Chapter 69: The Battle Finally Ends

Wang Haoran stood up, dusting off his clothes.

Luckily, he knew times had changed, so whenever he went out for bad deeds, he’d bring various firearms.

Especially after getting along well with Wang Yuxiao, getting these things became much easier.

These two grenades were originally meant to destroy evidence, but they served another purpose.

Seeing the real “burning butt,” Xiao Longchen jumping around like a monkey trying to escape, Wang Haoran decided not to pursue him.

“Let’s see what good stuff I’ve stolen!”

Getting up with a smile, Wang Haoran looked at the item in his hand, his face quickly turning dark.

“Damn! Are you serious? Damn it!”

“Xiao Longchen, you bastard!!!”

Wang Haoran threw the item into the fire as if it were something dirty.

Watching it burn to ashes, Wang Haoran’s anger slowly subsided.

He felt dissatisfied.

“System, is this reasonable? I finally encounter a protagonist with items in his golden finger, and I finally use the ‘Seize’ skill actively for the first time. I thought it would be the happiest result—”

“And this is what I get?!”

“Is there no beginner’s luck for this skill?”

“Clothes, pants, wallet, Seven Kill Token, and then this broken undergarment, about a 20% chance!”

“Not giving me the Seven Kill Token is one thing, but giving me this random dirty thing, I need a bottle of hand sanitizer now!!”

“Dumbass Xiao Longchen, you call yourself the God of Death, and even your underpants have a hole in the back!”

“What misfortune!”

[…Host, luck balances out, you’ll get good stuff next time!]

The system wanted to explain that it wasn’t responsible for the results after the host used the skill. But seeing the host’s fragile heart being critted, it kept quiet and tried to comfort him.

Wang Haoran wasn’t really angry, just venting.

After venting, he turned to Zhao Dong.

After the explosion, everyone was stunned.

The bodyguards, shocked by the explosion, forgot to grab their guns, while Zhu Nan and Qing Yi, who were feigning death, crawled away to hide.

As for Zhao Dong, he hid behind the dented car, watching the battle secretly.

When the explosion happened, Zhao Dong was scared stiff. By the time he regained his senses, the warrior who seemed like a god coming to “save him and settle karma” was gone, leaving only the ghost-faced man wanting to kill him!

Crap, I’m in danger!

Zhao Dong panicked, shaking as he tried to slip away, only to see the ghost-faced man “swish” right in front of him!

“Ah… you… don’t…”

Seeing Zhao Dong sitting on the ground, nearly wetting himself, Wang Haoran prepared to finish him with a palm strike.

Suddenly, a strange smell filled the air.

Sniff sniff—

“Damn, again?!”

Smelling gasoline, Wang Haoran felt tense, knowing trouble was brewing.

What to do now?

If he didn’t run, there might be danger; if he ran, Zhao Dong surely wouldn’t die from the explosion!

Seeing Zhao Dong trembling, with wet pants, Wang Haoran decided and struck Zhao Dong’s head with full force.

[Ding! Host personally killed protagonist Zhao Dong! Zhao Dong’s protagonist halo cleared, Host’s fate points +400, ability points +40!]

Just as the system notification sounded, somehow, the vehicle’s gas tank caught fire, then—

“Boom—”

The vehicle exploded, sending shockwaves all around.

Wang Haoran was caught off guard, thrown against a tree by the blast.

Starting the skill a few seconds late, Wang Haoran still got injured.

Touching his chest, he stood up, coughed, then spat out blood.

Fortunately, the goal was achieved. Time to leave.

Seeing the others reacting, Wang Haoran thought for a moment, pressed his broken ghost mask, and spoke in a low voice.

“…Consider yourselves lucky!”

“No one escapes the Seven Kill Hall, but a big dumbass just showed up.”

“I’ll spare you this time, be grateful!”

With that, Wang Haoran vanished into the darkness.

***

As Wang Haoran quickly moved back to S City, Xiao Longchen finally stopped running.

The fire on him had long been extinguished, but fearing pursuit, he ran a bit longer.

Looking at his limping right leg, feeling his still-dizzy head, Xiao Longchen firmly remembered the ghost-faced man.

“Next time, don’t let me catch you, or you’re dead!”

Xiao Longchen vowed.

Suddenly, a night breeze blew.

Feeling a chill on his butt, Xiao Longchen touched it.

“Sigh, pants got burned… huh?!”

Xiao Longchen realized—his underpants were missing!

Where did they go?!

Xiao Longchen checked, finding nothing.

“That’s weird… did I forget to wear them again?”

“…Must be it…”

After some thought, Xiao Longchen blamed it on his forgetfulness.

Walking back to S City in the dark, Xiao Longchen felt melancholic.

“Back then, I also fled S City in the night, didn’t I?”

“You coveted my childhood sweetheart, framed me, destroyed my family.”

“I was oppressed and powerless, fleeing like a beggar.”

“But the heavens spared me; I met my master, joined the Seven Kill Hall.”

“Trained hard for seven years, now I’m back.”

“My enemies, are you ready for the God of Death’s return?!”

Xiao Longchen’s voice was full of grandeur, but in the wild, there was no response.

Only the late summer breeze blew through his legs, making him feel a bit chilly.