After the burial ceremony, the people who had come to pay their respects left one after another. After everyone had left, Xiao Luo walked out from the shadows and slowly approached Takahara Kei's grave.
In the grayish-white photo, Takahara Kei's benevolent smile could be seen. He had used suicide to end his guilt. He had used suicide to atone for the people who had been killed by the biological research facility. Just as he had written in "On the Crimes of Nippon Province," he had written, "If I were to die, I would like to rest in the brightest shadow, where the flowers sing hymns, where the souls of criminals rest in peace, where the spirits of sorrowful dancers rest in peace on the quiet autumn leaves …"
"Mr. Takahara, I, Xiao Luo, will send you off. Have a safe journey!"
Xiao Luo nodded slightly at Takahara Kei's grave as a farewell to this brave soul.
He turned around and was about to leave when he suddenly saw a figure standing in the distance. She was dressed in black and had a white flower pinned to her chest. She was beautiful, and her eyes sparkled with the light of the stars. She looked innocent and sorrowful. She had an air of elegance and gentleness about her.
Who else could it be but Takahara Keika?
Xiao Luo was stunned for a moment. Then, he pretended not to see her and walked away.
"Xiao Han, the Thousand-Faced Killer!"
At that moment, Takahara Keika threw away her umbrella and ran toward him while screaming. As she ran, she pulled out a dagger from her chest pocket and held it in her hand. She gritted her teeth and stabbed at Xiao Luo with a vengeful look in her eyes.
She was not a professional, and her stabbing technique was full of flaws!
Xiao Luo took a step back and dodged the attack. Then, he gently flicked the blade of the dagger with his finger.
CLANG!
There was a metallic clang as the blade vibrated violently. Takahara Keika felt a throbbing pain between her thumb and index finger. She loosened her grip, and the dagger flew out of her hand and landed on the ground not far away. The tip of the blade was pointed downwards, and it was half buried in the ground. Most of the blade was exposed.
Takahara Keika was stunned for a moment. Then, she clenched her fists and attacked Xiao Luo with all her might.
"Give me back my father's life, give me back my father's life …"
She shouted sternly at Xiao Luo as she fought. At this moment, the young girl had become a crazy female leopard, baring her fangs and brandishing her claws in an aggressive manner.
Xiao Luo was holding an umbrella. Facing Takahara Keika's chaotic attacks, he was always able to dodge them with a simple and clean move. He was at ease and calm.
This went on for about five minutes. Takahara Keika was so tired that she sat on the ground and cried miserably, "Give my father back, give him back, sob sob sob …"
Her hair was drenched by the rain, and a few strands of wet hair stuck to her pretty face. Her tears and rainwater flowed down her face together, ruining her makeup. Of course, she now knew that this Mie was the Thousand-Faced Killer, Xiao Han. It was laughable and pathetic that she was still looking forward to falling in love with such a ruthless killer.
Xiao Luo lowered his head and looked at her quietly. He said lightly, "I didn't kill your father."
"Although you didn't kill him, you forced him to his death!"
Takahara Keika raised her head and said fiercely, "If it weren't for you, he wouldn't have taken sleeping pills to commit suicide. He would still be alive and well. You are a butcher with blood on your hands. You will die a horrible death. I curse you to the eighteenth level of hell!"
Xiao Luo was stunned for a moment, then he smiled and said, "Even if I killed your father, what can you do other than talk nonsense here?"
"I …"
Takahara Keika bit her red lips and stared at him.
Xiao Luo sneered and said, "You are too useless. You only know how to hang out in bars all day. Your father was the richest man in Nippon Province. He was a hero, but you are just a useless piece of trash. Without Takahara Kei, you are nothing. You can't do anything. You can only sit on the ground and cry like a child. You are weak, useless, and childish. They say that dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, but Takahara Kei, the dragon, gave birth to a worm like you, a stinking worm that will never be able to make it to the top."
These words were like sharp daggers stabbing into Takahara Keika's body.
Her eyes were trembling violently, and the rims of her eyes were red beyond recognition. Her dignity and her soul were being trampled on mercilessly.
Xiao Luo squatted down, grabbed her by the collar, and lifted her up slightly. He smiled coldly like a vicious villain and said, "You want to take revenge on me? Sure, but come back when you are strong enough. Otherwise, don't come here and embarrass yourself. I like to kill so much, but I don't want to kill you. Do you know why? Because a piece of trash like you is not worth killing. Killing you will only dirty my hands! "
After that, he let go of her and threw her back to the ground.
Takahara Keika sat on the ground as if she had lost her soul. Her eyes were wide open. She was helpless, hopeless, and beautiful!
At that moment, a woman appeared in the distance. That woman had just put down the phone. Although she was terrified, she still called out Takahara Keika's name and ran over.
Xiao Luo knew that she had called the police, so he did not stay there any longer. He walked around Takahara Keika and left. After about ten meters, he could not help but look back at Takahara Keika's haggard figure in the rain. He sighed. He did not mean to say those words. He only wanted Takahara Keika to grow up quickly with her hatred for him. This was the only thing he could do for Takahara Keika.
"Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep!"
Police sirens were blaring, and helicopters were approaching from afar. The military and the police were working together. They were very sensitive to any news about Xiao Han, the Thousand-Faced Killer. Once he appeared, they would be able to respond quickly.
Xiao Luo got into a sports car parked outside the cemetery. He drove the sports car toward the city. He had already obtained his passport and a new identification card. He needed to get to the airport and fly directly from Nippon Province to the Mei Nation.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!
The helicopters above his head fired missiles at him one after another. The police cars chasing after him also fired at him. Police cars and military vehicles came from all directions to surround him.
It was an ambush from all sides!
Xiao Luo's lips curled into a smile as he drove the sports car calmly. Missiles and bullets couldn't hit the sports car he was driving.
"Did you kill that damn bastard?"
Anpei was personally in the Metropolitan Police Department's joint military and police office. He questioned Xiao Luo loudly through the communicator. His broken left arm had been put in a cast, but he endured the pain and came here with Oshima Jun and the old chief of the Metropolitan Police Department to take command. His hatred for Xiao Luo was so deep that he wished he could eat his flesh and drink his blood.
"Sir, not yet. The target's driving skills are too good. He is going at a speed of 200 miles per hour. We are unable to accurately lock onto him," a soldier's voice came from the speaker of the communicator.
Anbei was furious. "Idiot, you are all useless. If he escapes this time, you will all commit seppuku!"
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