Chapter 1739 - 894: If You're Not Convinced, Let's Fight! (Part 3)

"Help... help..."

In the burning hell, amongst countless charred corpses, a convulsing body crawled out with difficulty, stretching out a hand, trying to tug at William's pant leg.

The shattered face rose with difficulty, with eyes burnt to cinders hanging dry streaks of blood tears, humbly pleading and begging.

William remained silent, unresponsive.

He just propped up his numb body with a hammer, then lifted his foot, exerting all his effort to kick that face back into the flames:

"Fuck you!"

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By the time William saw Ji Jue, it was already the latter part of the night.

Stumbling out of the descending Flying Airship, William, disregarding his injuries, leaned against the wall as he rushed down, shoving Meng Sang aside, and looked at Ji Jue, eyes bloodshot:

"Where's Ao Gao?"

"He's dead."

Ji Jue indifferently replied, "Killed by people from Sea Abyss Corner."

For a moment, William froze in place, dazed.

For a fleeting moment, he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.

Then, he heard Ji Jue's voice:

"...That's what he originally wanted me to tell you."

With that, he stepped aside, revealing the figure in the wheelchair behind him, just rescued, with a pale face, his body wrapped in bandages, chin and mouth still covered in dark stitches.

When Ji Jue's five fingers spread open, a perfectly intact bullet fell from his palm, hitting the ground with a clang, still carrying a trace of blood.

For a moment, William's eyes widened, speechless.

After pulling the trigger, the bullet flew out, pierced through the jaw, breaking the tongue, and was supposed to smash into the brain from the upper palate... but Ji Jue took it down beforehand.

Bad luck!

Damn it, I came to talk about interests, and you talk to me about brotherhood, making me look like some villain with sins beyond redemption...

However, the nature revealed in the moments between life and death has already made guarantees with his words and actions.

Ji Jue thus didn't mind fulfilling his beauty.

He just didn't want to bear the blame for others, nor did he bother spending time playing with fools.

"Sort your brotherly matters yourselves."

He lastly glanced at the two of them, then lowered his head to remind Ao Gao, "Also, remember to settle the bill."

Heavens know, he's not a devil. Why does everyone who sees him think they're cut from the same cloth?

Considering Ao Gao bet his life to vouch for William, Ji Jue still didn't stand by indifferently, but he couldn't use his own resources to work for free for others, right?

The activation of the Seven Cities' defense system, the spiritual consumption, the economic loss caused by the Seven Cities plus Ji Jue's manual fees, and materials needed for Sword of Damocles... Were they all falling from the sky?

Since there are old ties, just charge the cost price, including installments and interest, would mean Shiye Wilderness selling blood and sweat for the Seven Cities for seventy years.

It's nothing, easy and relaxed.

Just keep working hard!

"..."

On the silent tarmac, William stared blankly at Ao Gao in the wheelchair, opening his mouth but unable to make a sound, with eyes growing redder.

On the other hand, Ao Gao became embarrassed by the stares, and turned his head aside.

"Still alive, huh, you... hey, what are you... you're going to..."

Boom!

William limped up, directly kicking with Nine Heavens Thunderbolt Double Kick, sending Ao Gao flying off the wheelchair, crashing onto the ground, coughing up blood incessantly.

Ao Gao coughed violently, struggling, eyes reddened with urgency:

"Damn it, I'm going to die soon!"

William didn't reply, just got up from the ground, rushed over, kicked him flying again, then swung a fist the size of a sandbag, striking his face with a punch!

Boom!

"You bastard... I'm really dying!" Ao Gao screamed, eyes wide: "Hold on..."

Boom!

William didn't reply, just punched, then another punch, and yet another punch!

Beating Ao Gao to near death again, he himself panting heavily, with the remaining toxins within and wounds healing, otherwise, he would've kicked Ao Gao whole from Luo Island to Xiang State!

It wasn't until he got tired, vented his anger, he sat down, after rummaging through his pockets for a while, gestured at the already dumbfounded Meng Sang nearby, grabbing his cigarette and lighter, lit one up for himself, and took a deep drag.

Finally, he relaxed.

Through the smoke rising in curls, he noticed Ao Gao's gaze beside him. With a bruised face, Ao Gao sat on the ground, looked at the cigarette, raising his chin, gesturing towards him.

William pretended not to see, but Ao Gao gestured again.

"Damn you."

William cursed, shoving the cigarette he'd only taken two puffs into Ao Gao's mouth.

Just like that, the two half-dead people squatted on the empty tarmac, taking turns smoking, just like many years before.

Still the same discontent, still the same mindlessness.

"What next?"

William suddenly asked, "What to do?"

"I don't know!" Ao Gao rolled his eyes, cursed, "I was beaten to death by you, don't bother me in afterlife. Figure it out yourself!"

William remained silent, for a long time, suddenly said: "I really thought you were dead."

Thus, Ao Gao also fell silent, unable to speak.

But William started to laugh.

Patting his shoulder.

"Don't die, Ao Gao." He gently pleaded, "As long as you're alive, the two of us brothers will keep going."

"...Yeah."

In the silence, a sweltering sea breeze blew from afar.

From the end of the sky, thunder sounded the arrival of a storm.

The storm poured all night, continuing till the next day without stopping.

And right at dawn, on the fifth day of the Desert Market elections, the long-dormant Seven Cities suddenly erupted with unprecedented terrifying commotion.

Thugs lurking in darkness poured out like mad dogs!

Declaring war on Hidden Mist Reef!

Declaring war on Sea Abyss Corner!

Declaring war on Rot Swamp, Reef Gate, Six United, Three-finger Mountain Desert Market Alliance, West Shore, Shunchang, Wan Hui Trading Company, Western Line Trade Alliance, Gray Port, damn the entire West Sea.

Declare war! Declare war! Declare war! Declare war!

Stop the bullshit, stop the dawdling, if you don't accept, then damn it, fight!