"Bug! You son of a b * tch!"
"You will always be a f * cking bug!" Aber was trembling violently. He was not sure if it was because of anger, hatred, jealousy, or fear.
He could no longer calm down.
The fear of death was torturing him, and under the torture, he thought about the Ivy League Alliance Academy and his bright future. All kinds of complicated emotions intensified, so how could he calm down?
On top of that, Tang Ling's genius was like poison to Aber.
He had always thought highly of himself, but there was a past that made him feel inferior in his heart that he could not mention.
He should not have grown up in this backwater Safety Sector No. 17. He should have stayed by his mother's side and enjoyed all the resources from his mother's family, which was even more powerful.
However, he was looked down upon because he was not qualified.
His mother's words were, "This child is not qualified to be nurtured by the family. His talent is too lousy!"
Lousy talent? How ridiculous it was to use this word on himself.
How was his talent bad? He had a Genetic Chain Potential that was close to a five-star talent and another talent that was not completely useless despite being unorthodox.
He refused to accept it.
However, the truth was that he had to accept it. After witnessing the dazzling abilities of his peers and his cousins, he had to hide and live as a country bumpkin.
Only by staying in Safety Sector No. 17 could he regain some dignity and balance.
Therefore, he was jealous of all the other geniuses.
He had once asked Lionel to teach him the ultimate dagger technique. Now that he thought about it, Lionel had reluctantly agreed and said that he would only demonstrate it 10 times.
Since Lionel had agreed, he dared not skimp on it.
After explaining the theory behind the dagger, Lionel dissected it 10 times in slow motion for Aber to see, but Aber failed to learn it.
Until now, Aber had yet to learn it even though he had been practicing in secret and felt like he was getting some results.
Tang Ling … How could Tang Ling learn it? Why?! If he had Tang Ling's talent, what kind of treatment would he have received in his mother's family?
Aber hated himself. How could he still be thinking about these things? He could not calm the torment in his heart. He stood up and turned the music to the loudest.
He could only fantasize that he was the man that he admired. Only when he fell into a deep fantasy would his heart calm down.
Unfortunately, even this music had now become a tune of torture, because the man turned out to be …
Aber had a strange smile on his face after he had confirmed it.
**
"It's over." Tang Ling grabbed the last head and placed it in the hall on the third floor.
Needless to say, in the Agnes family, the higher the rank, the more evil they were.
He even found an interesting diary. As he skimmed through it, he noticed many dirty things that involved many members of the Agnes family. They were even involved in human trafficking.
They sold babies born in the settlement of Safety Sector No. 17.
Was there not a trace of kindness in the genes of this family? Tang Ling placed the last head on the table.
The 73rd person.
Then, he stared at the big screen and stomped on these evil heads one by one.
No insult was too much. They did not deserve the peace of the dead.
He then grabbed his sword and headed up to the fourth floor.
How many were left? There should have been six of them, but he found a crushed body on the second floor. It must have been used by Su Yao to establish his dominance.
So, there were only five left.
Aber and Clyne were among the five.
Killing Aber would put an end to the grudge between Vian and Amir.
Killing Clyne would put an end to everything.
Tang Ling's heart rumbled with unknown emotions. He had to recall his grandmother's hands, his sister's scent, the pain from Su Yao's kicks, and the warmth of being with the Fierce Dragon Squad. Only then could he suppress the negative effects of the massacre.
Killing would never be what he relied on in his heart. He might never be able to indulge in the feeling of control that came from killing.
Pak! Tang Ling stood on the last step of the fourth floor.
Before he could regain his balance, two figures attacked him from two different directions.
This was the maximum range that Su Yao's rules allowed, and the struggling Agnes family would surely make use of it.
"Is this the start?" Tang Ling leaned back as the giant standard-issued sword grazed his face, bringing up a cold gust of wind.
However, even though his body was leaning backward, he could still kick the other standard-issue sword that was slashing at him away.
A monster like Tang Ling would always have accurate judgment and his battle consciousness would always be at its peak.
