Chapter 73: Chapter 73: Encounter with the Black Scorpion Again

Han Rong knew that if he enraged Lin Kuang, the man would surely kill him—it was an intuition honed over many years.

Upon hearing this, Lin Kuang smiled in satisfaction. “Very good. Mr. Han is indeed a smart man. Remember your words. Don’t let your son and daughter cause trouble at Yashi Company again. Make sure you don’t.”

Lin Kuang’s tone was casual, as if chatting with an old friend, but Han Rong felt no such ease—only immense pressure.

“I understand. They absolutely won’t cause any more trouble,” Han Rong said again.

Being a smart man, he didn’t ask about Lin Kuang’s background or whether he was the one who had crippled his son, Han Fei. He didn’t dare. Besides, Lin Kuang’s bold appearance was a clear message: “I’m not afraid of you, nor of the power behind you.”

“Good, as long as you understand. Goodbye, Mr. Han,” Lin Kuang said with a laugh. “Oh, wait. I hope we don’t meet again. Otherwise, I’m afraid I won’t be able to resist putting a hole in your forehead.”

Then he turned and left, his demeanor calm and easygoing. But Han Rong’s blood ran cold.

By the time Lin Kuang left Han Rong’s residence, it was already one o’clock in the morning. Driving his car and feeling the wind whistling past his ears, a slight smile touched Lin Kuang’s handsome face. Suddenly, he felt a yearning for home, a pang of nostalgia for that stooped old man who always stood so ramrod straight.

Shaking his head, a hint of bitterness rose within him. Lin Kuang sped toward the Liu Family’s villa.

When he was about halfway there, he glanced at the rearview mirror and saw a black Land Rover trailing him. Behind it were two more.

Tracking me? Whose men? Eagle Sect’s? Or Ye Tiannan’s? Lin Kuang mused. He then turned on his GPS.

Following the route, Lin Kuang quickly steered onto a deserted highway, eventually turning off toward a stretch of ruins. After parking, he got out. Leaning against the trunk, Lin Kuang skillfully lit a cigarette, even though he didn’t usually smoke. He just felt that in this atmosphere, lighting one up had a certain badass vibe.

Just as the cigarette had burned halfway down, the three Land Rovers pulled up and stopped amidst the ruins. The next moment, four men emerged from each vehicle, each carrying weapons, some even wielding powerful AK-47s.

Seeing this, Lin Kuang’s eyes narrowed slightly. These men aren’t from Hua Country. They’re Europeans… they look like mercenaries.

His gaze shifted as his mind raced, trying to recall when he might have offended such a group. After a moment’s thought, his eyes lit up. Since they’re mercenaries, could they be from Black Scorpion?

At this thought, Lin Kuang tossed the cigarette stub to the ground and stamped it out with the sole of his shoe.

“You’re with Black Scorpion, aren’t you?” Lin Kuang asked in fluent English.

The burly European in the lead froze, unsure whether to be surprised by Lin Kuang’s fluent English or by the fact that he had correctly guessed their origin.

“You’re smart,” the bald man said. “We are indeed from Black Scorpion. It seems you remember the foolish mistake you made.”

“No, no, no. That wasn’t a foolish thing to do. You’re the foolish ones,” Lin Kuang replied. “Or rather, the foolish one was your Brigadier General. If I’m not mistaken, you’re also a Brigadier General in Black Scorpion, right?”

Looking at the bald, burly man before him, Lin Kuang smiled, seemingly oblivious to the danger they posed.

“That’s right. I am a Brigadier General. My name is Hajir,” the man stated coolly. “You’re quite clever, young man. And you seem to know a lot about Black Scorpion.”

“Hajir? Sounds like a dog’s name. And you certainly act like one,” Lin Kuang mocked, ignoring the man’s question.

At his words, anger flashed in Hajir’s eyes, and his gaze turned murderously cold. “Sometimes, a sharp tongue can cost you. Now, come with us. Of course, if you’re not cooperative, I don’t mind making sure you leave a few pieces of yourself behind,” Hajir said indifferently.

Clearly, he believed Lin Kuang was already in his grasp, free to be dealt with as he pleased.

Lin Kuang shrugged nonchalantly and replied with a smile, “What can I say? I’m just a glutton for punishment. I won’t be going with you until you’ve roughed me up a little.”

“Is that so? You really are a pain in the ass,” Hajir said. He then pulled out a silver Desert Eagle. It was noticeably larger than the standard version—clearly a custom piece.

“Brothers, keep him alive. The General wants him,” Hajir said calmly, preparing to fire.

In an instant, twelve dark gun barrels were pointed at Lin Kuang.

But then, in a bizarre turn of events, Lin Kuang vanished right before their eyes, without a trace.

Hajir and his eleven men were stunned, completely baffled by the situation.

“Hey, idiots, I’m over here,” Lin Kuang’s voice echoed coolly from another direction. “Looks like your General sent you here to die.”

The next moment, he opened fire.

In his right hand was a Desert Eagle; in his left, a standard Type 54 pistol. While the Type 54 was weaker, a shot to the head would still shatter a man’s skull.

A rapid series of gunshots rang out. Hajir and his men had no time to react. In an instant, eleven of the twelve men lay dead, each one shot precisely in the back of the head. Lin Kuang had shot out both of Hajir’s shoulders, completely neutralizing him.

Cold sweat beaded on Hajir’s forehead, his blue eyes wide with unconcealable terror. As a Brigadier General of Black Scorpion, Hajir had killed people and been to war, but he had never seen anyone like Lin Kuang. The man had killed eleven elites from Black Scorpion while making small talk, and they had all died so humiliatingly. Of course, Hajir knew the truth. They died for one simple reason: the young man before them was overwhelmingly powerful.

At some point, Lin Kuang had appeared in front of Hajir. He smiled and said, “Hajir? A dog’s name. Time to send you on your way.”

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