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"You seem quite relaxed. Do you know that I can take you down without a gun? You have the time of a cigarette; today, I'll make an exception and answer three of your questions. Hurry up," Ruan Shaowen said. Zhang Yang wasted no time and asked directly.
"Who sent you to kill me?"
"We never ask our employer's name."
"What did you do before?"
"An orphan from the Vietnam War, a professional killer."
"How much for my head?"
"Two hundred thousand. One hundred thousand for killing you, and another one hundred thousand for bringing your head back."
Zhang Yang extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray on the coffee table and laughed, "I didn't expect my head to be so expensive. Are you on drugs?"
"That's already the fourth question," Ruan Shaowen said, tossing aside his cigarette butt and standing up.
"This is my home, don't throw your cigarette butts around," Zhang Yang said, a hint of displeasure flashing across his face as he adjusted his arms on the sofa.
Ruan Shaowen stepped forward, sitting directly on the coffee table opposite Zhang Yang, staring intently at his face and saying, "At your age, having this kind of courage, I must admit I admire you a bit. So I will try to make your death painless."
"Your employer is really a bastard; he has put you in a terrible situation..." Zhang Yang shook his head.
Before Zhang Yang could finish his sentence, Ruan Shaowen struck with both palms, aiming for Zhang Yang's temples.
Zhang Yang sat on the sofa, his body slipping away like an eel, dodging the strike while simultaneously raising his right leg for a swift kick.
Zhang Yang changed tactics quickly. Ruan Shaowen's expression changed drastically as he turned sideways and shifted his palms to counter Zhang Yang's incoming right leg. Unexpectedly, Zhang Yang's left leg swept in like a tidal wave, crashing directly onto Ruan Shaowen's shoulder. The force of this kick was tremendous, sending Ruan Shaowen crashing onto the adjacent sofa.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yang leaped up, and after landing, he supported the sofa that was about to fall with one hand while gripping Ruan Shaowen's throat with the other. "I wasn't finished speaking earlier. The employer has put you in a terrible situation. Do you think earning this 200,000 is easy?"
Ruan Shaowen was stunned. With a gun and a person, he had never missed before. Although he had been tricked by the water pipe at first, he thought that facing such an ordinary young man in close combat would be effortless. Now, with his throat locked and breathing difficult, he was momentarily flustered.
"Are you using drugs?"
"Yes. I have too many old injuries, and when the pain becomes unbearable, I start using."
"Sit!" Zhang Yang suddenly released his grip.
Ruan Shaowen collapsed onto the sofa. At this moment, his shoulder hit by Zhang Yang still hurt severely, and raising his arm was somewhat laborious.
Zhang Yang got up and entered the bedroom to pick up Ruan Shaowen's handgun. It was an old-fashioned M1911 pistol, which has a caliber of 11.43mm—large and heavy, with a low initial velocity but extremely high stopping power. Using such a firearm indicated that Ruan Shaowen had great confidence in his own skills.
"If you can't kill me, how will you explain it when you go back?" Zhang Yang handed the handgun back to Ruan Shaowen.
Ruan Shaowen was again stunned; this kid was too confident. Although he was better in hand-to-hand combat, he still dared to return the gun to him.
After returning the gun, Zhang Yang said, "You use drugs, so you know Chuan the Boss. Your usual drugs come from him. Am I right?"
"Who is Chuan the Boss?"
"Don't play dumb with me. He wants you to kill me because he suspects that I interfered with the arrest of his daughter Sister Yao by Haizhou Police."
"Oh?"
"I could have killed you just now without breaking a sweat. I'm not killing you because I want you to deliver a message: if Chuan the Boss tries to trouble me again, don't think that just because he's in Tianfu Province, I can't take him out!"
"You basically understood what I said," Ruan Shaowen glanced at Zhang Yang.
"You can leave now," Zhang Yang waved his hand impatiently.
"Aren't you afraid I might kill you right now?" Ruan Shaowen picked up the gun.