Clyne had a pair of glasses on his nose and a small booklet with the words' Top Secret 'written on it as he watched the battle coldly.
He wanted to know what other trump cards Tang Ling had yet to use.
From the looks of it, everything was within his expectations. There should be no other trump cards, right? Other than that form.
Hmm, that form … I won't succeed.
With that in mind, Clyne looked down at the page that was read over and over again. There were a few simple lines of words on it.
Tang Feng — Talent unknown, suspected to be 'Duplication' talent, suspected to be 'Sight' talent, suspected to be 'Comprehension' talent.
However, based on the information he leaked, he only admitted to having the Precision talent.
Pak! Clyne closed the booklet. He would never believe that the man who once stood at the top of the world only had the Precision talent.
What kind of trash talent was that? Could he communicate with any of the Forces of Nature? Could he increase his wisdom and comprehension? Or could he feed himself? Moreover, there were even more advanced abilities that were known as the Laws of Nature, such as the Space Talent.
What was the Precision talent? Based on Clyne's understanding and thousands of examples, it was proven that the Precision talent could only make a person better at long-range attacks. That was all. It was the trash of the trash talent.
"Tang Ling? He exposed Tang Feng's secret. Both father and son should have comprehended the same type of talent. It's a powerful talent, but it's definitely not the Duplication talent that people think it is, "Clyne muttered to himself.
If Tang Ling really had the Duplication talent, all the powerhouses in the world would be dead.
With that in mind, Clyne calmly picked up the cigar on the edge of the ashtray and took another puff.
He was a vigilant person. He assumed that Tang Ling only had the Wind Element talent, but he was also reading up on the information and observing Tang Ling closely.
Finally, he came up with his own conclusion.
On the screen, the two Purple Moon Warriors pincer attacking Tang Ling were on the verge of defeat.
As a matter of fact, it was impossible for them to win. Tang Ling's basic strength had definitely reached the level of a rank 3 Purple Moon Warrior, so how long could the two Purple Moon Warriors last?
They were not as powerful as Lionel. The reason why they were able to stay on the fourth floor was because of their noble birth. They were the descendants of the Agnes family and other families through marriage.
The pitiful Agnes family. I've worked so hard for so long, but in the end, I'm the only rank 3 Purple Moon Warrior.
Clyne's room was shrouded in smoke, so he was not surprised by Tang Ling's current state.
All he was doing was calculating the time and wondering how Tang Ling managed to increase his power by so much in such a short period of time. When would it end? What would be the negative effects after it ended?
While he was deep in thought, two more heads flew up.
Two more members of the Agnes family were killed, and their heads were placed in the hall on the fourth floor.
Then, the next one.
However, to his astonishment, he realized that the famous playboy in Safety Sector No. 17 had been driven to insanity by something.
Beside his bed, he peed in puddles and puddles, hugging a terrified pet cat, calling out 'Mommy, Mommy' non-stop.
Tang Ling walked up to him, pried his hand away, and released the innocent pet cat.
The cat might be one of the few clean creatures in the sinful Agnes family. After the crazy playboy had his cat taken away, he started to beat and bite Tang Ling, shouting, "Give me back my mother! I want to sleep with my baby!"
What kind of disgusting thing was that? Tang Ling furrowed his brows in disgust. He raised his sword and ended the disgusting words.
What a coincidence. The last person left for him on the fourth floor was Aber. He really wanted to know how Aber would welcome him.
Bang! Tang Ling kicked the last door open.
Even though Aber was only staying on the fourth floor, his door was different from the others. It was decorated with pure gold patterns since he was the heir.
Tang Ling then saw Aber.
He was not wearing any standard armor or any kind of armor. He was not holding any weapon either. He was sitting on a wide chair facing the door and looking at Tang Ling with a strange smile.
Music from the old civilization echoed in the room. Of course, Tang Ling could understand it since it was one of the few languages he knew.
