activa-t Chapter 76 Killing Without a Trace
Chapter 76 Killing Without a Trace
Chapter 76 Murder Without a Trace (Seeking First Subscription!)
The elbow strike came, but Zhou Xing struck first despite being behind. His five fingers, like hooks, gently touched the tendon behind Li Asi's elbow. With a flick and a shake, Li Asi's entire arm immediately felt sore, numb, and powerless.
"Don't move."
Zhou Xing spoke in a very low voice, close to his ear.
"Why do you do this?"
Li Asi shuddered. That voice—though he had only heard it once, he would never forget it! It was the man wearing the Nuo mask! It was "Judge"!
"It's you—"
His voice trembled, excitement overpowering fear, "It was you! You showed me! Boxing isn't for people to be entertained like monkeys for a pittance! Boxing is our national art, it's for fighting foreigners, it's for fighting for our country!"
Zhou Xing sighed inwardly. His actions that night had truly become a spark, igniting this man. But the flame was too hot to handle, and too easy to burn him.
"Next time, I'll go for my country."
Zhou Xing's voice was calm, one hand resting on the corner of the closed car window beside him. "First, save your own life. In martial arts, you need to combine strength and gentleness to reach a high level."
He channeled his inner energy from his palm, using his keen sense of touch to pinpoint the stress points in the glass. The energy, like a needle, pierced through the glass.
"Snap!"
With a crisp sound, spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread across the car window, centered on his palm.
Zhou Xing pulled Li Asi forward and whispered, "Go! A coal cart will be coming from the other side soon. Escape onto it, and you'll live."
The distant rumble of the train had already reached Zhou Xing's ears.
Li Asi didn't turn around. He gritted his teeth, no longer hesitating, let out a low roar, and slammed himself into the cracked glass!
"Bang! Crash!"
The glass shattered, and the gust of wind carried the shards back into the carriage, but thanks to the prior vibrations from the surrounding internal energy, they were now just fine particles.
Amidst screams, Li Asi leaped out of the train window, tumbling into the tall grassy ditch beside the railway. After a few undulations, he hurtled toward the parallel tracks at an astonishing speed.
Just then, a coal truck came along. With a precise leap, he hooked himself tightly onto the handrail of the coal truck. His figure swayed and was quickly swallowed up by the shadow of the truck.
The wind whipped Zhou Xing's hair into a tangled mess. As he pushed Li Asi away, he disappeared into the crowd. Glancing at the window, he moved swiftly, disappearing into the chaos.
Just then.
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out. The noisy crowd fell silent instantly. For a moment, only the clucking of chickens could be heard.
Renault pushed through the crowd, carrying a pickpocket who had rushed past in the chaos. The pickpocket's arm was twisted into a pretzel, and he had already fainted from the pain.
His vertical pupils first fell on the broken car window, then on the coal truck gradually disappearing into the distance. Now, jumping out the window, he knew he couldn't catch up.
Finally, his gaze fell on Zhou Xing's face and the corpse of the Japanese policeman at his feet.
"What happened?"
Renault's voice was devoid of emotion.
Zhou Xing dusted off his uniform, his expression calm, and pointed to the still groaning pickpocket leader: "He encountered resisting thugs and tried to escape by creating chaos. This Japanese brother was unfortunately caught in the crossfire. The murderer jumped out of the window and ran away."
Renault stared at him for a full three seconds before speaking, "Then what were you doing? You couldn't stop me?"
Zhou Xing looked at the quiet, huddled crowd around him and sighed, "I had to get the situation under control immediately. It was too chaotic and dangerous. They were just ordinary people; they were my compatriots too."
Renault swept his gaze across the crowd; despite the chaos, no one appeared to be injured.
Zhong Ding squeezed through the crowd, glanced at Zhou Xing, and cursed, "What a piece of trash. How come the Japanese died while you didn't even get a scratch? I think something's fishy."
