chapter 10 Moonlight fixed knife

The sharp broken rod pierced through the monster's brain, extinguishing all its vitality. However, even so, its leaping momentum still remained. Its massive body fell like a cannonball, violently knocking Ben Lin, who was holding the broken rod, to the ground.
In the end, Ben Lin was able to kill this monster purely relying on his abnormal dynamic vision and the imposing aura of the Angel zhi. His own strength did not increase. This monster weighed at least two hundred kilograms, and with his strength, he couldn't escape in such a short time.
Moreover, right after Ben Lin forcefully used the Angel zhi's power, he felt as if he had been drained, devoid of any strength in his entire body, and even a bit dizzy.
But at this moment, the second monster that had been hiding on the other side finally made a move.
This hunter, concealed in the distance, finally revealed its ferocious fangs! Its four limbs sprinted swiftly, weaving through the flickering dim streetlights. The shadows it cast danced eerily, and a scarlet tongue twisted strangely.
Ben Lin could see its movements, but now he couldn't evade. He could only watch as the dense fangs rapidly enlarged before his eyes!
At the moment when the monster was only two meters away from Ben Lin, his pupils suddenly contracted!
Within his perception range, there was an object faster than the monster approaching rapidly!
It seemed... to be a person?
A real person.
Swoosh! Ben Lin felt his vision blur for a moment, and a figure descended from the night sky. The feet landed steadily on the ground, and the wind raised by the body made the dark red cape billow, revealing the profile of a middle-aged man.
Not handsome, but not ugly either, like an ordinary uncle one might see on the street, easily overlooked.
However, the killing intent emanating from his eyes was as sharp as a shining sword!
He crouched down, his eyes locked firmly on the monster less than a meter away from him. His right hand gripped the hilt behind his back.
"Swish!" A crisp sound emanated from the scabbard. The pale blue blade, reflecting the faint moonlight, cut through the oppressive air and silently slashed forward!
It was a plain straight blade!
The blade drew a crescent moon, colliding with the monster's claws and sparking a series of flames.
Sam Zhao let out a low growl, his muscles tensing, and he stepped forward forcefully!
The monster, no smaller than a brown bear, was actually forced back by him!
Ben Lin's eyes were filled with disbelief. He had fought with this monster and knew best how terrifying its strength was. Yet, this man in front of him was able to push it back?
Who was he exactly?
After forcing the monster back a few steps, Sam Zhao's body moved in a unique way, sticking to the monster like a leech. The straight blade in his hand struck continuously, leaving a series of ferocious scars on the monster's body!
The monster screamed in agony, glaring at Sam Zhao with resentment. Its spear-like forelimbs raised, attempting to kill this detestable human before it.
However, two glimmers of blades flickered, and its forelimbs were directly severed!
Before the monster could scream, an icy light burst from Sam Zhao's eyes. The straight blade in his hand swung towards the monster's neck at lightning speed!
The pale blue blade effortlessly sliced through the monster's flesh. In the next moment, the monster's head flew high into the air...
Rolling to the ground with a thud.
"Swish!" The straight blade returned to its sheath. The dark red cape was stained with the monster's blood, but due to its similar colour, one couldn't tell without close inspection.
Sam Zhao didn't even spare a glance at the monster's body on the ground. He nonchalantly pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a deep drag, and then retrieved a walkie-talkie.
"The two escaping Ghost Faces have been dealt with. Let the logistics team come clean up the battlefield."
After speaking, he put away the walkie-talkie and walked straight to Ben Lin, who had just managed to break free.
Ben Lin watched him quietly, and he watched Ben Lin just the same.
Under the night sky, by the pool of blood, the two men silently locked eyes with each other...
After a long while, Sam Zhao couldn't hold back any longer and was the first to speak:
"Wasn't I charming just now?"
Ben Lin: ...
Ben Lin stared into his eyes for a moment, realizing he was actually serious. He could only softly respond, "Charming."