"Hahaha..." Zhang Yang laughed loudly, not responding to Ruan Shaowen.
"Farewell!" Ruan Shaowen raised the gun and stood up to leave.
"Brother Ruan, if you can quit, just quit," Zhang Yang said to Ruan Shaowen's back.
"How can you be so sure that I do drugs? Those dark circles under my eyes are just a genuine smoky makeup," Ruan Shaowen sneered inwardly. As he reached the door, he suddenly turned around and pulled the trigger!
Damn it, the trigger wouldn't budge! Ruan Shaowen took a closer look and found that the area above the trigger was tightly pinched, as if it had been welded shut. "No wonder you dared to give me the gun back; what incredible strength..." Just as Ruan Shaowen was mumbling to himself, a sudden force came, and the handgun flew out of his hand!
Zhang Yang's fingers curled into a grip, pulling with a swift motion, and the gun flew into his hand.
Seeing this scene, Ruan Shaowen was completely petrified. Incredible! Is this even human?
"Close the door when you leave," Zhang Yang said before tossing the gun back to Ruan Shaowen. Ruan Shaowen couldn't remember how he caught the gun, how he closed the door, or how he left. All he could think was to get away quickly, as far as possible, from this monster.
It wasn't until he could no longer hear Ruan Shaowen's footsteps that Zhang Yang looked at his own hand in surprise, not expecting that merging had broken through Strange Soul's Orange Level, allowing him to exert force from a distance.
Zhang Yang adjusted his breathing and focused his energy.
The Red Level was the initial level after Strange Soul was sealed. At this stage, Zhang Yang only possessed Strange Soul's martial prowess and intellect from its lifetime and could not grasp how to cultivate to higher levels of Fusion of Extraordinary Souls. As a result, in a critical moment, a bullet happened to hit the gathering point of his energy at that time, helping Zhang Yang merge into the second layer of Strange Soul's cultivation—Orange Level.
This level is not the original level, but one formed through Soul Cultivation. After merging, Zhang Yang suddenly gained the awareness of remote force application. With a grab, he forcefully took the gun from Ruan Shaowen's hand.
As he adjusted his breath and focused his mind, Zhang Yang unexpectedly made another gain!
He suddenly felt a cool sensation seep into his chest, and a dancing figure appeared in his mind, the figure being orange. At this moment, as the energy within him circulated, his limbs and bones felt incredibly comfortable. After several seconds, the coolness that had seeped into his chest disappeared, and the Orange Figure in his mind gradually settled down, eventually fading away.
Zhang Yang took off a Four Seasons Peace Jade Pendant from around his neck; this was the source of the coolness that had entered his chest. This jade pendant was of icy quality with a hint of green, and he had worn it for many years, becoming increasingly lustrous and transparent over time. However, looking at it now, it had lost its luster and appeared dull and gray.
"It seems that by using the jade stone to absorb Spiritual Energy, it helps accelerate the fusion with the Strange Soul. To upgrade from Orange Level to Yellow Level, I must rely on the Spiritual Energy of the jade!" Zhang Yang realized.
As for what kind of abilities would be attained after fusing and breaking through to Yellow Level, Zhang Yang's consciousness was vague and lacked clear information. He could only rely on the methods he currently possessed to quickly fuse and break through with the help of the jade's Spiritual Energy. Only by fusing and breaking through this level of Strange Soul could he know what kind of abilities he would gain. Just like how after Zhang Yang fused and broke through to Orange Level, he subsequently gained the awareness of remote force application.
After absorbing the Spiritual Energy from the jade pendant, Zhang Yang felt that the power within him had become much purer and denser.
"However, this jade stone, especially high-quality jade stones, are too expensive; I'm really short on money right now!" Thinking of this, Zhang Yang suddenly swung his hand in a chopping motion towards the table.
With a "crack," the glass square ashtray on the table split cleanly in half without leaving any shards behind.
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