He then said to Renault, "Captain, that's a coal train heading towards Tanggu. Contact dispatch immediately to find out which level crossing it will stop at. Notify the Tanggu station police station to cordon off the relevant area; there's still a chance."
Renault shook his head: "It's too late. If he can jump out of this window, why can't he jump out of the coal cart window?"
"team leader!"
Chen Qi jogged over, one button of his shirt undone, his forehead covered in sweat, it was hard to tell if it was from the heat or from rushing. "The dispatcher replied that there's a small slow-moving station three miles ahead, where the train can stop for two minutes."
Renault nodded without saying anything.
The surroundings were deathly silent, save for the dull thud of the train wheels on the tracks. The blood from the Japanese policeman's corpse on the ground slowly seeped into the cracks in the floorboards.
At this moment, another Japanese constable who had come with Zhong Ding squeezed over. He was short and had a dark, oily face.
Upon seeing his companion's corpse, his eyes widened immediately. He abruptly turned his head and stared intently at Zhou Xing, who was closest to the body. He rattled off a string of Japanese words, spitting out words of saliva.
Finally, perhaps still feeling unsatisfied, he roared in extremely broken Chinese, "Baka! You! Why aren't you dead?!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already placed one hand on the holster at his waist.
The other passengers in the carriage had already huddled in a corner, not daring to even breathe loudly.
Zhou Xing chuckled and reached out to tug at his slightly crooked uniform collar.
Then, he took a step forward.
With a twist of his waist and hips, his entire leg straightened like a spear, and his toes struck the policeman's waist precisely.
It can be withdrawn at a moment's notice.
The Japanese police officer froze, his rage rising in his throat.
He opened his mouth and made two sounds, his face instantly turning from dark red to deathly pale, and large beads of cold sweat streamed down his forehead.
His lower back ached and felt numb, followed by a sharp, stabbing pain, as if his intestines were being ripped out. Half of his body collapsed, and he knelt on the ground, unable to utter a word.
Zhong Ding, standing nearby, shuddered in fright and nearly jumped up, looking at Zhou Xing with suspicion and uncertainty.
"What are you babbling about?"
Zhou Xing glanced at the Japanese police officer. "If you hadn't been so eager to claim credit and alerted the culprit, would the murderer have escaped?"
He raised his hand, pointed to the corpse on the ground, then glanced at the other pale-faced police officers from the foreign concession: "The captain already gave the orders to wait for the next stop. What about you? Rushing to your deaths, who can you blame?"
Zhong Ding's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but when he saw Zhou Xing's profile, the words stuck in his throat.
Renault looked at Zhou Xing, but said nothing in the end. He simply raised his chin slightly, gesturing for Zhou Xing to return to his original position.
"Squeak!"
The train lurched violently a few times before finally coming to a slow stop. It was a deserted little station with hardly anyone around.
"Clean up the scene. The investigation will be handled by the next team."
Renault finally spoke, "Everyone else, get out of the car."
The group moved silently, with Zhou Xing at the back of the line. When he passed the Japanese policeman who had staggered to his feet and was still clutching his lower back, his pace seemed to slow slightly.
His right hand hung at his side, two fingers together, and with the natural sway of his body, he lightly tapped the other side of the policeman's lower back.
Like a swallow skimming the water.
The movement was so fast that even the red-haired Indian, who was right next to them, didn't notice it at all.
But that subtle, hidden force, like a bone-deep infection, had silently entangled the opponent's kidney meridian.
Seven days later, this person will definitely urinate blood, suffer from kidney failure, and be incurable by medicine, and no external injury can be found.
The danger of hidden strength lies in its ability to kill without leaving a trace.
Perhaps someone like Renault would notice something amiss, but seven days is enough time for a lot to happen.
The constable was completely oblivious, his eyes filled with venom as he stared intently at Zhou Xing's retreating figure.
Zhou Xing didn't look back and stepped off the car.