"That's right." Sam Zhao grinned. "Do you want to be as charming as I am?"
"No."
"...Why?" Sam Zhao's mouth twitched slightly.
"Because it's more vulnerable to death."
Ben Lin's expression was very serious.
Sam Zhao was momentarily at a loss for words. "But you just saw, you have supernatural powers that ordinary people dream of. Don't you want to be like a superhero in the movies?"
"I don't want to."
"...Because it's easy to die?"
"Yes."
Sam Zhao rubbed his temple. The young man in front of him seemed difficult to deal with, yet he was involuntarily dragged into this mess, and he happened to possess such formidable strength...
"Alright, this isn't the place to talk. Let's find somewhere else to have a proper conversation," Sam Zhao suggested. "By the way, my name is Sam Zhao, and I'm not a bad guy."
"Ben Lin." Ben Lin blinked and nodded obediently. "I believe you. Wait here for me. I'll go get my backpack; my study materials are still inside."
"...Go ahead." Sam Zhao helplessly waved his hand and sat down on the nearby curb. He felt a bit frustrated.
If an ordinary person had experienced this, they would have been terrified out of their wits long ago. Yet, this kid was thinking about retrieving his study materials...
More importantly, had he directly refused him?
Damn it, I pulled out all the stops! Those slashes just now were so damn smooth! I've never fought this hard even when sparring with the captain!
Speaking of which, I don't even know how the captain is doing. The Ghost King is not easy to deal with...
Sam Zhao sat on the roadside without any sense of decorum, smoking thoughtfully.
Lost in thought...
Hmm?
Something doesn't seem right?
Suddenly, Sam Zhao snapped back to reality, took half a second to react, then stood up abruptly, swiftly scanning his surroundings...
Where was that kid's figure!?
Sam Zhao stood still in stunned silence for over ten seconds, his mouth gaping, struggling to believe what he had just experienced.
"This kid actually ran away?!"
...
"Bro, why are you coming back so late today?" Carl Yang looked at Ben Lin, who was covered in fatigue, and asked in confusion, "Where's your cane?"
Ben Lin changed into slippers, mustering a smile on his face. "I ran into something on the way and accidentally lost it."
To avoid letting Carl Yang see the scar on his temple, Ben Lin rewrapped the black silk around it. Nevertheless, the cane was indeed broken. Rather than bringing it back and worrying his family, he chose to discard it directly.
"No worries, if it's lost, we'll get a new one... Is everything sorted out?"
"Yeah, it's taken care of."
Black, with its spots, came trotting over from the balcony, nudging Ben Lin's leg with its head, then flopped down, exposing its belly.
Ben Lin squatted down helplessly, rubbing its belly as he asked, "Has Aunt not come back yet?"
"Mom's on night shift tonight. She'll be back tomorrow morning."
"Alright. Have you finished your homework?"
"Just a little bit left."
"They give so much homework in junior high... It's crazy." Ben Lin stood up, muttering, then turned to Carl Yang. "If you're tired, you don't have to finish it. If the teacher scolds you, tell me and I'll talk to him."
A smile crept across Carl Yang's lips. "I'll finish it soon."
"Good. I'm a bit tired. I'll go to bed first. If you finish, go to bed early too."
"Okay."
Ben Lin dragged his tired body into his room. As he was about to close the door, Carl Yang's voice came again.
"Bro... Are you really okay?"
"I'm fine. Go to bed early... Oh, the milk's in the fridge. Warm it up tomorrow if you wake up early."
"Got it, bro."
"Good night."
"Good night."
The door closed gently. Carl Yang stood outside with Little Black in his arms, silently watching Ben Lin's room.
Carl Yang gently rubbed the head of Little Black. "You sense it too, don't you?"
"Woof!"
He looked up at the dim moonlight outside the window, murmuring to himself, "There's... the smell of blood on him."
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