Chapter 622: It’s Time to Wrap Up (Part One)

“Weren’t you dead?” Murong Fu shouted in surprise. “Impossible, even if you aren’t dead, you should be severely injured and unable to get out of bed, you should be in a coma.”

Xu Cheng: “A day in a coma is about right. All I can say is that you guys came too late, and my comrades are very stubborn. It’s a bit unexpected that they actually tossed you guys into this situation.”

Mario and Chekhov were overjoyed. “Boss!”

“You guys are good, dragging this out until now.” Xu Cheng laughed and then looked at Murong Fu and asked, “You recognize me, which family of the four clans are you from?”

Murong Fu took out his gun and pointed it at Xu Cheng as he answered. “Murong!”

Xu Cheng looked at him indifferently, and then said to those soldiers of the Murong Family behind him, “So many people have already died, I don’t want to kill more. I was also very generous to the mercenaries of the Ryong Family, so I can likewise give you a chance. Kill this Murong Fu, and I will let you go.”

Murong Fu said to the other soldiers, “Don’t listen to him, he is a scared chick now, he must be bluffing. If he could have done it, he would have done it a long time ago. Whoever can take him out will be rewarded five million dollars!”

The jaws of those soldiers dropped. $5 million!

With this money, they could go to any country, immigrate, and leave the Land of Mercenaries!

There were about twenty courageous soldiers who, after glancing at each other, all feared that the others would come to take this opportunity. And once they read each other’s thoughts, they all turned to shoot at Xu Cheng.


When the bullet pierced through the rain and flew towards Xu Cheng, Durson picked Zhang Xiu up onto his shoulders and disappeared.

Zhang Xiu felt that his hairstyle had changed and that he was going to be one with the sunset as he cursed, “What the hell are you doing carrying me if you’re not carrying the boss?”

Dulson: “Is Boss afraid of guns? I’m afraid that you were going to die!”

Zhang Xiu was stunned, that was true.

Xu Cheng could have done nothing to dodge the bullets, but he still wanted to rely on his telekinesis and try to see if he could control the moving bullets.

When the bullets reached a meter in the air in front of him, they stalled in the air, as if the picture was frozen.

More than a hundred bullets stopped in the air, and Xu Cheng looked at the number of bullets and the number of mercenaries in front of him, numbering more than fifty, and he sighed. “Too young, don’t say I didn’t give it a chance.”

Then, the bullets suspended in the air suddenly flew back and towards those soldiers and pierced through them.

Each bullet seemed to be homing in on the mercenaries as they flew towards them relentlessly, and no bullet was wasted. More than a hundred bullets pierced through the hearts, necks, and other critical body parts of more than fifty mercenaries.


Murong Fu realized that all the soldiers around him had fallen onto the ground and blood slowly clouded over the water at their feet.

Raindrops continued to pour down from the sky.

He looked at Xu Cheng, and Xu Cheng also looked at him.

Xu Cheng didn’t do anything from the start to finish except just looking at him with indifferent eyes, but more than fifty soldiers died just like that.

“You’re not human!” Murong Fu looked at Xu Cheng and said.

Xu Cheng didn’t reply nor deny it either.

He said, “Perhaps in the future, Earth will be divided into two kinds of people, members of the Deviants, and the others.

Having said that, his eyebrows furrowed, as if he was using his telekinesis power.

Murong Fu found that his hand that was holding the pistol suddenly raised up without his command. He grabbed it with his other hand, but it was useless. He found that the controlled hand seemed to want to point the gun at his forehead, and he hurriedly snatched the gun, but the hand that snatched it was also controlled to point the gun at his own head.

When Xu Cheng turned around, Murong Fu shot himself and fell down into a rainy mud puddle, with his head bleeding.

Mario and Chekhov were dumbfounded as they looked around at the fifty or so soldiers who were dead. They blinked their eyes in disbelief as all of them had died in less than a minute. (read on noodletowntranslated dot com to support the actual translators)

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