manynovel Chapter 660
Chapter 660
Old Chen and his companion ran wildly until they had run quite a distance before finally stopping, panting heavily, against the wall of a dark, damp, musty alleyway.
"Old...Old...Old Chen, I just looked back, and it seems there are no pursuers following us!" his companion stammered, panting heavily.
However, although Old Chen was also so tired that he could hardly stand up straight, his breathing was relatively steady. He solemnly warned: "Don't be too happy yet, and you must not let your guard down!" After saying that, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and prepared to lift his leg and continue walking.
But then, his companion leaned weakly against the wall, panting heavily as he frantically waved his hands: "Old...Old Chen, please let me rest a little longer! I'm completely exhausted and can't run anymore!"
Faced with his companion's request, Old Chen did not respond. He simply stood silently in place, his face ashen, his eyes fixed on the three long, dark shadows on the ground, as if trying to discern some clue from them...
"Gotcha!" A deep, hoarse voice suddenly sounded behind the two, as if it came from the deepest hell, sending chills down their spines.
His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, slowly swept across the ground before finally settling on the wall. There, three dark figures stood silently like ghosts. The one facing him stood ramrod straight, like a statue; the others on either side were crouching, their movements agile and swift, like cheetahs poised to pounce. All three were clad in tight-fitting, jet-black leather suits that perfectly hugged their muscular physiques, further enhancing their air of mystery.
Each face was covered by a cold, hard iron mask, revealing only pairs of deep, dark, and unfathomable eyes. A matching black hood completely concealed their heads, hiding all key features and making it impossible to discern their true identities and appearances.
As Old Chen's gaze shifted, his companion also noticed the unusual movement on the wall and turned to look at it simultaneously. But just then, a chilling dread ran down their spines—they were horrified to discover that, without their noticing, another figure had silently appeared behind them!
"Old Chen, what should we do now?" His companion's voice trembled slightly with extreme tension.
Faced with the sudden turn of events and the unknown threat before him, Old Chen showed no sign of panic. On the contrary, his weathered face appeared unusually calm and composed, as if he had long anticipated this moment.
After a moment of silence, Old Chen finally spoke, but what he uttered was an extremely cold and ruthless statement: "Either we obediently surrender and be captured and tortured, or we choose to die to prove our loyalty..."
Upon hearing this, the companion, who had been filled with gratitude for Old Chen's usual care and concern, was stunned and at a loss for words. Before he could recover, a heart-wrenching pain suddenly struck, instantly spreading to every corner of his body.
His eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief. He instinctively looked down—and saw a razor-sharp dagger plunged deep into his abdomen, blood gushing out and staining the ground beneath him. Then, he looked up again, meeting Old Chen's resolute gaze…
His companion wanted to question Old Chen, but couldn't stop the blood from gushing from his mouth. His hand wanted to touch Old Chen's face, but fell down just inches away.
His companion never closed his eyes until his death.
"As expected of someone from Pangu, they're ruthless!" The man blocking Old Chen's escape route whistled, then simply leaned against the wall without making any further move.
"Ha! People who have survived in those godforsaken places can be doomed with the slightest carelessness! A moment's lapse in concentration and they might not even see the sunrise tomorrow." Old Chen spat forcefully onto the ground, his tone chilling. "And me? To get to where I am today, the blood on my hands is probably countless..."
Upon hearing this, the man showed no surprise whatsoever; instead, he appeared quite appreciative. At the same time, he moved closer to Old Chen step by step.
Faced with the other party's actions, Old Chen's lips curled up slightly, revealing an extremely eerie smile. Especially when that face, already covered with hideous scars, was now splattered with blood, it made the man exude a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.
Old Chen said viciously, "Hehehe~ You want to catch me? No way! You'll have to wait until your next life!" After saying that, he quickly pulled out a snow-white pill from his pocket and smashed it hard on the ground without hesitation.
In an instant, accompanied by a muffled "bang," a thick cloud of smoke suddenly rose into the air. This fog, like a giant dragon with its claws outstretched, spread out at an astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, the entire figure was completely engulfed within it.
"They actually ran away. That's quite unexpected." The man murmured softly, then looked up at the top of the wall. The three men in black who had been standing there steadily had vanished without a trace.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Old Chen, who had successfully escaped the scene using the thick smoke, secretly rejoiced, feeling that he had finally escaped danger and survived a near-death experience. He breathed a sigh of relief, then turned his gaze to the shimmering lake water beside him, preparing to bend down to wash his face and think about his next move.
Just then, something unexpected happened—the once calm lake surface suddenly began to ripple, as if struck by some force.
Old Chen stared in astonishment at the scene before him, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart. He hurriedly looked along the ripples on the water's surface and was shocked to discover that less than ten meters in front of him, three mysterious figures wearing black masks were slowly rising from the lake.
The sudden turn of events terrified Old Chen, his body trembling uncontrollably. His eyes widened, his face filled with fear, and he stammered, pointing a finger at the three people, his voice trembling as he said, "You...you...when...when did you catch up with us?!"
The man in black standing in the center of the group spoke in a low, hoarse voice, as if deliberately lowering his voice, to Old Chen: We've always been here.