"Play, play, play! Little brat, you only know how to play all day long! Look at how hardworking your Brother Wang Zhong is. If not, how could he have entered the Heroic Soul Academy? Go home and study! Don't disturb your Brother Wang Zhong! " Uncle Liang from next door came out with a stick, scaring the bunch of brats into running away in all directions. The district was in chaos, and it was extremely lively.
Every time he came back, the scene was the same, but Wang Zhong felt a deep sense of familiarity.
Little Zongzi was his nickname when he was young. His name had the word 'zhong' in it. His body wasn't good and he was afraid of the cold, so his parents wrapped him up like a zongzi.
He smiled and greeted the uncles and aunties in the district as he fished out his keys and opened the door.
The house wasn't big. It was a simple two-bedroom room with a small living room and kitchen. Since he hadn't been back for a month, the house was already covered in a thin layer of dust.
Wang Zhong rolled up his sleeves and got to work.
Although they were adoptive parents, Wang Zhong had never felt that there was any difference between him and his biological parents. There was a corner at the head of the bed that was filled with all sorts of handmade wooden toys. There was a small wooden horse, a hand-pulled cart, and some simple building blocks. These were toys from when he was young. They were made by his father during his busy work and under the dim light of the street lamps in the courtyard. He would stay up all night with dark circles under his eyes. There was also the warm water bag on his bed. When Wang Zhong was young, he was especially afraid of the cold. Every day, his mother would fill the warm water bag with warm water to warm his bed. There were too many memories of his childhood in this room. Other than the endless torment of his illness, Wang Zhong felt that his life had always been very fulfilling in his mind.
He didn't just rely on his own hard work to get through those difficult times. His parents' encouragement and optimism had infected him. Although he would occasionally wonder who his biological parents were, to be honest, such things that would only occur to him occasionally did not occupy too much of his time, even when he was young. Now, it was even more unlikely for him to think about it.
When the two of them returned, there would be a surprise for them. Wang Zhong planned to buy a better house in the city. He didn't care much about this, but his parents weren't young anymore. Letting them enjoy a better life was obviously the happiest thing for a child to do.
Wang Zhong couldn't help but laugh foolishly when he thought of that scene. Other than the CHF, this was probably the thing he was looking forward to the most. However, he didn't know how his parents would feel when they came back from a trip and found out that their poor son had become a billionaire.
Whoosh …
Wang Zhong, who was immersed in his imagination, suddenly became alert.
There was someone behind him!
At this moment, it was too late to rely on his thoughts to react. Almost subconsciously, the sense of danger took control of his body. He turned his feet, and his body swayed slightly like a willow catkin.
A dagger with a chilly green glint on its edge flew past his face. Unexpectedly, it had been dipped in poison! Wang Zhong could smell the fishy odor coming from the dagger. If he was really grazed by it, the consequences would be unimaginable.
A very strong killing intent!
At this moment, his body had just turned halfway when he saw the figure wrapped in a black cloak rush out of the wardrobe from the corner of his eye!
In an instant, Wang Zhong's expression became extremely calm. Immediately after, his palms, which contained a terrifyingly high temperature that could topple the mountains and overturn the seas, slammed down like a giant hand, not giving anyone any time to react.
It was different from Papada's flame attack. Although this flame was fused with the force of his palm, it was unexpectedly as sharp as a blade. Revealing its edge, it was aimed straight at his heart! A frightening fire attribute special ability had already enveloped Wang Zhong's body in an instant...
The eyes hidden under the black cloak were incomparably confident. There had never been a prey that had been able to escape from his grasp when he had deliberately concealed himself. Although his first attack had caused him to be slightly surprised, it didn't count for much. An outstanding assassin would always have countless variations of his moves. As long as he unleashed his hidden attack, his opponent would be able to evade it once, but he wouldn't be able to evade it forever!
In the face of life and death, Wang Zhong's eyes suddenly erupted with an unimaginable brilliance, before sending a fist rumbling out.
Bang ~ ~ ~
As power collided with power, the one that shattered was the flaming palm.
The sound of bones breaking rang out, followed by a muffled groan. The black-cloaked figure was sent flying at a speed even faster than when he had rushed up, smashing through a window by the side, before falling down to the 3rd floor.
The air was filled with the scattered fire elements, as well as the traces of the Oscillating Fist that seemed to have shaken the surrounding space.
Wang Zhong shot out like an arrow, only to be greeted by a clump of special purple smoke that was so dense that it could not be dispersed. In an instant, it obscured Wang Zhong's vision and senses. By the time he hurriedly retreated from the purple smoke, the black figure had already disappeared, leaving only a few faint traces of blood on the ground.
"Did something fall?"
Only at this moment did a neighbor poke his head out from the window downstairs.
"Did something explode just now?"
"What happened?" Upon seeing the dense black smoke, the entire district was alarmed. "Oh my god! What's with that smoke?"
Clearly, Wang Zhong had no intention of giving any more explanations. Taking advantage of the fact that he had retreated back into his room before anyone noticed him.
This was clearly a murder that had been planned for a long time. The one who had taken action was definitely a professional assassin. Although his strength might not be enough to cause fear, the might of that flaming palm was extremely astonishing, having already reached the peak of the Casted Soul Stage.
The question was, who was the other party? Why did they want to kill him? Furthermore, why were they hiding here?
It was as if they had known that Wang Zhong would return home. Not only did they erase all traces of him entering, they had even remained in a dormant state, quietly waiting for an opportunity to strike. Furthermore, when people return home, they would be especially relaxed, to the point that Wang Zhong did not notice them at all.
Looking at the dagger dipped in poison that had been pulled out from the wall, Wang Zhong didn't have much understanding towards poisons. However, just the stench from the dagger was enough to cause people to feel dizzy from half a meter away.
Looking at the bloodstains on the ground, Wang Zhong frowned. Who could it be?
… …
Rustle rustle rustle rustle.
The flickering screen gradually grew clearer, before coming to a stop in a dusky environment. Coarse breathing sounds rang out from the darkness, before the screen shook violently, appearing as though the hand holding the screen had lost the strength to hold it, causing it to drop to the ground.
Looking through the screen, one could see a fellow wearing a black cloak leaning against a large tree under the dusky and overcast sky. His entire left arm was hanging limply by his side, with the ghastly white bone protruding from his flesh, continuously dripping blood onto the ground. There was also a clear fist-shaped hole visible to the naked eye on his chest, causing his entire chest to sink in, pressuring his heart and respiratory system.
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