Chapter 1208: Chapter 1205: Quite the Show
The bullet suspended about five centimeters from the youthful heart, as if something had caught hold of it, hovering in mid-air and spinning on the spot.
His starry eyes slightly lifted; the youth sidestepped the bullet and continued up the stairs. Suddenly, the bullet veered, narrowly grazing Bi Xia and effortlessly embedding itself in the man’s heart.
The man fell to the ground, eyes wide open. As if nothing had happened, the youth slowly approached him, kneeling down to look at the death-defying man. Bi Xia gently raised his hand and closed the man’s eyes, saying lightly, "Don’t die with regrets. Your hands are stained with blood. Today’s ending should have been expected."
He straightened up, turned coldly towards the bodies littered on the stairs. Bi Xia, hands in pockets, looked down at them from above, "Did you see?"
Every person has a fear of death, especially about some mysterious events they don’t understand. To them now, Bi Xia was a figure beyond belief. He barely moved, yet effortlessly killed their leader after exchanging just a few blows initially.
So they quickly nodded, understanding swiftly from the sharpened razor’s edge of life and death that they needed to accept what they knew. Anything beyond that should remain unspoken, even at the cost of death, especially under such circumstances.
Pleased with their sense of discretion, Bi Xia snorted lightly, then spoke slowly, "Let me ask you, where is the person you brought back?"
"Are you, are you talking about... Second Young Master Ji?" One of them asked shakily.
With starry eyes indifferent, that person paused, quickly adding, "Upstairs, third floor! On the third floor!"
Bi Xia glanced at them lightly, opting not to inquire why they had brought Ji Qiutang there. From the moment he received Wei Ming’s call, and learned that Yu Du’s people took Ji Qiutang away, he wondered why Qiutian had been brought back so easily. But none of that mattered now; since he was here, Bi Xia wouldn’t leave empty-handed.
Yu Du... huh.
However, recalling what Wei Ming mentioned, Bi Xia’s expression darkened; he needed to hurry.
Exploding all suspensions at the stairway entrance, one hand stayed in his pocket while the other slowly opened. A silver-white pistol appeared in his palm, gripped firmly as Bi Xia made his way to the third floor. Emotionlessly, he looked at the door secured by a fingerprint lock. With starry eyes lazily lifted, a serene blue gradually overflowed, observing the fleeting orange on the door. His starry eyes slightly raised, clicking his tongue, "What a damn girlish color."
If ordinary methods won’t open this door... Bi Xia smirked faintly. The gun in hand slowly enlarged, a small cannon tube appeared and rested on his shoulder. His starry eyes casually watched the door as the azure spiritual power within the small cannon tube grew heavier, suddenly bursting forth straight towards the door.
A thunderous boom sounded; the door exploded instantly. The two individuals inside the office, enjoying tea, were shocked and broke into a cold sweat, sitting upright to stare at the blasted door.
By this time, the small cannon tube had reverted to a small pistol. Bi Xia sauntered through the white-grey smoke, accompanied by a leisurely pace. His starry eyes lazily lifted; his voice indifferent as he gazed at the two seated on the sofa, finally fixing his gaze on the elegant man who reclined quietly, smiling on the sofa.
"Ji Qiutang, what a splendid performance you directed."
Ji Qiutang chuckled and placed the teacup on the table, smiling at Bi Xia, "Your arrival makes the show truly marvelous."
