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Chen Tao appeared somewhat restrained as he glanced at Song Qiao and A Gang, before finally standing up and taking a couple of steps forward to face Xu Lie. He thought to himself, this must be the Second Prince. He didn’t look much older than himself.
Not knowing the proper etiquette for a bow, Chen Tao simply clasped his fists together and bent slightly at the waist, making it seem as if he intended to bow. Song Qiao and A Gang exchanged satisfied glances, thinking that Chen Tao had at least some awareness of decorum.
However, they were mistaken. It seemed that Chen Tao's bow was merely a pretense to gather strength. The Zhen Qi surged into his feet as he bent down, subtly bending his knees before he suddenly pushed off with both feet, launching himself toward Xu Lie like an arrow released from a bow!
Chen Tao had not forgotten Elder Li's last words before he died. He had made no resistance along the way, not because he couldn't overpower Song Qiao, but because his internal injuries had yet to heal. Fortunately, the Zhen Qi was working steadily within him and had finally healed him just yesterday. Chen Tao feigned being only partially recovered for this very moment!
As long as he could subdue the Second Prince before him, not only could he escape this place, but he could also directly uncover the truth about Bai Yu Men!
How dare you?!!
Outrageous!
Song Qiao and A Gang gasped in shock, trying to rise from their seats to intercept him, but they were always a step too late, overwhelmed by an initial wave of panic. They couldn’t even begin to imagine what would happen if the Second Prince fell into Chen Tao's hands or what terrible consequences awaited them.
What unfolded next exceeded everyone’s expectations. Facing the rushing Chen Tao, Xu Lie did not dodge or evade; instead, he sat leisurely in his seat without moving an inch.
Slow—far too slow.
Enhanced by genetic serum, Xu Lie was agile enough to dodge bullets seemingly out of thin air. What did that even mean? One must understand that the speed of a bullet upon leaving the chamber is at least several hundred meters per second; who could possibly match that speed?
In a flash, Chen Tao was sent flying backward at an even faster speed than he had approached, spewing a mist of blood into the air as it scattered like rain.
When he finally hit the ground and kicked up a cloud of dust, staring up at the towering beams of the mansion, Chen Tao still couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. Everything transpired too quickly; it felt as though he had been struck by an old bull from a luxury car, with all his internal organs shifting violently within him.
As the excruciating pain flashed through his mind, the others had already collapsed to the ground. Just in time to dodge the flying bodies of Chen Tao, Song Qiao, and A Gang, their eyes widened in disbelief as they fixated on the shoe print imprinted on Chen Tao's chest.
"What the hell?! Did I just see that? The angle charged in! The angle was taken out by the Second Prince in an instant!"
"I told you the Second Prince was something else. One kick sent the angle flying; even the protective Zhen Qi was useless. Ridiculous."
"Could it be that the Second Prince has some hidden talent? Otherwise, how could he crush and eliminate someone with Bai Nei Li at such a similar age?"
Xu Lie retracted his foot while marveling at how effective the genetic serum produced by the company was. Seeing Song Qiao and A Gang's astonished expressions made him want to laugh. "Old Song, could you please pour me a cup of tea? A Gang, help him up; he should be able to speak properly now."
The two finally snapped back to reality, looking at Xu Lie in disbelief.
Song Qiao reacted the quickest: "Sure."
As he went to pour the tea, he silently marveled at how hidden the prince's talents were—never revealing himself, and no one knew that he possessed such extraordinary skills.
A Gang, on the other hand, had simpler thoughts: The prince was strong; it was definitely right to follow him.
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