Chapter 1379 - 1379: Observer Kong Xiuming

No time to rest, as the black-clad man retreats, his figure twists, the broadsword sweeps horizontally to momentarily force Tang Yunshu back.

However, in doing so, his back is inevitably exposed to Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng would not miss such an opportunity, gripping the Thunder Pattern Steel, he charges towards the black-clad man's hindbrain.

Two against one, it seems somewhat dishonorable to claim victory this way.

But in reality, those skilled in righteousness and morality are often very few.

In the face of life and death, such things are utterly inconsequential!

"Clang!"

The long blade strikes against the Thunder Pattern Steel, moonlight reflecting on the blade, casting just the right glow on the black-clad man's face.

That face shows no expression, the eyes devoid of any emotion apart from a chilling coldness.

"Bang!"

Taking this chance, Tang Yunshu kicks up, landing squarely on the black-clad man's waist.

Xiao Feng follows suit, retreating, causing the black-clad man to kneel on one knee.

"There's still a few days until New Year, bowing now won't get you any New Year money from me."

"Pft!"

Tang Yunshu couldn't hold back a laugh, then sneers: "He's not prepared, but I have money, you bow to me, I'll give it to you right away."

The two play off each other's words, anyone else would certainly fly into a rage.

After all, experts care about their reputation.

Even those known for their sinister tactics can't avoid this truth.

Yet, the black-clad man's eyes reveal no anger, only growing colder, the murderous intent ever more intense.

Of course, despite the mockery, Xiao Feng and Tang Yunshu never think that just some verbal advantage would truly change anything.

So, after the taunts, the two launch attacks simultaneously, one after another.

The black-clad man appears quite flustered, caught up in their entanglement, the three thrown into a prolonged bout.

Meanwhile, Xiao Feng draws a conclusion.

The black-clad man surely knows the characteristics of the Thunder Pattern Steel in his hand.

In combat, he often risks taking hits but avoids direct contact with the Thunder Pattern Steel.

This back-and-forth continues for five minutes, the black-clad man clearly falling behind.

But just as Xiao Feng and Tang Yunshu plan to increase their efforts, cooperating to take him down...

"Brother, don't shoot, let's talk it over!" Xiao Feng steps back two paces, his expression rather ugly.

Damn, if you'd pulled that thing out earlier, we wouldn't have needed to fight for so long!

Faced with the same gunpoint, though silent, Tang Yunshu also steps back.

Holding two guns, one aimed at Xiao Feng, the other at Tang Yunshu, the black-clad man sneers: "Forcing me to this point, you two do have some skills."

Xiao Feng and Tang Yunshu don't respond, each considering a way out, focused on finding an opening to exploit.

Clearly, the black-clad man won't give them much time, he looks at Tang Yunshu and says: "Disappear from my sight within half a minute."

The words are cold, devoid of emotion, with no apparent threat.

Yet precisely because of this, it makes one feel even more uncertain.

Behind the hood, Tang Yunshu's brow furrows, he slightly turns his face, glancing towards Xiao Feng not far off, and after seeing him nod, he unexpectedly leaps straight from the edge of the balcony!

On the rooftop, only Xiao Feng and the black-clad man remain.

The wind steadily strengthens, neither speaks.

Letting Tang Yunshu leave first, facing the black-clad man alone, Xiao Feng is not trying to be a hero.

He understands that even if he shook his head, Tang Yunshu wouldn't dare stay.

Since that's the case, he might as well go with the flow.

"If you're not going to shoot, then I'll be off." Xiao Feng says indifferently.

The black-clad man chuckles softly: "If you leave, I'll shoot."

"You said you came for me, then state your motive. Surely, you don't just want me here to blow in the cold wind?"

"Why couldn't that be the case?" the black-clad man retorts.

Xiao Feng furrows his brows, what the heck, encountering a stubborn guy.

In fact, before the confrontation began, he sensed the opponent's constant struggle for dialogue control, or topic direction.

Such a person indeed shares traits with stubborn individuals.

Realizing this, Xiao Feng grins broadly: "Aren't you tired of holding it up like that?

I know why you aim your gun at me, put it down, I'll make you satisfied."

Naturally, the black-clad man won't comply, even if he had thoughts of bringing his gun down, hearing Xiao Feng's comment, he undoubtedly won't lower it.

He says coldly: "You should speak out, why am I aiming at you."

"Sigh..." Xiao Feng sighs: "It's because you just knelt to me, and I didn't give you any New Year's money, so you're upset?

Tell me, how much New Year's money do you want, feel free to pick a number under a hundred bucks."

The black-clad man narrows his eyes, asking chillingly: "In such a hurry to die?"

"Alright, alright, enough joking." Xiao Feng returns to seriousness: "Old Wang, I admit, sleeping with your wife was my fault, but she was the one who initiated, what could I do?"

He finishes and observes the black-clad man's reaction.

He sees the opponent's finger on the trigger seems to twitch, leaving him somewhat uneasy.

However, this is indeed a psychological battle, if you show fear, you've already lost.

Knowing the "playful recognition" approach works, Xiao Feng tries another round, serious-faced: "Old Wang, to speak frankly, that night was quite uncomfortable, your wife didn't know any tricks.

She even mentioned that since getting married, you never touched her.

But let's be fair, either don't marry her, and if you marry, but don't touch her, how can the days be harmonious?

You tell me."

After waiting a moment, Xiao Feng urges: "Answer me, can it be harmonious?

Or do you have a problem, isn't that aspect functional?"

"Say one more word, I'll shoot right away." The black-clad man's eyes boil with killing intent, his stern expression makes it immensely intimidating.

Yet, Xiao Feng seems even more engrossed, angrily: "Even if you shoot, I'll still say what needs to be said!

If you're ill, get treated, marrying a beautiful wife and not touching, nor letting anyone else touch, what's that supposed to mean?

Listen to me, treat your illness first, and I'll help guide your wife properly, wouldn't that be ideal?"

Hearing this, the black-clad man with a flick of his wrist spins the gun a few times, grips it by the barrel and slams the butt towards Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng has been waiting for this moment, promptly raising both hands, blocking the man's wrist with his left hand, while his right index finger quickly clamps on the trigger, instantly reversing the situation!

In fact, during the second probe, Xiao Feng had already confirmed that the opponent wouldn't shoot.

Continuing to provoke with words, he was waiting for a different reaction from the opponent.

Unexpectedly, it goes so smoothly, the opponent actually pointed the gun barrel at himself.

"Move, and you're dead!" Xiao Feng says with a cheerful grin.

The black-clad man aims his other gun at Xiao Feng, leading to another stalemate.

After a moment, Xiao Feng grins and says: "So, competing in gun-drawing speed, or planning to perish together?

Now, answer my first question, your name, three seconds to consider.

Three… two… one!"

"Kong Xiuming!"

The final countdown synchronized perfectly with the black-clad man's words.

Xiao Feng smiles slightly, knowing this psychological battle has been won.

Now, the focus is on figuring out who this Kong Xiuming is, what his purpose is, and why he seems hesitant to kill him.

Questions need to be resolved one by one; Xiao Feng decides to first inquire about the opponent's identity.

After a silence, seeming resigned, Kong Xiuming replies: "Observer."