bookcurios Chapter 202: Ghostly Figure
Chapter 202: Ghostly Figure
Without further hesitation, he quickly stepped back, tapped the ground with his toes, and leaped up like an arrow, his fingers firmly grasping the edge of the wall. The old bricks loosened slightly, but did not hinder his movement. With a push of his arms, Su Ming's entire body silently flipped onto the roof.
He crouched low, hiding under the eaves, trying to suppress his rapid breathing. The men in black below hadn't noticed his presence and continued their conversation. He knew this was only temporary; if he delayed any further, his situation would worsen once reinforcements arrived.
At this moment, a slight rustling sound of clothing reached his ears. Su Ming's back stiffened suddenly, and he didn't even dare to turn around, because he knew what the sound meant. The third person who had been lurking in the shadows had quietly approached him.
Su Ming's nerves suddenly tensed, his muscles bracing for action. He could clearly feel the cold air behind him. The enemy pressed closer and closer, as if toying with their prey.
"You found out so quickly?" A deep voice came from behind, with a hint of sarcasm and amusement in it.
Su Ming slowly turned, his gaze piercing like a sword. Before him appeared a tall figure, clad in a black windbreaker. His face was hidden in the darkness, making it difficult to see his features. But his eyes were as cold as a venomous snake, as if they saw through everything.
"Who are you?" Su Ming suppressed his inner tension, his voice calm yet tinged with murderous intent. He couldn't easily reveal his inner panic; in this kind of confrontation, any emotional fluctuation would put him at a disadvantage.
The man smiled slightly and said in a calm voice: "You don't need to know who I am. What's important is that I know who you are and what you will do next."
Su Ming's heart trembled, and his eyes grew even colder. This opponent was clearly no ordinary enemy. His words carried an air of extreme confidence, as if he had seen through Su Ming's every move and thought.
"What you're after doesn't belong to you." The man approached slowly, his voice low, "Hand it over, and I can give you a way out."
Su Ming secretly clenched the package in his hand, his knuckles turning white. He knew that the man before him was no ordinary assassin; his presence signified a deeper power manipulating everything. And now, the other party had clearly given up on concealing his true intentions, even making it clear that he was at a complete disadvantage.
"Hand over the package?" Su Ming raised a slight sneer at the corner of his mouth and lowered his voice, "Just you?"
The air suddenly stagnated, and every nerve of Su Ming was trembling. The opponent in front of him made him feel a huge sense of oppression, but he would never compromise easily.
The man's smile disappeared, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his tone became cold: "You are too self-righteous, Su Ming. All your paths are now blocked. You can't protect this package."
The moment Su Ming leaned slightly to the side, a flash of cold light flashed across his face like lightning. He barely had time to think before the sharp blade sliced across his cheek, drawing a trickle of blood. A sharp stinging pain suddenly struck, a burning sensation spreading rapidly. His body reflexively recoiled, his fingers lightly touching his cheek, feeling warm liquid on his fingertips. Blood slowly slid down his cheek, forming tiny beads that dripped onto the back of his hand.
At that moment, Su Ming's breathing paused, as all his senses seemed to be awakened by the pain of the wound. He knew this wasn't a simple attack, but a warning. The opponent clearly had the ability to deliver a fatal blow, yet they deliberately chose to leave this wound on his face. The feeling of contempt and control filled Su Ming with an indescribable anger and humiliation.
"Does it hurt?" the black-clad man's voice rang out again, a hint of teasing, as if he were enjoying the toyed state of his prey. The knife in his hand reflected a cold light in the dim light, and the blade was still stained with Su Ming's blood.
"This is just the beginning, Su Ming. If you continue to resist, the next blow won't be so gentle."
Su Ming suppressed his inner rage, his gaze growing sharper. He wouldn't let the enemy's provocations and threats unsettle him. Though the blow caused pain, it also conveyed a crucial message—the enemy wasn't in a rush to kill him. Perhaps they had a larger conspiracy, or perhaps the contents of the package were too valuable to allow him to die rashly just yet.
"What do you want?" Su Ming asked in a low voice, a hint of anger in his tone, but he remained calm. He needed time, time to rethink the situation and find a way out.
The man in black scoffed and slowly approached Su Ming. His sharp eyes looked unusually cold in the darkness. He seemed to enjoy this confrontation between hunter and prey, his tone full of amusement. "What I want is simple. Hand over the package. We can talk, or you can choose another, more painful path."
"Do you think I'll believe you?" Su Ming sneered, his eyes narrowed slightly. He quietly adjusted his footwork, ready to respond to the opponent's next attack. At this moment, he didn't intend to engage this man head-on. He knew that the man in black before him was far more formidable than the one who had just pursued him. This man's skills, the precision and ruthlessness of his movements clearly showed that he was a seasoned killer, far more than those ordinary pursuers.
"Whether you believe it or not is up to you. But I advise you not to struggle in vain." The man in black's voice was filled with sarcasm, and he slowly raised the knife in his hand again. "You have no way out."
Su Ming closely watched his opponent's every move, his mind racing. The wound wasn't severe, but it had left him even more on edge. He knew a head-on confrontation wasn't the answer, especially when the enemy was in the dark and he was in the spotlight. He had to find the right moment to avoid this pointless exchange.
Just as the black-clad man approached, Su Ming suddenly tiptoed and dodged as swiftly as a nimble cat, clutching the package in his arms tightly. He used the wall behind him to quickly leap onto the rooftop. The entire movement was seamless, without the slightest delay.
The man in black clearly hadn't anticipated Su Ming's swiftness. His blade missed Su Ming's chest by a mere half an inch, but it missed. He frowned slightly, a flicker of displeasure in his eyes.
"You run fast, but how long do you think you can escape?" He sneered and chased after him like a ghost.