28-That’s Right, I Killed Him!

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"You—how dare you! Do you even realize he was Gold-rank?!"

Across from Su Mo, beside the headless corpse of the old man, a figure cloaked in golden light stared at him with an expression of utter dismay.

Su Mo nodded. "I know. So what?"

"So what? Do you have any idea how much every Gold-rank individual has contributed to humanity?

Do you know how many resources the nation spends to nurture a single Gold-rank awakened?

You're Level 20—no, wait, how are you only Level 8?!

An 8th-level killing a Gold-rank!"

The man's words shifted from fury to accusation, then confusion, and finally disbelief.

If this hadn't happened right in front of him, even with ten brains, he wouldn't have dared to believe it.

A blank slate at Level 8 killing a Level 60 Gold-rank.

Such a thing wasn't just unheard of—even seeing it unfold live before his eyes, he questioned whether he was hallucinating.

"So what if he's Gold-rank? Can't Gold-ranks be killed? He attacked me first out of nowhere!"

Su Mo's tone remained as calm as ever, though as he spoke, he subtly tightened his grip on the Zhanmadao.

He suspected this unfamiliar Gold-rank figure before him might strike at him any second.

While he wouldn't get injured, taking a beating for no reason wasn't Su Mo's style.

"You!"

The man, dressed in a traditional Zhongshan suit, pointed at Su Mo, took a deep breath as if to say something, but ultimately let out a sigh.

"What a mess!"

He lowered his head to look at the decapitated corpse on the ground, his fists clenching and unclenching repeatedly, betraying the turmoil within him.

Su Mo was puzzled, unsure what this man intended to do.

If he wanted to attack, he could've done so already. Yet here he was, sighing and shaking his head, leaving Su Mo completely baffled.

After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man suddenly looked up at Su Mo, his eagle-sharp eyes locking onto Su Mo's:

"Who are your parents or elders?"

???

Su Mo's mind filled with question marks. Why was he suddenly asking about his family?

His parents were long gone, and he only had a sister—an ordinary person at that.

When it came to someone unfamiliar and powerful like this, Su Mo would never reveal anything about his sister.

Seeing Su Mo stay silent, the man's brows furrowed. Just as he was about to speak, several golden lights streaked through the sky.

Within moments, they arrived beside Su Mo. Looking at the carnage around them, one asked in confusion:

"What happened here?"

But before the words fully settled, Old Man Wang immediately noticed the headless corpse ahead and exclaimed in shock:

"Commander Shen, did you kill off that old geezer Yin Lianshan?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man—Shen Changfeng—nearly choked with frustration. Pointing at Old Man Wang, he snapped:

"Me, kill him? I wish I had! Sure, I've long found that guy insufferable,

but did I need to kill him? Would he even dare offend me?

Why don't you ask your little student over there!"

Old Man Wang blinked in confusion, unsure what had set this guy off. Then his gaze shifted slightly, landing on Su Mo.

Suddenly, his breath caught in his throat, his eyes fixing on the Zhanmadao in Su Mo's hand, still dripping with blood.

"You—you killed him?!"

Su Mo nodded.

"Nonsense! You can't just blurt out something like that! Go back and write a 10,000-word reflection. Commander Shen, this kid's young and clueless,

thinking killing someone is no big deal, trying to take credit for it. Don't mind him—once we're back, I'll give him a good scolding."

Shen Changfeng nearly wanted to punch Old Man Wang after hearing this. Young and clueless? Taking credit?

Are you kidding me? I watched him chop that guy's head off with my own eyes, and you're telling me he's young and clueless?!

Old Man Zhang and Old Man Lin, trailing behind Old Man Wang, exchanged glances, equally stunned.

Meanwhile, the eight young people they'd brought along cowered behind the elders, trembling.

Though these big shots were just casually chatting, the unconscious pressure they exuded still struck terror into their hearts.

But to Su Mo, this kind of thing was completely irrelevant—he ignored it entirely.

Old Man Lin's lips moved slightly as he whispered to Old Man Zhang via sound transmission:

"Old Zhang, what do you make of this?"

"What's there to make of it? You look with your eyes, don't you? Yin Lianshan got unlucky—picked the wrong guy to mess with, crossed Commander Shen, and now he's dead. Serves him right!"

Shen Changfeng whipped his head around, glaring at the two and barking:

"What are you two muttering about over there? I can hear you!"

The two old men's faces flushed instantly. They remembered their levels were lower than his—whispering in front of him was no different from speaking aloud.

Once they quieted down, Shen Changfeng turned his gaze back to Su Mo:

"Now that everyone's here, are you going to explain this, or should I?"

If Old Man Wang hadn't shown up, Su Mo's first choice would've been to leave. If he couldn't leave, he'd fight—his defense was invincible anyway.

He'd already killed one Gold-rank; he could kill more. If they really pissed him off, he'd take them all down with him.

With his absolute defense, even if the net broke, the fish wouldn't die.

"That old guy? I killed him," Su Mo said calmly.

His words froze the expressions on Old Man Wang's face and the two elders behind him.

Old Man Wang's eyes widened as he stiffly turned his neck to look at Su Mo, blinking rapidly several times.

No mistake—this kid was Level 8. Or had he seen it wrong?

Then he rubbed his ears. Getting old, maybe his hearing was off too. Did he just hear Su Mo say he killed Yin Lianshan?

But then he realized it might not be his own issue. He reached out to touch Su Mo's forehead.

"No fever, huh? Then why are you spouting nonsense, kid?"

Su Mo's face darkened with exasperation. He swatted away Old Man Wang's hand from his forehead and spoke again:

"I'm not joking. I killed that old guy. He ambushed me out of nowhere, so I fought back and killed him. That's the whole story—got it?"

Silence. A deathly silence.

Shen Changfeng stared at them without speaking. Old Man Wang felt like his heart was about to give out.

Yes, that's right—at this moment, he should just have a heart attack and collapse on the spot.

Thinking it, he did it. He took a deep breath, his body trembling violently, then fell straight backward.

Old Man Zhang and Old Man Lin, ever the sharp ones, exchanged a glance the moment they saw Old Man Wang shake.

They immediately reached out, catching him before he hit the ground.

Old Man Zhang's face was full of concern:

"Old Wang, Old Wang, are you okay?!"

"Old Wang, don't scare me! Come on, let's get Old Wang back!"

Then Old Man Zhang shot a glare at Su Mo:

"Hey, you—what are you standing there for? Hurry up and help us carry Old Wang back!"

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