Under One Person: Rebuilding the Glory of the Beast Master

Chapter 66 The Three All-Round People

Zeng Su sat in a corner of the alley, closing his eyes and regulating his breathing.

He also shrouded himself in water shadows, which would make his figure even more completely hidden as night fell.

The French Concession is in turmoil today; police are everywhere on the streets, searching for a Chinese boy throughout the entire concession.

As a result, the entire Chinese community in the French Concession suffered, especially young Chinese men who were the targets of the investigation. The French methods were extremely cruel, but the Chinese living in the French Concession could only verbally protest, while their actions betrayed their true intentions and they dared not do anything.

As evening fell, two French police officers walked past Zeng Su, but they failed to notice his presence.

"Bang bang bang—"

At 1:50 a.m., a burst of gunfire suddenly rang out from a corner of the French Concession.

"Has it started yet!"

Zeng Su opened his eyes, jumped onto the roof, and turned towards the direction from which the gunshots were coming. He could clearly see flashes of light in the southwest, and many people were running in that direction.

He was now considering whether or not to lend a hand. However, in the end, he decided to wait there. As Lao Wei had already said, they had a complete plan, so it was best not to act rashly. It would be a loss if he disrupted the plan because of his own actions.

As time went on, the gunfire from that direction grew more intense, accompanied by constant flashes of light, like fireworks.

"Boom!"

There were even sounds of explosions.

Zeng Su frowned more and more deeply at the sight of this scene. If it was a rescue plan, why make such a big scene? How could the safety of the two gentlemen be guaranteed?

"Strange!" he thought to himself, puzzled.

It was already 2 a.m., and the fighting was still raging.

Another half hour passed, and still no one came; the gunfire from that side, however, became sporadic.

"The mission failed?"

Zeng Su glanced down at the pocket watch in his hand. It was already 2:28 a.m. There was no need to think any further; the mission had definitely failed.

Suddenly, a person came running from a distance. This person staggered and kept looking back, as if someone was chasing him.

Finally, the man arrived at the alleyway, passed by the room where they were hiding, but did not linger, only knocking over a vase on the windowsill.

The vase shattered on the ground, a signal they had agreed upon: the vase breaking meant mission failure, and everyone should flee for their lives!

The man who arrived was Old Wei. He was covered in blood, especially his thigh, which had been hit by a rifle bullet, and it seemed to have hit a major artery. It was already a miracle that he had managed to get this far.

Behind Lao Wei were two people. These two people were not ordinary people but superhumans. One of them was carrying a Mauser pistol, and the other was carrying a sickle, but it was an oversized one, and its appearance was exactly the same as an ordinary sickle for harvesting rice.

The strange man with the scythe had a sinister smile on his face, like a cat toying with its prey.

"Bang!"

The strange man with the Mauser pistol fired a shot at the ground in front of Lao Wei. This shot could have accurately hit Lao Wei's head, showing that the other party was really toying with Lao Wei.

"Phew~"

Old Wei stopped and let out a long breath. Then he took out a packet of medicine from his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it along with the paper.

"You two bastards. What, you don't want to do it?"

Old Wei turned around, staggered, and leaned against the wall to regain his balance. His face was deathly pale, clearly indicating that he had lost too much blood.

"Peng Qi with the meat cleaver, Zhang Tao with three hands! I knew it was you two, cough cough cough!!" Old Wei coughed violently twice, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

He really can't run anymore, and there's no need for him to run anymore, since the final matter has already been taken care of.

From the day he started his life in the underworld, he knew that this day would eventually come; it was just a matter of time.

Peng Qi and Zhang Tao surrounded Lao Wei from the left and right, but still did not make a move.

"Old Wei, I've been looking for you for so long! What a coincidence that I've run into you today! This is truly killing two birds with one stone!" Peng Qi, holding a giant scythe, said, his eyes filled with obvious resentment. Clearly, Old Wei had done something to him that he hated in the past.

"I'm so annoyed by you people. If you're going to kill me, just kill me or torture me. Why all the fuss?" Old Wei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, showing no fear whatsoever.

