489 Stop Joking

"Yeah, I'm her," Hearing Huo Wu's words, Lin Qiao smiled and responded with composure.

When she was in the South last time, she met Du Yuanxing and Long Qingying. At that time, Huo Wu was going after them. Yang Cheng was the one who brought Huo Wu to Du Yuanxing and his people, and that man ended up being drained by Viney in Lin Qiao's space.

It was then that she also saved Du Yuanxing and Long Qingying from Huo Wu.

Back then, she wasn't powerful enough to fight Huo Wu face to face. That was why she made her moves sneakily. But now, things were different.

The look in Huo Wu's face immediately turned cold as he laughed with a wicked voice, "Ah, you… You ran away last time, and took away Long Qingying. How dare you show up in front of me right now? Are you here to surrender yourself? Sleep with me and see if you can make me happy, then sleep with my men. If everybody is happy, you'll be spared."

Hearing that, Liu Yu started stepping back slowly, his face covered in cold sweat. He only wanted to move into a further corner to lower his sense of presence.

However, Huo Wu suddenly turned to him and yelled, "Liu Yu, you didn't let this woman in, did you?"

Liu Yu hurriedly turned to Lin Qiao, ignoring Huo Wu's question.

As Liu Yu ignored him, Huo Wu instantly felt a little strange. Then, he suddenly remembered that he was here to see Yang Jianhua, and that man was actually not here.

"Liu Yu, what is going on? Where is Yang Jianhua?" He immediately yelled at Liu Yu.

Liu Yu looked at Lin Qiao, seeing that she was only smiling as if all this had nothing to do with her. Abruptly, he had an idea.

"Forget about Yang Jianhua!" He suddenly turned to Huo Wu and said, "Huo Wu, give me the bomb trigger if you want to live!"

Huo Wu glared at him and shouted, "What do you want the bomb trigger for? I order you to capture this woman right now! Do you know who she is? Don't stand by her side!"

He didn't take Liu Yu's words seriously at all.

"Don't say that. Just give me the bomb trigger," said Liu Yu anxiously, "Where's the trigger?"

Huo Wu stared at him for two seconds, then abruptly turned to Lin Qiao and said, "Did this woman tell you to find the trigger? How can you listen to her?"

As he refused to hand out the bomb trigger, Liu Yu didn't want to waste more time talking to him. "Just give me the bomb trigger if you don't want to die," he said blandly with a cold face, "Aren't you looking for Yang Jianhua? He's dead."

"What? Dead? Didn't he just break into level-seven?" Huo Wu paused in shock and said with disbelief.

"Yes, he's dead," Liu Yu nodded.

"That's impossible! You're not trying to fool me for her, are you? Who in this room can kill Yang Jianhua? Her?" Huo Wu looked at Liu Yu disdainfully.

Liu Yu glanced at Lin Qiao, realizing that she was still wearing that faint smile as if she was watching a show. Then, he turned back to Huo Wu and said with pity, "Yes, she killed Yang Jianhua. If you want to live, just give her the bomb trigger, so she might give you a chance to live."

"Hahaha… What kind of joke is this? Are you kidding me? She killed Yang Jianhua? She can do that? You have to know that she fought me months ago. Back then, she didn't even dare to show her face. All she could do was to bring those captives into her space while I wasn't paying attention, and never come back out. And now, you're telling me that she killed Yang Jianhua, that level-seven man? This is just hilarious!" Huo Wu burst in laughter as if he had just heard a very funny joke. When talking to Liu Yu, his face was wearing a sarcastic grin.

"Eh…" Liu Yu closed his eyes helplessly for a moment, then turned his head away to avoid looking at Huo Wu. At that moment, Lin Qiao suddenly waved a hand.

Thud! A football-sized thing fell to the ground and rolled to Huo Wu's feet. Huo Wu automatically looked down at that thing and then froze.

That was a human head facing up at him. He knew the owner of that face.

That was Yang Jianhua's face! There was a hole on Yang Jianhua's head, and everyone on the scene clearly understood what that hole meant. It meant that Yang Jianhua's energy nucleus had already been dug out.

Just now, Huo Wu didn't believe what Liu Yu said. Even after he recognized Yang Jianhua's head which fell out of the air, he still didn't believe it for a few seconds.

He thought he had misrecognized it.

So, he spent a few more seconds staring at Yang Jianhua's face and popped eyes. After confirming that it was indeed Yang Jianhua's head, he was stunned. When he finally realized what happened, he quickly took a step backward while staring at Lin Qiao in shock.

Before he processed the shocking news, he suddenly felt a sharp pain from his fingers. He lowered his head to look at his hands, then the fear and pain immediately made him burst in screams.

"Oh… No! My fingers… My fingers!"

His fingers were wrapped in a layer of black mist. The tips of his fingers was already gone, and the mist had been devouring the rest of his hand quickly.

During the two or three seconds when he was screaming, he watched the mist shorten his fingers a little further.

At that point, Lin Qiao walked to him, then circled around him and asked, "Where's the trigger?"

The pain from his fingers made Huo Wu feel as if his heart was exploding. Some people said that fingers were connected with the heart, so that pain couldn't just be endured so easily.

He automatically covered that hand wrapped in black mist with his other hand and clenched his teeth. Blood veins bulged on his forehead, and his face turned red. When Lin Qiao walked to him and asked him that question, he raised his head and gazed at her.

"Ah… my hand… Why is this happening to me…" From time to time, he lowered his head to look at his disappearing fingers in fear. At that moment, his fingers were already gone, and the mist had started to devour his palm.

"Give me the trigger, and you might still be able to keep your arm," Lin Qiao paced around him and talked blandly.

"Ah… I… I'll give it, give it to you… Just stop…" The pain made Huo Wu's legs limp. He suddenly knelt on the ground, begging for mercy.

Lin Qiao waved a hand. Following her move, the dark mist left his hand and drifted back to her, circling around her raised hand.

Once the mist left, Huo Wu's broken wrist was seen. His flesh, bones, and tendons were all exposed in the air, and blood gushed out in streams.

"Ou… ch…" Huo Wu covered that wrist with his other hand, speaking with a crying face, "The trigger is… is in your mom's p*ssy!"

All of a sudden, he showed a ferocious look and raised that unharmed hand to release a scorching hot fire stream from his palm toward Lin Qiao.

Lin Qiao dodged and disappeared from where she was. A second later, she showed up behind Huo Wu, looking calm as if nothing happened at all. However, one of her claws was already inside Huo Wu's head.