Chapter 272 No Wind on Soun Island, Death

dly by while the Zhang family broke apart under Wang Zheng's control.When Wang Zheng heard this, he didn't say anything more and simply said淡然地說道：“With your strength alone, it's not enough.No matter t...Chapter 272 - Matsushima Fuko, Death

"I was the one who brought you here; do you think I would give in so easily" With his wrist forcibly broken, Matsushima Fuko gritted through the pain and said, "You are indeed stronger than I anticipated. But it's too late for that now."

As he spoke, a glass partition suddenly descended from the ceiling, landing with a thud on the floor and perfectly embedding itself into the seams of the flooring, incredibly fast!

The room was now split into two completely sealed spaces by this glass wall. Wang Zheng's side had neither windows nor doors, rendering him unable to escape!

Wang Zheng's reaction was swift; upon realizing his predicament, he immediately drew his gun and fired at the glass wall continuously! However, unexpectedly, even with such close-range gunfire, the glass wall merely wobbled slightly without any cracks appearing. The ricocheting bullets nearly hit Wang Zheng!

Matsushima Fuko, enduring the pain, sneered coldly: "Don't bother trying; this room is reinforced concrete construction with a twenty-centimeter thick steel plate in between. Even artillery shells wouldn’t penetrate it. This glass is American-developed double 'S'-grade bulletproof glass. Stop struggling; there's no point."

At that moment, loud gunfire erupted outside, indicating that Li Minghao and his team had engaged Matsushima Fuko’s guards.

Wang Zheng kicked the glass wall several times with all his strength, but it didn't budge or even shake. His legs actually tingled from the impact!

"Matsushima, you're a real old fox!" Wang Zheng grumbled angrily, confined inside.

"There isn’t much air in here; conserve your energy and use less oxygen to prolong your life." Matsushima Fuko pulled up a chair, sat down with a cold smile on his face, intending to watch as Wang Zheng slowly suffocated to death.

"You bastard!" Wang Zheng punched the glass wall fiercely but it was futile; even bullets couldn’t penetrate this wall. What could fists do

"Killing an elite Chinese military special forces member in such a manner is quite satisfying," Matsushima muttered, clutching his broken wrist—now the pain didn't seem as intense.

Thanks to several small microphones embedded into the glass, Matsushima's voice clearly transmitted through the glass to Wang Zheng’s ears, dripping with clear mockery and even a hint of enjoyment.

"This guy is crazy; absolutely insane," muttered Wang Zheng.

Song Dao Wu Feng, though old, is extremely arrogant and self-confident to the point of narcissism. He does not believe in anyone else's abilities but only trusts himself. As for getting rid of Wang Zheng, he has no better method; thus, he sacrifices his own hand as bait, gradually luring Wang Zheng into his trap, ultimately succeeding in trapping this elite member of the Dragon Scale organization.

To Song Dao Wu Feng's surprise, at this moment, Wang Zheng smiles slightly and sits cross-legged, appearing to be closing his eyes for meditation.

"Why aren't you trying to find a way out Why do you seem unafraid" Song Dao Wu Feng looks at Wang Zheng as though he were an object of study.

"I need to quickly recover my strength; there's still a big battle ahead," says Wang Zheng, not bothering to explain further.

"A major battle Are you waiting for your next fight with Death" Song Dao Wu Feng sounds intrigued now.

"So the legendary Song Dao Wu Feng is someone who talks so much nonsense." Opening his eyes, Wang Zheng pulls a pill out of his pocket and swallows it; instantly, a sweet fragrance spreads in his mouth. This is a supplementary medicine personally prepared by Doctor Wang Fang He, known as the "Poison Physician," which replenishes strength quickly with completely herbal ingredients, nearly without side effects.

Outside, gunfire echoes loudly while inside, everything remains tranquil and peaceful. These two men destined for fame—a young one and an old one—stare deeply at each other through a glass wall, their age difference spanning several decades; the scene is quite striking.

"So you've started relying on external aids to restore your strength" Song Dao Wu Feng remarks: "Looks like you're reaching the point of exhaustion. However, it's an honor for you to die by my hands."

"You old Japanese man, what do you know."

Feeling his gradually recovering strength, Wang Zheng extends a finger and lightly taps Song Dao Wu Feng, slowly saying: "Thirty seconds."

"Interesting," muses Song Dao Wu Feng sarcastically. "Can you really fly out of here Or break through this wall to kill me"

Extremely confident in himself, the overly arrogant Song Dao Wu Feng cannot fathom why Wang Zheng remains so calm inside such a fortified concrete room with advanced nanometer bulletproof glass.