"Old Wei, you want to die, but it's not that easy." Peng Qi slung the sickle over his shoulder, tilted his head, and looked at Old Wei leaning against the wall with a sinister smile. "I've been looking for you for three years, a full three years. The grass on my brother's grave has grown three times over, and you're still alive and well. How am I supposed to face his spirit in heaven?"

Old Wei spat out a mouthful of blood and sneered, "Your brother? That beast who slaughtered children in Tianjin? I killed him because he deserved to die. If you're not happy, come at me."

"He deserves to die?" Peng Qi's voice suddenly rose, his eyes almost overflowing with hatred. "He's my brother! He killed him!"

How many people are involved is none of your business! Who do you think you are to act on behalf of Heaven?

Zhang Tao, standing to the side, remained silent, his hands tucked into his sleeves, his gaze fixed on Lao Wei with a dark expression. He and Lao Wei also had a blood feud; his best brother had died at Lao Wei's hands, a grudge he had held for five years.

"Hehehe! Who in the martial arts world doesn't know that killing Quanxing is acting on behalf of Heaven?"

I've never done anything good in my life, but killing one of the Quanxing disciples can lessen my sins a little. It's just that you beasts are here that make this blood-stained man feel a little better.

"And do you know that someone in Tianjin has set up a longevity tablet for me?" Old Wei said with a smile, his smile was very bright, and he really meant it from the bottom of his heart.

Killing Quanxing made him feel less guilty. Whenever he felt stressed, he would think about the Quanxing he had killed, which made him feel much better.

"Peng Qi, stop wasting your breath on him," Zhang Tao said. "Take him away and find a place to slowly deal with him. Anyway, tonight's business is done, we have plenty of time to deal with him now."

Peng Qi nodded, shouldered his sickle, and walked towards Lao Wei.

Old Wei leaned against the wall, blood flowing from his leg again. He wanted to raise the gun in his hand and give himself a quick death, but just holding the gun had exhausted all his strength, and his vision was starting to go black, with double images appearing in his eyes.

He knew he couldn't hold on any longer.

But just then, "snap."

A soft sound.

It wasn't the sound of gunfire or footsteps, but the whooshing sound of something rapidly moving through the air. Peng Qi's pupils suddenly contracted, and he whirled around, his huge scythe slicing through the air with a cold light.

"When the deafening clang of metal clashing exploded in the alley, sparks flew everywhere."

Peng Qi was thrown back three steps by the shock, and the web of his hand holding the sickle was cracked, with blood flowing down the handle.

He steadied himself and looked up, his pupils suddenly contracting.

A boy stood in front of him, wearing a dark gray short-sleeved shirt and a round-brimmed hat with the brim pulled low so that his face could not be seen.

In his right hand, he held a long, jet-black sword, its blade gleaming with a cold metallic sheen.

Just now, this black knife and his scythe collided.

"Who goes there?" Peng Qi shouted sternly.

Zhang Tao reacted even faster; with a flick of his right hand, he aimed his Mauser pistol at the boy's head, his finger on the trigger.

But before he could even put it on, a chilling sensation came from above his head.

He looked up sharply.

Under the moonlight, a huge eagle hovered silently less than ten feet above his head, its silvery-blue feathers gleaming with a ghostly blue light in the night.

A pair of blue pupils flashed with electricity as they stared intently at him.

Flying tumbleweed.

Zhang Tao's finger froze on the trigger, not out of fear, but because an electric current had traveled through the air to his arm, making his entire arm numb and unable to pull the trigger.

"This is—" His voice was dry, and he couldn't think of anything to say.

Zeng Su didn't look at Zhang Tao; his gaze fell on Peng Qi.

"Are you Quanxing?" he asked, his voice not loud, but clearly audible in the alley.

Peng Qi's hand holding the sickle was trembling slightly, a result of the aftershock of the previous strike; the muscles in his arm were still aching from the impact.

It trembled from the immense power it generated.

He stared at the boy in front of him, his mind racing. He had no recollection of such a young superhuman, and the black knife in the other's hand didn't seem like a physical object but rather like it was formed from condensed Qi.

"Transforming matter with Qi!" These four words appeared in Peng Qi's mind. Regardless of how the other party did it, it meant that their strength was extremely powerful.

What surprised him most was, what was that big bird all about? A beast trainer? But aren't beast trainers just a bunch of monkey show-offs?