As a matter of fact, the language spoken in Safety Sector No. 17 was also a language that was developed using this language as the foundation.
Aber turned a blind eye to Tang Ling's arrival. He was engrossed in humming the song.
“He
deals
the
cards
as
a
meditation
He plays cards like he's in deep meditation
And
those
he
plays
never
suspect
He plays cards without hesitation
He
doesn't
play
for
the
money
he
wins
He doesn't play cards for money. "
Tang Ling listened quietly in front of the door. Aber suddenly stopped humming and looked at Tang Ling. "What do you think of when you listen to the lyrics?"
Tang Ling frowned, but he was not in a hurry to make a move. He noticed something interesting and needed to observe.
Aber did not seem to care whether Tang Ling would answer or not. He continued, "You think of it because it's a song that belongs to a man."
"I've listened to it a thousand times. Ten thousand times? I really do think so! A man devises strategies, a man is familiar with all the rules of the game, he sees through everything, he controls everything with ease. "
But in the end, none of them can touch his heart.
Listen to it, don't you think so? I understand that spades are like swords in the hands of soldiers, plum blossoms are like cannons on the battlefield, and in this artistic game, diamonds are like money in hand …
"But in the end,
that's
not
the
shape
of
my
heart。”
"Isn't it interesting? You can't help but want to explore the heart of a man who stands above everything, who can't be touched by money, power, or victory. How powerful is he? In the end, what is the softness that he treasures in his heart?
"The longer you explore, the more you want to be like him. Even if it's just on the surface, the man who sees everything as a game and plays it seriously without being restrained. "Aber said a lot in a single breath.
Tang Ling was calm. "Hmm, well said."
"No, it's not! This song represents the deepest part of a man's heart, but how many men in this world deserve it? I don't deserve it, so I listen to it and fantasize about it. "
"Tang Ling, do you want to know a secret?" Aber stood up. He even had the mood to pour himself a glass of wine.
Tang Ling kept quiet.
"This song was once a hero, a great hero, loved to hum this song. Back then, I was still young, and the only thing I remember is this.
"Safety Sector No. 17 is in danger. A bunch of bad guys and a bunch of vicious beasts are going to be wiped out.
"A man led a bunch of people. It wasn't a lot, just 50 or 60? I'm not sure, but he solved the crisis.
"I can't forget his heroic appearance on the battlefield, but I can't forget the scene when he stood under a mountain of bodies and slowly squatted down. He was distracted.
"Of course, I don't know why he was distracted. I couldn't even read his eyes at that time. I was lifted up by my father and looked at him in admiration. I heard him humming a song and I remembered the lyrics.
that's
not
the
shape
of
my
heart。”
Aber finished the wine in his glass and tilted his head at Tang Ling. "It's an interesting story, isn't it? Do you want to hear it? It's a secret. "
"Are you done?" Step by step, Tang Ling walked closer to Aber, raised his sword, and pointed it at Aber. "I don't want to hear any secrets."
"I don't need this secret in exchange for my life. I'll just die. I only have one request. Keep my body intact. I don't want my mother to be sad when she sees my dead body. Aren't you interested? "Aber was a little nervous. His hand was shaking as he poured himself another glass.
"I don't want to hear it. Let's fight." Tang Ling was determined.
Aber sighed and downed the second glass of wine. He then took out a pistol from his pocket.
As a matter of fact, given Tang Ling's current speed, a gun was no longer a threat to him. If he was not a top-notch gunner, it would be hard for him to maintain his accuracy, let alone lock onto his target.
If he missed, he would die.
"You want to fight me with this?" Tang Ling sneered.
Aber said, "I believe you are a man of your words. Leave the secret on my desk. Leave my body intact."
After that, before Tang Ling could say anything else, Aber aimed the gun at his own heart and fired the gun.
It was a Desert Eagle. The power of the bullet was self-explanatory. It might just be a simple bullet hole in the front, but it would leave a huge scar on the back.
Aber said something ridiculous and committed suicide just like that? Even a Rank 2 Purple Moon Warrior with a defensive talent would not be able to survive a shot to the heart from such a close distance.