Coldly smiling without any killing intent, Wang Zheng says: "I don't need to come out; I can still kill you."

"This is really intriguing," Song Dao Wu Feng remarks mockingly. "Your two companions are being held up by my guards and won’t break through anytime soon. And there are many skilled fighters in this estate; if it weren’t for me deliberately allowing them entry, do you think you could easily get into my room"

"So, tell me, how are you planning to kill me"

Wang Zheng looked at the wristwatch on his arm: "Thirty seconds have already passed."

"And what of it"

Wang Zheng smiled slightly: "Are your legs feeling a bit weak now A moment ago, when you pulled up a chair to sit down instead of watching me die, was that because you felt an overwhelming weariness Perhaps you hadn't noticed it before, but since I've mentioned it now, shouldn’t you be able to sense it"

Hokuyo Miyabi heard this and carefully sensed the changes within his body. His eyelids involuntarily flickered; indeed, he felt that his strength was slowly draining away from inside.

This feeling was very clear, so clear that it made Hokuyo Miyabi feel a bit panicked.

"What is happening What's going on" asked Hokuyo Miyabi: "Did you poison me"

Behind the glass wall, Wang Zheng smiled but remained silent. At this moment, their roles had completely switched.

Awhile ago, it was Hokuyo Miyabi who was watching Wang Zheng slowly die, and now Wang Zheng was enjoying seeing Hokuyo Miyabi suffer.

Hokuyo Miyabi did not panic too much; although fear was uncontrollably growing in his heart at this moment, after a brief flurry of confusion, he regained composure.

"How did you poison me" asked Hokuyo Miyabi calmly and coldly.

“Look over there,” Wang Zheng pointed to the pile of gun parts on the floor.

The parts were from when Wang Zheng had disassembled Hokuyo Miyabi's gun during their fight. They scattered neatly outside the glass wall, right at Hokuyo Miyabi’s feet. Among them was a screw-like object slowly releasing an undetectable gas; apart from this faint air current, it was practically odorless and colorless, even someone as experienced as Hokuyo Miyabi couldn't detect it.

The screw-like item was casually tossed by Wang Zheng while he disassembled the parts. Of course, during their fight, it had merely been one of the hidden strategies.

"This poisonous gas is something I synthesized myself," said Wang Zheng: "You are lucky, and so am I."

"Not bad, a very clever move. I thought I was already quite adept at scheming, but I didn't expect you to be even more subtle. Impressive, truly impressive." Upon taking a glance, he realized how Wang Zheng had poisoned him and Matsu Jikufuu became calm instead.

Indeed, in this battle, Matsu Jikufuu was well-prepared with a trap set up in advance while Wang Zheng turned his plan against him. If you have a good strategy, I will have a better one to counter it.

"To receive your praise, I believe there aren't many people who can achieve this." said Wang Zheng. "It seems like my luck is quite good."

"Is there any way to save me" Matsu Jikufuu knew that asking was futile as he felt his entire body being drained of energy. In a duel with an expert like Wang Zheng, a momentary lapse in attention would mean certain death. He had already been extremely cautious but still fell into a trap in what seemed like an inconspicuous place. Moreover, there was no chance to turn the situation around.

"This loss of stamina is irreversible. So thank you for this glass wall; otherwise, I'd have wasted another antidote."

Matsu Jikufuu now found it increasingly difficult to breathe and had collapsed in his chair with no strength left even to breathe deeply. The more severe the later stages became as he felt his energy draining away quickly. He was turning red from holding his breath but could not even struggle.

One minute later, Matsu Jikufuu, a renowned right-wing representative figure in Japan who had committed numerous atrocities and whose fame and prestige were very high, stopped breathing for good, dying beneath Wang Zheng's seemingly casual dark move.

A few minutes later, the shots from inside the estate gradually subsided; it seemed that Li Minghao and Lin Xijue had already taken care of most of their enemies.

When the two men opened the door and entered with smiles on their faces, Wang Zheng said, "You arrived slower than I imagined."

"Two people taking down more than two hundred Do you think it's as easy as fighting an old man one-on-one" Li Minghao retorted. "If not for your setting up a female sniper, we would have taken longer."

Li Minghao checked the bodies on the ground and asked, "Is this Matsu Jikufuu"

"Yes, he is dead."

"Even under these circumstances, you managed to kill him. Truly like your predecessor."

"Of course, as majestic and formidable as a white dragon prince," Wang Zheng replied, then suddenly remembered something and looked worriedly at his companions: "Now it seems there's an issue."

What issueuan walked in, holding a small glass bottle. "If he doesn't speak up, we can try my newly developed formula... new... well, I admit it, I haven't come up with a name for this yet, but it will definite...