"Who exactly are you?" Peng Qi asked again.

Zeng Su did not answer, but only glanced at Old Wei leaning against the wall.

Old Wei's eyes were almost closed, but he recognized Zeng Su's figure. His lips trembled as he squeezed out a few words: "You—run away—they—there are many of them—"

"A lot of people?" Zeng Su repeated the three words, then nodded as if to confirm something.

"Yes, there's another one over there," he suddenly said.

Peng Qi noticed his distraction and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

This is an opportunity.

He slammed his right foot into the ground, charging towards Zeng Su, the massive scythe in his hand drawing a deadly arc in the moonlight. He used all his strength in this strike, channeling his Qi into the blade, causing a dark red glow to appear on its surface.

At the same time, Zhang Tao also made a move.

He rolled to the ground suddenly. Although he couldn't control his two hands due to the electric current, he was known as "Three Hands." Suddenly, another hand emerged from his back, holding a Mauser pistol.

"Bang bang bang—"

The extended magazine contained a total of fifteen bullets, all of which were fired instantly without any jamming. Zhang Tao was very lucky.

Moreover, the bullet did not hit Fei Peng, but rather Zeng Su.

The best way to deal with a beastmaster is to target the beastmaster himself, and Zhang Tao clearly understands this as well.

Zeng Su stood still without moving.

Because he doesn't need to do anything.

In the sky, Feipeng's wings suddenly flapped.

A deafening thunderclap exploded in the alley.

Silver-blue lightning bolts cascaded down from Feipeng's wings, like a waterfall rushing through a narrow alley.

Peng Qi's scythe stopped less than three feet from Zeng Su, not because he wanted to stop, but because the violent electric current struck his body, causing his muscles to completely lose control.

He was frozen in place by the electric shock, the scythe in his hand clattered to the ground, and his skin and flesh began to burn and rot under the lightning.

Zhang Tao's bullet was deflected after it got close to Zeng Su, as if an invisible shield was surrounding Zeng Su's body, and the bullet could not penetrate the shield's defense at all.

Suddenly, Fei Peng's figure turned into a blue light and disappeared from the spot. Two seconds later, Fei Peng's figure reappeared with a blue light, but now there was a bloody human head on Fei Peng's claw.

Zeng Su glanced at it; the face of the severed head still bore the terrified expression of its death. The broken wound on its neck was jagged, with a small section of the spine still attached, which had been torn off by Fei Peng's claws.

"This is—" Old Wei leaned against the wall, his half-open eyes widening as he saw the human head. "This is—Iron Head Liu?"

Iron Head Liu is a member of the Quanxing Sect. He is skilled in martial arts and is invulnerable to swords and spears. He is one of the main forces participating in the ambush today.

Old Wei witnessed him blocking the alley entrance by himself. His five men charged in two waves but failed to get through. Moreover, bullets would bounce off the other man. He was not even human.

Iron-Headed Liu died just like that, his head was forcibly torn off.

Then Fei Peng came to Zhang Tao and slammed the dead man's head hard onto Zhang Tao's face. The two heads collided and became a head-on collision.

Thus, all three members of the Quanxing sect perished.

Zeng Su squatted down to examine Lao Wei's injuries. The gunshot wound in his leg had pierced the main artery, and he had lost too much blood. If it wasn't treated soon, even a miracle couldn't save him.

He reached out and placed his hand on Old Wei's leg. Wood-attribute Qi surged from his palm and seeped into the wound. [The Five Elements Revolve, the Azure Wood Brings Life] This was an ability he learned from Xuan Hei. It could repair injuries and purify toxins. It was quite effective on himself, but its effect on others was greatly reduced.

However, he didn't have any miracle cures on him, so he could only try anything as a last resort.

Old Wei felt a warm current flow from the wound, spreading along the blood vessels throughout his body. Wherever that warm current passed, the intense pain receded like a tide, replaced by a tingling sensation.

"This is one," Old Wei's voice changed.

"Don't speak," Zeng Su interrupted him. "I've only temporarily stabilized your injuries. You need to find a place to treat them yourself, otherwise you'll be doomed anyway."

"Now tell me quickly, what's going on there?"

Old Wei took a deep breath and quickly recounted what had just happened.