Chapter 137 You Were Used as a Weapon!

• Just as everyone stood there stunned, a man pushed through the crowd. Rage burned off him, his fists clenched like cat claws with hidden spikes. In his eyes, there was only Gale Bush. Death. He had to die. Gale saw him charge and scooped up Nora Wheeler at once. Moving like a startled swan, he drifted seven or eight meters away, light as air, leaving everyone blinking in disbelief. “Who are you trying to kill?!” Gale asked, puzzled. “You!” Huang Cuo roared, voice cold as ice. “Oh.” The moment Gale laid eyes on him, he recognized the guy. What he couldn’t figure out was this: Faravon Group had tried to kill Huang’s sister, so why was Huang still coming after him like Faravon wanted? The guy showing up here with a big rig in tow—this had Faravon’s fingerprints all over it. Unless... Faravon Group had framed Gale? He couldn’t pin down the details. Whatever. No point overthinking. Just fight. “You’re no match for me. Keep this up and you’ll end up dead.” Gale warned mildly. Huang didn’t care. He rushed Gale and swung hard. Whoosh. Gale leapt, tapped lightly on Huang’s fist, then vaulted to the top of his head—standing there, balanced on that tiny spot like a rock that wouldn’t budge. “Holy crap—a living legend!” Bystanders gasped. “Shh! Keep it low-key,” Gale shot them a hush sign. “Oh, and don’t you dare record this. I’ve got sharp eyes and a sharp memory. If anyone films it, I’ll come looking for trouble.” “Got it, got it!” Everyone bobbed their heads. No one dared cross him. With someone this scary, who could afford the fallout? Better stay out of it. Huang swung up at the head perched above him. Gale used the force. He sprang off Huang’s head, planted a foot on his shoulder, borrowed Huang’s power, and in the instant he landed, he slammed Huang into the ground. Huang reacted fast, throwing both hands down to brace. Then—boom. The impact shattered the paving stones. “If you’ve trained this hard, you must’ve learned from a master. You could guard some rich guy’s gate and be fine. Why kill yourself for Faravon Group?” Gale asked, baffled. “You killed my sister!” Huang stood, face dark. “The hell I did! Don’t pin that on me!” Gale groaned. “Faravon poisoned her to kill her. I saved her, okay? Maybe try a ‘thank you’ next time?” “Lies!” Huang snarled. “Man, your brain’s not firing right. You’re being used as a weapon. Get it?” Gale warned. “I only believe what I saw,” Huang said coldly. “Ever heard of edits? Fake photos? Come on.” Gale suddenly felt dumb for arguing with an idiot. Would the guy even get it? But since Huang wasn’t a hired gun for Faravon and was just misled, Gale would spare him. “Die!!” Huang charged again. Slap. Gale caught his wrist. Locked him down. No matter how hard Huang strained and thrashed, he couldn’t move Gale an inch. Gale stood rooted to the ground like a tree. Then came a sharp smack. Boom. Huang flew back, smashed into a roadside tree, and spit a mouthful of blood. People gaped. Was he a saint? A god? He looked too calm, too terrifying. If they could’ve filmed it and posted it online, the whole world would’ve freaked out. Gale closed in and raised a foot to kick. Huang tried to dodge. A crushing aura pinned him in place. He couldn’t move at all. He watched Gale’s foot come closer and closer, dread washing over him as death loomed. Crack. Rumble. Gale’s kick hit the trunk instead. A tree thick enough for a bear hug toppled over, torn clean. Jaws dropped all around. Gasps hissed in the air, followed by hard swallows. At this point, “scary” didn’t cover it. Even a big rig couldn’t knock that kind of tree down—yet Gale broke it with one kick. My God. Was this even human? “Idiot. You should be grateful to your sister. If I hadn’t gone upstairs and found she’d been poisoned today, you’d be dead by now.” “Since you were used, I’ll let you live.” “If you still want to fight, I’ll rip off all four of your limbs. If you’re done, drop the weapon.” Gale looked down at him from above, his eyes blazing with a fierce light that made the air shake. Shock. Fear. Panic. Terror. Huang let the weapon fall. Even a fool could tell—he didn’t stand a chance against this man. Keep fighting and he had zero shot.