitation.

Everyone turned around and walked out at the same time. The last person to leave even thoughtfully reached out and gently closed the broken door.

The moment the door closed, a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps came from outside...

...That was the sound of them running wildly, wishing their parents had given them two more legs.

The room fell silent once more.

Wu Bai turned around and his gaze fell on the father and son kneeling on the ground.

"Alright then, since you all want to live, let's play a simple little game."

Wu Bai's voice was cold, with a hint of amusement: "A father-son duel, a life-or-death struggle."

"Whoever kills the other, I'll let them walk out of this door alive."

He paused, his eyes suddenly turning cold: "The game...begins."

"My lord, I..." Zhao Dalong was about to beg for mercy again.

Zhao Feng, standing to the side, flashed a fierce light in his eyes and didn't waste any words.

A small, black knife appeared in his hand without him noticing.

Zhao Feng transformed into a blur, flicked his wrist, and the tip of the knife pierced straight for his throat.

Sequence 62 - Shadow Assassin

"Zhao Feng, you beast."

Zhao Dalong was shocked and jerked back. The tip of the knife barely grazed his neck, drawing a string of blood beads.

Zhao Dalong touched the blood on his neck and pointed at Zhao Feng, cursing loudly.

"You beast, I'm the one who carried you out of the garbage dump. If it weren't for me, you would have starved to death long ago. Now it's time for you to repay my kindness."

"Fuck your gratitude."

Zhao Feng missed his attack, and upon landing, he immediately adjusted his stance, roaring with a ferocious expression, "If you had listened to me, would we have ended up like this?"

"I think it's you, you old geezer, who deserves to die."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Feng pushed off the ground with both feet and once again transformed into a black shadow, rushing forward.

"Fine, fine, since you're looking for death, I'll grant your wish." Zhao Dalong also unleashed his supernatural power.

The two figures collided violently in the living room, smashing the furniture to pieces.

Soon, the two fought their way through the walls, raising clouds of dust, and made their way to the lawn outside the villa.

The battle was exceptionally fierce, with every move aimed at a vital point.

No one dared to run away.

Faced with an existence of Hyper Zetton's caliber, they knew very well that running away was not an option.

Even if that malevolent being is not in front of you, the fear of being looked down upon by a higher-dimensional being still haunts you.

They're right.

Wu Bai sat on the sofa, watching this grand drama of "filial piety and parental love" with great interest through his senses.

……

Ten minutes later.

Zhao Feng, his face covered in blood, staggered in through the large hole in the villa.

He knelt down with a thud, panting heavily, and said, "My lord... cough cough... I won."

Wu Bai patted his claws, raised his hand, and pointed to the gate.

"What a wonderful scene of filial piety between father and son! Brilliant, truly brilliant."

"Alright, you can leave now. I, Wu, keep my word. You can walk out of this door alive."

Overjoyed, Zhao Feng struggled to his feet, opened the living room door, and went out.

As soon as he stepped out of the villa, ignoring his injuries, he took off running, wanting to get as far away from this devil as possible.

However, as he ran, he suddenly realized something was wrong; he seemed to be feeling a scorching heat wave coming from behind him.

He turned his head sharply and saw a black fireball flying towards him, rapidly enlarging in his pupils.

"You...you broke your promise..."

"Boom..." A small mushroom cloud slowly rose outside the villa.

At the entrance of the villa, Wu Bai slowly withdrew his gaze, a flash of seven-colored light appeared on his body, and he disappeared.

Wu Bai kept his word; he said he would let the other party "walk out the door alive."

As for what happens after he leaves the house... that's outside his jurisdiction.