Chapter 449 - 355: Incite Defection?
He stared in disbelief at the young monk before him.
If he wasn’t mistaken, the young monk’s hand hadn’t touched his face at all, yet he had been slapped twice with incredible force.
One on the left, one on the right. Perfectly balanced, and absurdly painful.
Sitting on the uneven ground, the man’s head was buzzing. He recalled a phrase he learned in elementary school—what was it? To die before the mission is accomplished?
Wasn’t that exactly his situation right now?
’Who would have thought that woman would have such an infuriatingly stubborn, brain-dead monk by her side!’
’No matter what I said, I couldn’t turn him!’
’I offered him money and women!’
’Why?’
’He’s young, but he shouldn’t be like this, right?’
’This is bad. I have to run!’
’I have to get away!’
’The mission to kill that woman will have to be re-evaluated!’
Just as he turned and ran less than a meter, an even greater force sent him flying. The hidden weapons on his body fell one by one, CLATTERING to the ground.
Tears and snot streamed down his face.
The pain was worse than broken bones. "Run again, I’ll kill you."
The five short words made the man instantly drop back onto his butt, too scared to move.
’Where in the world did such a powerful monk come from?’
’Even though I’m one of the Huaguo people... Flower Country has always been terrible. How could there possibly be someone so strong here!’
’All the strong people should be in the Free Country!’
THUD. He dropped to his knees, facing the young monk. "Master, I beg you, spare me! I’ll give you anything you want, just let me live!"
"I have money! I have lots and lots of money! I can give you half!"
"How about I give you two hundred thousand!"
"Three hundred thousand is also fine..."
’Don’t let me die here.’ This was the man’s most fervent, desperate thought.
’Trying to buy his life with money was his greatest hope now, wasn’t it?’
"Master! Just let me go, and I’ll give you five hundred thousand! You can buy lots and lots of things with five hundred thousand!"
’Lots and lots?’
Hearing this, Kong Jian couldn’t help but wonder, ’How much is "a lot"?’
’Is it really a lot?’
’If it’s a lot, does that mean I can buy lots and lots of things for Master?’
But Kong Jian didn’t respond, and the man’s heart grew even more unsettled.
’No way, does he really not want to leave me a single cent?’
’Isn’t this monk a little too greedy?’
’Those old-timers from Flower Country always said, "If I don’t go to Hell, who will?"’
’So why won’t this monk just go to Hell?’
’Instead of coming here to take my life!’
Unfortunately, no amount of complaining was going to change his fate.
The next second, the man was hoisted up by a long vine and left hanging from a large tree.
Head down, feet up.
Every bone in his body was CREAKING and GROANING, as if it were about to crumble into dust.
"You truly aren’t suited to be one of the Huaguo people."
Hearing the monk finally speak again, the tearful man nodded. "Master, you’re so right! Please, just let me go like a fart!"
"A person like you... I believe the term is ’traitor,’ isn’t it?"
Kong Jian thought seriously for a moment. Faced with this kind of trash...
’...it’s only normal for me to vent some of my frustration from the past few days, right?’
’That way, when Da Guo gets angry, I can go right back to being Da Guo’s punching bag.’
’Perfect.’
And so, if there had been any bystanders for the scene that followed, they would have needed to watch with their eyes closed.
’Hanging upside down from the tree, the man could only feel that he must have one foot in Hell already, right?’
’Oh, beautiful Free Country... am I truly fated never to reach you?’
’Why would Heaven treat a sincere person like me this way?’
’This mission... is a total wipeout...’
"Sister, aren’t we going over?"
Dressed in beautiful clothes, Little White held a pair of binoculars, her eyes glued to the scene they revealed.
’This is the first time I’ve ever seen such a violent underling.’
’He’s too fierce!’
’He’s even fiercer than me!’
’Even though I can’t hear what they’re saying.’
Little White had completely adapted to her identity as Wen Xiaobai. She had gone from calling her "Master" to "Sister," and the change felt sweet to her.
Wen Ying, holding her own binoculars, stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Little White, watching the same scene. "No rush. Let Kong Jian play. Let him have some fun."
Wen Ying had long since noticed Kong Jian’s awkwardness, especially after Little White took human form.
Kong Jian had become even more flustered; he didn’t even dare to look at Little White for too long.
’That personality of his has to change.’
Although the scene in the binoculars was a tad violent, it was no big deal.
’These people deserve to die anyway.’
’She wasn’t a saint, nor did she ever think about things like saving others.’
’She was an ordinary person with ordinary human desires.’
Wen Ying was crystal clear about the purpose of these people—they were here to take her life.
"Sister, that person looks like he’s from our country. Is it okay to kill him?"
Little White seemed eager, even a little excited.