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　　TL: Zhao

　　Editing: Krisaia

　　Li Yiming slowly released his grip as he stared at the gun.

　　The young man smiled in contempt and cast down a dominating look on Li Yiming. "Should've listened to me earlier! Kneel!"

　　"You…" Shao Xian was paralyzed by terror as she looked at the handgun. She was initially overjoyed at being saved like a princess by her prince charming, but the sight of the firearm chilled her blood.

　　"What do you want?" Li Yiming said in an impa.s.sive voice.

　　"Shut up and kneel down!" The young man mistook Li Yiming's calmness for terror and smashed Li Yiming's head with his weapon, thinking the latter would be too afraid to even react.

　　Li Yiming dodged back and threw out a counter blow. A crack was heard as he rammed his elbow into the young man's nose, causing the latter to fall back with blood gus.h.i.+ng out from his nostrils. Li Yiming pushed his advantage and disarmed his opponent with his right hand.

　　"You little…" The young man retaliated in anger as a black dagger appeared in his left hand and he slashed at Li Yiming's throat.

　　Li Yiming raised his right arm and made an attempt to parry the blow with the firearm he had just acquired. However, the dagger cut through metal like a knife through hot b.u.t.ter as the man showed a sinister smile, ready to slice through Li Yiming's hand.

　　Li Yiming suddenly raised his arm high up, interrupting the young man's thrust and dragging his weapon along.

　　"You…" Li Yiming's speed was completely unexpected to the young man, which was clearly beyond that of an ordinary human being.

　　Meanwhile, Li Yiming used his other fist to punch the young man's ribs three times, with the sound of the bones breaking clearly audible as he delivered blow after blow.

　　"I'll kill you!" The young man twisted back in a frenzied rage and threw a slash at Li Yiming with another dagger.

　　With a strike at the man's wrist, Li Yiming interrupted the attack, followed by a shove which drove the dagger into his own chin. The blade's tip emerged out the young man's head, and he fell down to the ground, limp. A small stream of blood slowly seeped out of his head and tainted the carpet red.

　　Li Yiming was not about to hold any pity for a guardian who was ready to kill him.

　　"You… you killed him!" Only now did Shao Xian react to the chain of events.