Return of the King, Dominating the City

Chapter 1869 - 1746: Perverted Qinghu (Part 2)

"No, no, what are you doing?"

Lv Ping felt like she was going crazy, the man in front of her was actually going to harm her daughter.

She rushed up again, but was kicked to the ground by Qinghu, unable to stand up, her abdomen ached as if her internal organs had been kicked out of place.

Jiajia kept crying, she was just a little child, scared out of her wits at the moment.

"No, she’s only thirteen, she’s just a child!"

Lv Ping forced herself to stand up, grabbed the ashtray on the table, and swung it toward Qinghu’s head.

Qinghu didn’t dodge, letting the ashtray smash onto his forehead.

Bam.

The ashtray shattered, but Qinghu was unscathed.

Lv Ping was dumbfounded, is this man’s head made of iron?

Qinghu turned back, a greedy smile on his face, grabbed Lv Ping’s throat, lifted her, and threw her onto the couch, saying, "I like fierce women, since that’s the case, don’t expect me to spare you."

Lv Ping shivered, yelled, "No, do whatever you want to me, please spare my daughter."

"Don’t worry, after tonight, you will live in Heaven, it’s very beautiful there."

Qinghu said calmly, then...

...

Song Yun took a taxi to Yu Xian Street, after getting off, he took a look at the street, all he saw were low houses, narrow streets, and outdated public facilities.

It seems like this is relatively a backward street in Singapore.

"As a cruise captain, Wang Jiu’s income should be pretty high, didn’t expect him to live in such a place, looks like he spent all his money on his daughter’s treatment."

Song Yun couldn’t help but sigh, glanced at the doorplate, and walked towards number 48.

Soon he arrived at Yu Xian Street number 48, knocked on the door.

The house was quiet, no sound.

At this late hour, could Wang Jiu’s wife and daughter not be home?

Song Yun was puzzled, glanced at the window, the curtain was drawn, no lights inside, couldn’t see anything.

Though he could open the door, he didn’t do it.

But at that moment, he smelled a strong sense of blood, and experience told him it was human blood.

"I hope nothing happened."

His face changed, without thinking, he pulled hard, directly pulling the door lock apart, and pushed the door open and went inside.

The house was pitch black, under dim light, Song Yun saw two people lying on the couch.

He pressed the switch by the door, the light came on, he saw the scene before him.

On the couch, there lay a woman and a child, both of them had gone to Heaven, their bodies had marks.

Needless to say, these two were definitely humiliated and killed.

"Who here can be so cruel, even a child is not spared!"

Song Yun’s face was ugly, eyes teary with anger, picked up the clothes next to him, covered the two of them.

Wang Jiu just died, Song Yun came to help his daughter, didn’t expect to see such a scene.

At this moment, he truly wanted to torture the killer of the mother and daughter to death, such a person is completely immoral and inhuman.

While he was furious, the sound of water came from the bathroom.

Someone is here!

His eyes widened, turned his head towards the direction of the sound of water.

Tap, tap, tap...

Slow footsteps sounded, someone Song Yun didn’t expect appeared before him.

"Qinghu!"

Song Yun exclaimed, eyes filled with killing intent, pulled out the Seven Kills Ghost Dagger.

Qinghu was stained with blood, shaking the water off his hands, a cold smile hung on his lips, "Song Yun, I originally planned to kill you, didn’t expect you to come yourself, saves me the trouble of running around. But what are you here for, are you also interested in this mother and daughter?"

Song Yun pointed to the two bodies covered in clothes on the couch, said solemnly, "Qinghu, you’re completely inhuman, doing such things! Seeing this, your poker cards should be called beasts, because you are all beasts!"

Qinghu was very calm, even though Song Yun called him a beast, he didn’t show any emotion.

He glanced at Song Yun, raised his right hand, shook his bandaged index finger, and sneered, "You think injuring my finger means you’re strong? You’re barely entered the realm, in a direct fight, you’re no match for me!"

"Is it? Try and see for yourself."

Song Yun said no more, held the Seven Kills Ghost Dagger in his left hand, swung the sword towards Qinghu.

"Humph!"

Qinghu snorted coldly, pulled an iron rod from his waist, blocked Song Yun’s Seven Kills Ghost Dagger.

Clang.

The Seven Kills Ghost Dagger collided with the iron rod, sparks flew.

Qinghu’s speed was fast, and it seemed he was exerting all his strength, he didn’t want to give Song Yun any chance to breathe.

At the moment when the blade and the iron rod met, Song Yun felt a great force, numbing his arm.

Qinghu said triumphantly, "Hahaha, you’re just this!"

"Is that so?"

Song Yun’s lips curled into a cold smile, his right hand suddenly drew another sword, slashed horizontally at Qinghu.

"Humph, you think a broken sword can... Ah!"

Qinghu intended to mock, but his face suddenly changed, his eyes filled with shock and fear.

The sword Song Yun pulled was a broken sword, the Black Light Sword.

When the Black Light Sword appeared, a black Sword Qi blasted toward Qinghu like a torrent.

A sense of crisis spread in Qinghu’s heart, he knew he couldn’t withstand this sword, but it was too late to dodge, he could only use the iron rod to block.

The black Sword Qi swept across, the iron rod was directly ground to dust.

"How is this possible, what..."

Qinghu exclaimed, but before he could finish speaking, the black Sword Qi cleaved him.

Bam, his whole body was blasted apart, a cloud of blood mist exploded, splattered everywhere, dyed the entire room red, like it was raining.

His body completely vanished, not a piece of flesh was left.

Facing the Black Light Sword, he was utterly defeated, pulverized.

"So strong!"

Song Yun exclaimed, the power of the Black Light Sword surpassed his imagination.

He had tested it underwater before, the Black Light Sword could indeed shatter boulders, but didn’t expect the Black Light Sword could instantly kill a master of Qinghu’s level, and completely obliterate him without a trace.

This power is unparalleled.

"The records were right, this Black Light Sword is indeed a divine weapon."

Song Yun put away the Black Light Sword, knowing it’s his trump card, as long as he doesn’t encounter masters recorded in the Cultivation Realm, at his level, with this sword, he should have no rivals.

"It’s a pity, I originally planned not to kill him, question him about the poker cards situation, but didn’t expect to kill him directly."

Song Yun shook his head, bowed to the bodies of Wang Jiu’s wife and daughter, turned to leave.

He was covered in blood, cleaned himself up a bit, then called the police, followed by calling Wang Wa.

Wang Wa has more connections, making it easier to handle things, especially since he didn’t plan to expose himself to the public this time.

Once the call connected, Song Yun got straight to the point, "I took care of things in Singapore, that person killed a mother and daughter pair, alas, I killed him. Help me negotiate with the locals, so they don’t bother me."

"I’ll have someone contact the officials, saying you’re a secret JC from Huaxia, sent to capture criminals, so don’t worry, the outside situation is complicated, best not to go out recklessly, as the risk is high."

"Alright, thanks."

Song Yun expressed gratitude, hung up the phone.

He looked back at the doorplate of Yu Xian Street 48, paused for a moment, then left.

The methods of the poker cards made him very displeased, this organization clearly has no sense of good and evil, purely acting for selfish desires.

Plus, they kill without hesitation.

It’s hard to imagine, once this organization becomes large, how many innocent people will die.

Suddenly, Song Yun felt an impulse to eradicate this organization.