Qin Hao smiled without saying a word.

Ah Mao felt chilled to the bone, knowing he would die horribly if he didn't use the provocation tactic.

With his face flushed red, he shouted, "Night Emperor, everyone says you have the guts to defy the heavens, but now you look like a coward! Saying there's no need for a duel, you're actually afraid of me, right!"

"You beast, how dare you!" Bi Jian Country, relying on his master's power, viciously slapped Ah Mao to vent his anger.

Ah Mao's head was hit hard, and he glared murderously at Bi Jian Country, releasing a wave of killing intent.

Bi Jian Country hastily retreated, cursing, "Little beast, you dare to act smug!"

"Humph, useless!"

Seeing the other party scared away, Ah Mao turned to stare at Qin Hao, eyes burning: "Night Emperor, do you dare?"

Qin Hao scratched his head, "A duel is not impossible, but if you lose, you must offer the intelligence of the Evil God Club."

"Impossible!"

Ah Mao firmly refused. As an intelligence worker, loyalty is the first priority.

Years ago, the teacher taught: rather be tortured to death than reveal the slightest secret of the organization!

Ah Mao adhered to the vow till now and would never break it.

"Oh, then just die."

Qin Hao said casually, pulling out a fruit knife from who knows where and tossed it to the ground.

Everyone looked at the knife and then at Ah Mao, their eyes shining like hungry wolves eyeing a white sheep.

"Grab it!"

Someone shouted, and everyone rushed to snatch the fruit knife.

To stab the traitor and make a name for themselves in front of the boss.

Ah Mao watched the scene of ravenous tigers fighting for food, the fear hidden deep in his heart gradually rising.

He's not afraid of death, but to be humiliated and die by such trash? Wouldn't that be too tragic?

"I grabbed it!"

At that moment, Bi Jian Country held the fruit knife and laughed frantically.

It turned out that those with martial arts were wary of each other, while those without were ignored.

He sneaked past the crowd and really grabbed the fruit knife.

The others sighed, wanting to continue vying, but with the boss present, no one dared to make a fuss.

Only Tom dared: "Old Bi, give me the knife, I'll give you a hundred thousand!"

"Brother Tom, thank you for taking care of me usually. But I can't miss this chance!"

Bi Jian Country resolutely refused, holding the knife, and walked towards Ah Mao with a sleazy expression.

"Don't come near me!"

Ah Mao was both shocked and fearful, dying at the hands of trash was one thing, but such a sleazy old one!

If it weren't for Bi Jian Country's act, he wouldn't have been tricked into coming, nor ended up like this.

And now he was going to die by such a person?

Ah Mao was so aggrieved he could explode, shouting, "If you dare come closer, I'll kill you!"

Bi Jian Country was startled, looking innocently at Qin Hao.

Qin Hao smiled slightly: "Quickly, pin him down!"

Upon speaking, dozens of burly men rushed over, pinning Ah Mao's hands, feet, and waist to the floor, leaving him immobile.

"Let me go!"

Ah Mao shouted hoarsely, Bi Jian Country resumed his sleazy grin, holding the fruit knife and approaching slowly.

When he got close, Ah Mao screamed in despair: "Let me go, I agree!"

Qin Hao signaled Bi Jian Country to stop and asked, "Agree to what?"

"Agree to duel with you, the stakes as you said!"

Ah Mao shouted fiercely, inside crying bitterly.

Death is not terrifying.

What's terrifying is dying at the hands of someone like Bi Jian Country!

It would utterly ruin a lifetime of reputation!

"Alright then. Let him go."

As the crowd dispersed, Qin Hao stepped forward, standing carelessly without moving.

Ah Mao tore off his clothes and threw them down, as if they were dirty from being touched.

His face contorted as he said, "You're really despicable, letting Bi Jian Country humiliate me so!"

Qin Hao looked innocent: "I didn't order anything. It was all his own doing."

"Humph, despicable!"

Ah Mao sneered coldly, starting to gather inner strength in his hands.

Qin Hao remained still, smiling, his teeth gleaming white.

Dare to look down on me, I'll make sure you drop dead suddenly!

Ah Mao sneered inside, suddenly striking with his left hand, leaping with his palm.

Whoosh!

The force of his palm stirred the air, changing the expressions of those around.

This guy is so strong!

Bi Jian Country and Tom felt relieved, thinking if they recklessly acted earlier, who knows if the traitor would have counterattacked!

"Hey."

In motion, Ah Mao's left hand attacked fiercely, a hint of a cruel smile at the edge of his lips.

To outsiders, his attack seemed focused on his palm.

In fact, it was all a facade.

His true killing move was hidden in his right hand.

This move was immensely powerful, capable of splitting mountains and cracking stones.

Qin Hao focused only on the left palm, with no defense against the right.

Sure to die.

Ah Mao was highly smug and mad, his left palm at a crucial moment, unleashing the right hand's killing move.

Bang!

Amid a dull noise, Ah Mao retreated ten steps, barely stabilizing himself with a changed complexion, "Why are you unharmed!"

In front, Qin Hao leisurely stood, unmoved, his expression calm as before.

"Why should I be harmed?"

Qin Hao seemed perplexed, "Is that the level of your killing move? Can't you do something stronger?"

"You! You arrogant!"

Ah Mao roared angrily, charging at Qin Hao again, attacking left and right without stopping.

Thud thud thud!

His punches landed on Qin Hao, sounding like metal clashing, yet Qin Hao remained unscathed, while his arms ached terribly.

"Ah! Why! Why is this happening!"

Ah Mao's arms hung in pain, biting his teeth in deep resentment.

Though a spy, he never slacked on martial arts, despite not matching the top leaders.

But possessing the power to split mountains and crack stones wasn't a lie.

Yet now, he couldn't break through Qin Hao's defense?

"Ah Mao, will you continue to fight."

Qin Hao's inquiry left Ah Mao distraught: Fight? With your Vajra Indestructible body, how?

Still, with a twisted expression: "You turtle, only hiding in defense. Have the guts to strike back!"

"Do you really want me to strike?"

Qin Hao asked amicably.

"Strike!"

Ah Mao shouted angrily, unwilling to believe he couldn't turn the tables.

Qin Hao nonchalantly said, "Alright," and disappeared.

Where's the person!

Ah Mao gawked, eyes wide, cold air blowing on the back of his neck with Qin Hao's light voice: "I struck already."

Boom!

With an explosion, Ah Mao flew out, crashing into the wall and slumping down soft.

Upon landing, his back was blackened as if scorched by fire.

His whole being was in unbearable pain.

"You... why are you... so strong!"

Exhausted and pained, in broken voice, Ah Mao spoke miserably.

Qin Hao's expression was somewhat helpless, but in Ah Mao's eyes, it appeared as a master experiencing loneliness, "I too would like to know why."

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