Excessive ferocity due to caution

Chapter 764 [3 Primary Colors - Causality] Absorption

Since ancient times, enemies have always been filled with hatred when they meet.

But at this moment, the two people who met appeared unusually calm.

Even Whiteman, who had been rampaging and slaughtering everyone before, has now calmed down.

"You're Zhao Yi?"

Whiteman's tone was utterly menacing.

His mind has gone mad.

Zhao Yi replied:

"right."

"I am the one who stole your Godfall and helped you complete the final research on Godfall."

"By the way, I have another partner... strictly speaking, he's also your intermediary."

Whiteman's breathing became much heavier.

"Who?"

Zhao Yi:

"Chutebi".

"That police chief you treated like a plaything."

After Zhao finished speaking, Whiteman was stunned.

All along, his intermediary... was actually someone he had treated as a plaything?

How is that possible?

"You're lying!"

Whiteman's eyes widened, and his voice became incoherent.

This information had a tremendous impact on him.

Zhao Yi pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and laughed:

"It's hard to accept, isn't it?"

"The police chief you've been manipulating for years is actually the middleman who's been pulling your strings all along."

Bettman's breathing grew heavier and heavier:

"Impossible...impossible..."

"You're lying to me!"

"You're lying to me!!"

Zhao Yi continued:

"Let me tell you something else..."

"The sheepfold game is also fake."

"Chu Tebi was just an avenger. He wanted to destroy V City, but he persuaded the military with the sheepfold game and then became the intermediary between Zhang Huaizhi and you..."

"From the very beginning, you and Zhang Huaizhi were just tools used by Qiu Tebi to take revenge on V City."

As Whiteman listened to Zhao Yi's account, his eyes grew increasingly frantic.

"You're talking nonsense!"

"What...what kind of role is he?"

"He's just a lowly police chief, does he even deserve the title?!"

He roared at Zhao Yi, the thorns binding him tightening their grip, the spikes digging deep into his flesh, drawing blood.

Some of the spikes even pierced his bones.

But these pains gave Whiteman even greater strength. He struggled desperately, and the fire in his lower limbs burned ever brighter!

An aura of terror permeated the air.

Snapped!

Suddenly, a swaying thorn lashed across the distance of dozens of meters and struck the asphalt road next to Zhao Yi!

The hard ground cracked, and a lot of gravel flew everywhere, but Zhao didn't even blink, and just lit a cigarette.

White smoke billowed from his chest.

He put the lighter in his pocket and said to Whiteman, whose fighting spirit was at its peak:

"Remember this cigarette."

"It gave you seven more seconds of life."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yi's figure vanished from the spot!

Before Whiteman could react, Zhao Yi had already grabbed its neck!

boom!

Dust and smoke filled the air.

Whiteman's enormous body was actually shoved into the ground by Zhao Yi!

Swish!

A thorny whip suddenly lashed out from behind Zhao Yi, producing a terrifying sonic boom. The whip carried indescribable speed and power, but Zhao Yi's figure had already vanished from the spot.

So the whip slammed hard into Whiteman himself!

His body sank directly into the earth.

The terrifying power nearly split his own body in two!

The wounds are healing slowly on their own.

Zhao Yi stood beside the crack in the ground above him, smoking a cigarette and looking down at him.

Those tiny sparks were blinding.

The falling ashes were also very hot.

"Your mutated power is very strong."

Zhao Yi said calmly.

"But you're too weak."

"You can't handle it."

"Why not give it to me?"

Whiteman stared intently, and the sixteen thorns, as if possessed by a spirit, suddenly pierced through the hard earth and stone, carrying scorching flames, and stabbed towards Zhao Yi from all directions!

But Zhao Yi's figure disappeared once again.

Bang!

Whiteman suddenly leaped up from the ground and landed on the ground.

The flames on his body burned even more fiercely with anger, engulfing his entire body.

He stared intently at Zhao Yi, who was standing not far away, his killing intent burning fiercely!

"I understand your methods now..."

Whiteman chuckled sinisterly.

"You can't escape!"

Zhao Yi's figure swayed, but Whiteman's thorns struck Zhao Yi's footing first, forcing Zhao Yi to stop.

"You pathetic, self-righteous wretch..."

"I won't kill you so easily..."

"I will save you for last, torturing you repeatedly, making you wish you were dead!"

Zhao Yi shrugged.

The next moment, he disappeared from the spot again.

At the same time, Whiteman's whip was lashed out swiftly!

Boom!

The sound exploded, and smoke billowed, but Whiteman's pupils suddenly contracted!

That attack... missed!

He was about to move when Zhao Yi was already standing in front of him, one hand stabbing into his chest cavity, countless chains moving along his arm spreading throughout his body, filling every corner!

"I told you, you're too weak..."

The two were no more than half a foot apart.

Every gentle word Zhao Yi uttered felt like a knife piercing Whiteman's heart.

"But your abilities are quite good, so I'll accept you for now."

After saying that, Whiteman suddenly opened his mouth wide, as if something was being continuously pulled away from his body by Zhao Yi.

A feeling of weakness washed over me like a tidal wave.

The flames and black smoke on the lower body grew larger and larger, while the flames themselves grew smaller and smaller.

He tried to struggle, but every inch of his flesh and blood was controlled by the chains on Zhao Yi's body.

Even a little force will cause excruciating pain.

And this pain did not give him any strength.

Everything in front of him was moving away from him.

Emptiness, coldness, fear... gradually filled the darkness before his eyes.