“AHHH!!!”
“Shen Wuxiao, you despicable, cruel bastard!” Lin Fan roared, his fury reaching a boiling point.
Shen Wuxiao only smiled and nodded. “Thanks for the compliment. But I could never kill a friend of my own.”
“So, Lin Fan… between the two of us, who’s truly heartless?”
He pointed toward Zhou Sheng and said with a mocking tone, “Take a good look. That punch you threw shattered his heart meridian. He’s got maybe ten seconds left.”
With that, Shen Wuxiao lifted Zhou Sheng and tossed him toward Lin Fan, who rushed forward to catch him.
Zhou Sheng was barely alive. Blood streamed from his mouth as he used the last of his strength to clutch Lin Fan’s shirt.
“Run… run…” Zhou Sheng gasped.
And with those final words, his body went limp, and his eyes froze wide open.
“Brother Zhou…” Lin Fan’s voice cracked with anguish. “I dragged you into this… I caused your death…”He covered his face with trembling hands, gritting his teeth.
Shen Wuxiao sneered, though he had to admit—this kind of camaraderie between protagonists was admirable. Even when facing death, Zhou Sheng had remained loyal.
Lin Fan gently placed Zhou Sheng’s body down. His rage faded into silence.
He closed his eyes. Scene after scene of his time in Zhonghai flashed through his mind—betrayal, humiliation, lies, and tragedy.
The aura around Lin Fan began to shift. A thick white mist slowly filled the air.
Suddenly, his eyes snapped open—blood-red pupils locked on Shen Wuxiao like a predator targeting its prey.
A single motion, and the Crescent Moon Scimitar appeared in his hand once again.
“Shen Wuxiao,” Lin Fan growled, “even if your cultivation is higher, today—you die!”
With a roar, an invisible shockwave erupted from his body. Windows shattered. Chairs flew. The entire building trembled as if struck by an earthquake.
Outside the interrogation room, Hong Ye and the others were stunned.
She clenched her hands tightly. This was no longer a battle. It was life and death.
Inside, Lin Fan began spinning and slicing the air with his scimitar, creating terrifying arcs of light and gusts of wind with every swing.
The glowing white blade left afterimages in its wake. The very ground beneath him cracked, and waves of spiritual energy crashed outward.
Even electronic equipment beyond the room sparked violently.
“What’s he doing?” Shen Wuxiao muttered, watching him with amusement. “Is he… performing?”
He shook his head, calmly raised his revolver, and murmured, “Break… break… break…”
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Deafening gunshots rang out. The revolver spat fire. Each bullet carried a force like thunder.
Lin Fan—still mid-swing—suddenly froze.
His body jolted violently. Blood gushed from five new holes torn clean through his torso.
The exit wounds were so wide, the wall behind him could be seen through his body.
“H-How… how did thermal bullets pierce my defense…” he stammered, staring at the blood pouring from his wounds.
Shen Wuxiao casually spun his revolver, “Duke Nukem,” in his hand and smirked. “Times have changed, Lin Fan.”
“You think normal hot weapons can’t kill you? Fine. So I loaded these with enhanced bullets.”
“I thought you were about to unleash your ultimate move… but turns out, you were just twirling around like you were in a talent show. Are you training to be a dancer or a warrior?”
Lin Fan’s eyes filled with despair, regret, and pain. His body trembled, and then—
Thud!
He collapsed backward.
But he wasn’t dead yet.
Shen Wuxiao walked over and stared down at him.
Lin Fan’s face twisted with hatred. Blood bubbled from his lips as he forced out one word: “Despicable…”
Shen Wuxiao chuckled. “Despicable? You and I are enemies, and you expected me to play fair?”
“Do you really think I’d give you some grand showdown—blow for blow—just to satisfy some fantasy?”
“You’ve read too many novels, Lin Fan. Who told you that the villain must battle the hero in an epic final duel?”
“My life’s too valuable to waste on you.”
He loaded the last bullet into the chamber and pointed the gun at Lin Fan’s head.
“Don’t worry, I’ll send you to see your brother. I’m disappointed, though.”
“I thought I’d only misjudged two people—Wen Tailai, and Chen Jinnan. Now, I’ll add a third: you.”
Lin Fan’s eyes widened in terror as death loomed over him.
He thought of all the choices he’d made, all the warnings he’d ignored.
If only he hadn’t trusted the so-called ‘righteous’ Sikong. If only he had seen through it earlier.
“The Wolf King? More like a teddy dog sniffing shoes,” Shen Wuxiao mocked.
BANG!
The final shot rang out.
The bullet struck Lin Fan square in the forehead. His skull burst like a cracked melon. His blood evaporated from the sheer heat of the bullet.
Not even the gods could save him now.
A genius of his generation, the Border Wolf King… was dead.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for killing the lucky protagonist. The Border Wolf King’s plot ends. Points +1,000,000]
[Bonus: 500,000 points and a mysterious gift box.]
[The gift box can be opened at any time…]
Shen Wuxiao smiled and didn’t bother looking back.
He holstered his gun and stepped through the shattered one-way mirror.
Outside, Hong Ye was still frozen in shock.
He grinned and walked up to her, giving her cheek a playful pinch. “Let’s go have lunch.”
“You pinched me again!” she snapped, swatting his hand away.
“Okay, okay. I won’t pinch next time. Let’s go somewhere more… interesting.”
As he said that, his eyes dropped to the base of her neck.
Hong Ye followed his gaze, then quickly covered herself with both arms. “You pervert! I won’t let you touch me, not even for lunch!”
“Oh? So you’re tempted.”
“Pfft! You wish. I—” she was blushing furiously, flustered and stammering, “I’m going to lunch! I’m going to eat so much you’ll regret it!”
She turned and ran.
Shen Wuxiao chuckled and followed after her.
Outside the station, the law enforcement officers were going about their work like nothing had happened.
Shen Wuxiao turned back and said with a smile, “Go clean the floor.”
Then he and Hong Ye walked off, hand in hand.
Inside, the officers looked at each other in confusion. When they entered the interrogation room and saw the mess inside, their legs went weak.
Ye Jiancheng was the first to speak, his voice firm:
“Lin Fan tried to escape. When discovered, he violently resisted arrest and injured several officers. We had no choice but to shoot.”
The others nodded. “Exactly! He deserved it!”
“He wanted to escape and hurt innocent people. A criminal to the core!”
As curses and false reports flew, the entire incident was quietly buried.
Lin Fan would never have imagined his end would be like this.
But none of it mattered anymore. He was gone.