"The attack hit here, but it's not a fatal wound." The corpse lying on the ground was flipped over by someone, who touched his chest and said.
"It's not a fatal wound, but it's a fatal blow." The other person squatting on the opposite side used his supernatural ability to identify the body and said with certainty, "As for the fatal injuries, it can be said that as long as it's a vital part, there are injuries. When added together, it becomes a fatal injury … What's going on with this soul of Ming? Is there such a powerful Soul of Ming ability? "
"Powerful Soul of Ming ability?" The person examining the chest shook his head, pointing at where the attack hit. "It's just a Flying Sound Slash."
"How is that possible?" The person using Discernment immediately turned his gaze back to the corpse's chest.
Flying Sound Slash?
He was shocked, not because of how famous this ability was, but because it was too ordinary. As long as the members of the Dragon Team had mastered their Soul of Ming, it would be easy for them to master this ability, but not many would waste their time and energy on a mere Level 3 ability.
But now, it was this low-level superpower that they looked down upon that had caused such a terrifying injury. They would definitely not take this superpower seriously even if they killed someone who didn't take it seriously.
Bowing.
Lu Ping and the rest didn't even ask, but they all knew this person's name. He was a member of the Dragon Team like them, but he was harder to deal with than independent people like them, and even more unsociable. But this person's abilities weren't for show. Back then, he committed a serious crime in the Chang Feng Empire, and the three main districts sent out experts to capture him. He didn't hide, and fought his way out. After that, he escaped into the Xuan Army Empire, but he was also in trouble. Later, he met the city lord of Zhiling City, Draconis, and was accepted into the Dragon Team. But he still acted alone. Because of his fierce reputation, even the Dragon Team didn't dare to provoke this troublemaker. Who would have thought that he would die so easily on this deserted street.
"Maybe there were other methods to restrict his movements?"
After another round of Discernment, the person shook his head lightly. He didn't find any traces. But maybe it was a method that left no traces? As he thought about it, he stood up. His gaze fell on the owner of the breakfast stall, who had not dared to move since they arrived.
"You, what did you see? Tell me word for word," he said after pointing at the boss.
"Yes, Sir!" The boss hurriedly bowed and hurriedly recounted everything that he had seen and heard. After hearing this, the two of them finally showed some relief.
"He decided to fight just like that. It's quite unexpected."
"Ju Fang definitely didn't expect the other party to be so decisive."
"But this distance …" One of them looked at the distance between the wooden table and the spot where Ju Fang had fallen. The two of them looked at each other and nodded. They already had an idea of the speed of this attack. In the end, he left without another word.
The owner of the stall, who had wanted to pack up early in the morning, did not move. His expression was somewhat numb. He looked at the end of the street and saw another figure walking in his direction.
This is … the fifth wave, right?
The boss counted in his heart. After Lu Ping and the others left, there were people who followed them here. The two who had just left were the fourth wave. If this person was also chasing after this matter, then he would be the fifth wave.
The few waves of people, some dressed shabbily, some dressed neatly; some looked fierce, some looked indifferent. After arriving, their actions were quite consistent: check the corpse, ask questions, and chase.
They seemed to be companions with the dead person on the ground, but none of them cared about his corpse lying on the street. They didn't even give any relevant explanation to the boss. As a result, the boss couldn't figure out whether he had reported it to the authorities or not.
After sending off wave after wave, the boss was not as flustered as before. He quietly waited for the person who seemed to be the fifth wave.
This wave only had one person. It was a seemingly harmless fat man. He did not even look at the corpse on the ground. Instead, he walked straight to the boss and said cheerfully, "Boss, give me a bowl of noodles."
"Ah?" The boss was stunned. Could it be that this was not the same group of people, but a customer? But how could an ordinary customer be so indifferent to a person lying on the ground?
"A bowl of noodles." The fat man repeated his request.
"Okay, okay. What kind of noodles do you want? "the boss asked.
The fat man looked at the menu hanging on the wall very seriously and finally made up his mind. "A bowl of beef noodles, use the biggest bowl."
"Okay." The boss did not dare to be negligent. But there was no difference in the size of the bowl here, so he could only put more noodles and cut more meat, filling the bowl to the brim. Looking at the fat man again, he actually went to the table where Lu Ping and the others had sat before. He did not even have the time to clean up the bowl of noodles.
"The noodles are here!" The boss did not dare to complicate matters. After shouting, he served the extra bowl of beef noodles.
The fat man looked very satisfied. He smiled so much that his eyes almost sank into his fat. He grabbed a pair of chopsticks and started eating. The noodles were sliced beef, and he put whatever he could into his mouth without stopping for a second. The bowl of noodles was filled to the brim, and in less than a minute, it was turned upside down. The boss was a little dumbfounded. How was this eating noodles? This was clearly swallowing.
After finishing the noodles, the fat man smiled in satisfaction. Then, his gaze fell on the other five bowls of noodles on the table.
These were the leftovers from Lu Ping and the others. Before the boss could clean them up, the first wave of people from the Dragon Squad had arrived. However, the four waves of people only checked the corpse and asked him about the process. They did not pay attention to the five bowls of noodles.
Among the five bowls of noodles, two bowls were half full, two bowls had some leftover soup, and one bowl did not even have a drop of soup left. It was very clean. The fat man immediately became interested in this bowl.
"Did the person who ate this bowl lick the entire bowl?" he asked.
"Ah?" The boss was stunned. He could not help but walk over. He did not even pay much attention to the five bowls of noodles. When he walked closer, he realized that the bowls were really clean, as if they had been washed.
"How did he eat it?" the fat man asked the boss.
"He … ate very seriously!" The boss thought hard and finally used the word serious. He felt that it was very appropriate.
"Eating seriously. That's good!" the fat man praised. Then, he looked at the other four bowls and twitched his nose from time to time.
In the end, he glanced at the corpse on the ground and asked casually, "What did that guy say?"
"Them?" The boss was stunned.
"The people who came before," the fat man said.
"They … they were a little surprised. They said that they only used one attack, called Flying Sound Slash." The boss remembered. After all, in the previous four waves, other than the first wave, which was also alone, the rest of them talked to each other. The term Flying Sound Slash was unfamiliar to him, but he finally remembered it after hearing it three times.
"Other than that, is there anything different?" the fat man asked again.
The boss shook his head.
"How many people did they have?" the fat man asked again.
"There was one person in the first wave, then three people came. The next two waves had two people, and then it was you," the boss said.
"Okay." The fat man nodded and waved his hand. A few coins fell on the table.
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