Under One Person: The End of Technique, Company Building

"So, are we still going to do it or not?" The rough, hoarse voice paused for a moment, then mumbled:

"Go for it! Why not? We're already here, why not make a scene?"

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Qi had already pieced together seven or eight parts of the situation in his mind.

Quanxing's plan was not cancelled despite the massacre in Tianjin, and they seemed to have found a new way to carry it out.

As for these two people, one a dim-witted thug and the other a quick-witted deputy, they were probably sent out as an advance team to scout the location.

Zhuge Qi did not rush to act. He turned his head to look at Xiao Zizai, who was also looking at him.

Xiao Zizai's breathing became heavier than before.

Zhuge Qi made a gesture to him to press down, pressing his finger down. Xiao Zizai's eyes flashed for a moment, but he ultimately suppressed the surging killing intent, though his chin tightened into a line.

Zhuge Qi beckoned to Liu Yanyan, who crouched down and moved to his side. Zhuge Qi whispered, "Go around to the left and block their retreat to the east. You don't need to do anything. If anyone gets close, warn them."

Liu Yanyan nodded and nimbly slipped into the bushes on the left, making almost no sound.

Zhuge Qi then turned to Ma Hong and said, "Old Ma, you can flank from the right. You don't need to lift a finger; just block the road."

Ma Hong grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, then turned and disappeared into the shadows on his right, his footsteps lighter than usual.

The two Quanxing members were still talking in hushed tones in the clearing in the woods, completely unaware that they had been surrounded and trapped.

The rough, hoarse voice said, "...How are Xia He and the others doing now? Did the company really kill them?"

The shrill voice scoffed, "Killing him would save us trouble. The worst thing is locking him up instead of killing him. Alright, enough nonsense. Hurry up and memorize this route so we can leave."

"Okay, okay, why are you rushing me..."

Dou Le, who was following behind, still glanced at Xiao Zizai's condition.

Xiao Zizai took a deep breath and then exhaled. His breath condensed into a faint white mist in the night, as if the surging heat within him met the chill of the night.

He didn't say anything, but simply took his gold-rimmed glasses off his nose, folded them, and put them in his breast pocket before stepping out of the shadows.

The two Quanxing members in the forest clearing almost simultaneously realized that something was wrong.

The man with the hoarse voice was the first to react. He turned his head sharply, and the moonlight shone on his face, revealing a face full of fleshy muscles, with his eyes wide open as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

"Who goes there—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Xiao Zizai had already appeared in front of him, less than three steps away. Those three steps were taken without any warning; it was as if he had simply moved across from the shadows.

The rough-spoken man instinctively raised his hand to block, but Xiao Zizai's right hand had already slapped his shoulder. The force wasn't heavy, but with that slap, the man's entire arm drooped down as if the bones had been removed.

"you--"

The second touch landed on his chest, his palm pressed against it, without applying any force, as if he were just touching it lightly.

But the rough-tongued man's face turned deathly pale instantly. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but couldn't utter a single word. He seemed to have been frozen in place, as if a pause button had been pressed.

The man with the high-pitched voice reacted a beat faster than him. When Xiao Zizai appeared in front of his companion, he had already taken two steps back and simultaneously drew two short knives from his waist. The blades flashed two silver-white arcs in the moonlight.

"You fucking—"

Xiao Zizai turned around to face him, his face expressionless.

The slender man gritted his teeth and stabbed Xiao Zizai in the ribs with two short knives, one on each side. The speed was not slow, and the tips of the knives made a sound as they cut through the air.

Xiao Zizai did not dodge.

He merely shifted his body slightly, the two knife tips grazing the edge of his clothes without touching a single hair. Then he raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers joined together, and lightly flicked the thin man's wrist.

With a clang.

The dagger flew out of his hand and embedded itself in the soil two steps away.

The slender man stared in shock at his wrist, then at Xiao Zizai, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something.

Xiao Zizai's left hand was already on his head, palm against scalp, fingers slightly curled up, as if holding an apple.

A look of terror flashed across the thin man's face, then his whole body went limp, his knees hitting the ground first, followed by his upper body, like a sorghum stalk broken in the middle, he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

From the moment Xiao Zizai stepped out of the shadows to the moment the two fell to the ground, no more than ten seconds elapsed.

The whole process was as quiet as a silent play that had been rehearsed countless times. There were no unnecessary shouts, no sounds of fierce fighting, only the muffled thuds of two physical contacts and the slight tremor of a short knife plunging into the soil.

Zhuge Qi emerged from the shadows, stood at the edge of the forest clearing, and looked down at the condition of the two Quanxing members on the ground.

The gruff man was still standing, but his muscles were completely relaxed, his pupils were unfocused, and he was muttering incoherent syllables, like someone talking nonsense in a dream.

The thin man was completely limp on the ground, breathing weakly but evenly.

Xiao Zizai stood between the two, his hands hanging down, as if waiting for the next instruction.

His breathing was a little deeper than before, but generally steady, without any signs of his murderous intent boiling out of control.

Zhuge Qi mentally compared the result with his expectations, then walked over, squatted down next to the thin man, reached out and touched his face, revealing a young face that looked to be under thirty, with a bit of stubble on his chin.

The thin man's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed the words back.

Zhuge Qi wasn't in a hurry. He just continued to squat there. "Director Dou, these two are no longer of any use. You can hand them over to them. Just don't let them go."

"Okay." Dou Le breathed a sigh of relief seeing how generous the other party was.

After Zhuge Qi finished speaking, he walked towards the edge of the woods, and Ma Hong and Liu Yanyan emerged from the shadows on both sides and followed behind him.

Xiao Zizai took out his gold-rimmed glasses from his pocket and put them back on. He pushed up the frames and then looked down at the two people on the ground, as if he were looking at two items on a shelf waiting to be sold.

However, even after the other party had gone far away, he still showed no intention of making a move.

Dou Le assumed the other party still had reservations, so he lit a cigarette and said naturally, "Perfect timing, I'll go have a smoke first, call me when you're done."

"No need, let's go together." Xiao Zizai casually knocked the two unconscious, then grabbed them by the collar and started to leave.

Dou Le was somewhat surprised.

I thought that the other party had been holding back for so long, and they would definitely not be able to hold back anymore. Although there was no detailed background check on these two Quanxing members, I decided to turn a blind eye since I had already run into them.

Xiao Zizai seemed to have seen through the other party's thoughts and said with a faint smile, "That's right, it's time for cultivation."