The power of a gun was worthy of respect! The reason why it was not a threat to a Purple Moon Warrior was because of its speed and reflexes.
Tang Ling looked at Aber, but he was not surprised at all.
He slowly walked to Aber's body and flipped it over with his toes. The wound on his back was a gruesome sight.
There was no heartbeat, no breathing, and his body started to stiffen.
The only choice left for Tang Ling was to give him a complete and decent death. It was not a loss for him to take a look at the secret since he planned to burn the mansion down in the end.
However, Tang Ling did not go to the desk. Instead, he sat down beside Aber's body. There was a bar and the bottle of wine that Aber had opened earlier was still there.
Tang Ling was not a gentle person, so he picked up the bottle and took a big gulp.
He did not want to waste any more time. He also needed a little alcohol to calm the complicated feelings in his heart that were mixed with resistance.
"Do you know why you are not as smart as Andrew?" Tang Ling put the bottle down and muttered to himself. The dead Aber would never answer him.
"Because Andrew is not just smarter than you. He is also more like a man. At least he knew when he couldn't run away, he dared to fight me fair and square.
"Then, he understood the difference between petty cleverness and great wisdom. Great wisdom is forcing the enemy to agree to his demands. For example, in the end, I didn't hurt Andrew's friends anymore and I didn't even care about Hank leaving.
"Petty tricks are just like you." As Tang Ling spoke, he placed the grade B alloy longsword on the back of Aber's neck, but it was still a distance away from his neck.
Tang Ling did not say anything else. He paused for a second before he swung the longsword down and separated Aber's head from his body.
However, the brain's consciousness would not stop because of that. At that moment, Aber opened his eyes and looked at Tang Ling in disbelief.
Tang Ling glanced at him in disdain. He took another gulp of wine and said, "I've given you a chance to fight, but it's only once. So, this time, you should just die. "
"Do you think you've piqued my curiosity by telling me half of the so-called secret? Do you think I'll read that piece of paper and be a man of my word? I won't lose anything anyway. "
"No. First, I hate it when you talk about the secret. Second, I hate it when people play mind games with me and I hate being led by the nose. Your plan isn't interesting at all.
Lastly, you must be wondering how I saw through you. Hmm, I won't tell you. " As Tang Ling spoke, he walked over and picked up Aber's head. Aber was already unconscious, but Tang Ling did not leave.
However, Tang Ling did not leave. Instead, he stood in the room and continued listening to the unfinished song.
No one knew what was on his mind as he lowered his head and kept quiet.
When the last line of the song finished, he walked over and picked up the vinyl record from the jukebox. He broke it without a second thought.
Then, he walked out of the room with Aber's head in his hand. Throughout the process, he did not return to the study table.
**
Su Siao looked at the sky with a sad and stern expression.
He had seen everything and understood what Tang Ling had done, but the outcome was still within his expectations.
"I've been a failure in my life. I think my son will hate me when he grows up. Perhaps, for the rest of his life, he will never be able to understand me. "Tang Feng was rarely sad, but this time, he wanted to laugh. His eyes were filled with deep sadness.
"What can I do for you, my brother?" Su Siao was still looking at the sky, but he had no answer in his heart.
Unless he lied to Tang Ling, there was nothing else he could do! However, could he lie to Tang Ling? Of course not, and the kid would never be fooled.
Things in this world were not pretty. Most of the time, after seeing through all the glory, power, and desires, there would be no forgiveness.
At the very last moment, he realized that what he wanted was very simple. He wanted to solve his regrets and seek forgiveness. It felt like he had returned to the time when he was not blinded by desires.
However, how could he go back to the past?
Then, would his daughter forgive him?
Su Siao dared not think about it anymore. Even Rona, who he had a brief relationship with, would not forgive him, let alone his daughter.
Fine, it would be fine if she did not forgive him. At the end of the day, all he could do was let go.
The battle was about to begin.
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