X-ray Eyes Little Wild Doctor-Chapter 109 - 104 Are You Satisfied Now?

A lightning bolt swept across the sky, with thick clouds veiling the expanse above Jiangcheng City. A downpour was imminent.

Wang Bingbing stood in front of the train station plaza, looking up at the overcast sky and frowning, "It’s about to rain. Why hasn’t he arrived yet? Damn it, making me wait so long!"

She had been waiting at the train station for twenty minutes, but the other party still hadn’t shown up.

In the entire underground world of Jiangcheng City, absolutely no one dared to make her, Wang Bingbing, wait for twenty minutes—unless they were ready to face the wrath of the Ice Snow Queen.

"Only 30 seconds left before our appointed time. Where is that damned bastard? Does he dare to stand me up? He’s asking for death!" Wang Bingbing gritted her teeth in anger.

If it weren’t for the fact that the other party was ranked among the top ten masters in the Dark World, Wang Bingbing would have already chosen retribution.

"Ice Sister, the guy is approaching," one of Wang Bingbing’s subordinates said from behind her.

Following the direction her subordinate was pointing, Wang Bingbing’s gaze rested on the exit of the station.

In the midst of the bustling crowd, a tall man was looking her way. The instant his gaze met Wang Bingbing’s, a chill settled deep in her heart.

What a piercing gaze!

It seemed as if the gaze could penetrate the human soul, bone-chillingly cold and sharp as a knife!

"A master! Absolutely a master!" Wang Bingbing’s eyes gleamed with excitement, this time Ye Tian was surely doomed.

In front of the exit of the train station stood a middle-aged man of average build. There was nothing particularly remarkable about him, except for the fierce tiger tattoo on his arm if anything counted.

Iron Palm, one of the top ten experts in the Dark World.

His iron palms had taken countless lives, were soaked in blood, and his longstanding bloodthirsty nature endowed him with a murderous aura, eyes as sharp as knives, piercing right through the heart. No ordinary person dared to look directly into his eyes, and anyone weak-minded would go insane under his intense stare.

Unlike those eccentric masters in the rankings, Iron Palm had no principles. He was a bona fide professional killer—you name the price, and he would dare to kill even deities.

In Iron Palm’s view, there were no people in the world who couldn’t be killed, only prices that couldn’t be agreed upon.

Iron Palm’s blade-like eyes quickly spotted Wang Bingbing. He stomped on the ground, propelling himself into the air like a cannonball, and when he landed in front of Wang Bingbing, his foot stomped down hard on the ground, shattering the surface of the plaza with each power-filled move.

"So you are the Dark World’s tenth-ranked powerhouse, Mr. Iron Palm?" Wang Bingbing asked respectfully.

"Powerhouse is an overstatement. I’m just a businessman. I kill without questioning right or wrong, just whether it’s profitable. The world thrives on interest—everyone comes for gain and hustles for profit," Iron Palm said in a cold tone. "I’m quite satisfied with the price you’ve offered. Tell me, who do you want me to kill? I can take action right now."

Hearing this, Wang Bingbing was very pleased and clapped her hands, "Well said! Truly worthy of a top-ranking expert on the list."

Then she smiled contentedly, "There’s no rush to kill. My weapons depot in Jiangcheng has just been completed and needs a master like Mr. Iron Palm to give it a trial. Would you be interested in having some fun there?"

Iron Palm’s cold eyes fixed on Wang Bingbing, understanding her thoughts clearly: "You want to test my abilities, very well. Considering the hefty fee you’re paying me, it’s only fitting to ’try before you buy.’

"Mr. Iron Palm, you jest, I don’t mean to doubt you..." Wang Bingbing began, but Iron Palm interrupted her bluntly: "Enough talk. Where is this weapons cache you speak of? Lead the way."

"Great, I like the straightforwardness of Mr. Iron Palm," Wang Bingbing said with a smile, continuing, "Then please, follow me."

Her subordinates opened the car door for Iron Palm, and Wang Bingbing followed into the car. The driver started the engine, the Cadillac leading the way with six Infinitis following behind. The temporary convoy of seven luxury cars crossed through the heart of Jiangcheng to a secluded, old neighborhood.

Wang Bingbing led Iron Palm into the complex and directly into the newly constructed secret room. The basement was fully equipped, with all kinds of military knives available and famous guns from across the world hanging on the walls. Inside the military green wooden crates were thousands of gleaming bullets, and two additional crates contained not bullets but RPG rocket launchers and anti-tank missiles. The place was comparable to a secret military base.

Wang Bingbing thought that these weapons would give Mr. Iron Palm a formidable shock, but to her surprise, he remained expressionless throughout, merely fiddling with a rocket launcher for a moment before casually tossing it aside as if it were not a tank-destroying weapon but a toddler’s toy, unworthy of mention.

The black-suited security guards frowned—this guy was showing off too much, obviously looking down on Bingbing. This sort of person definitely deserved a beating.

"Time is money, and I dislike wasting it. Have your men come at me all at once; I alone am enough," Iron Palm said, his gaze icy as he stared at Wang Bingbing.

"Alright, Mr. Iron Palm, ever so direct. Let my incompetent subordinates entertain you then. But as they say, accidents happen in the heat of battle, so please go easy on them," Wang Bingbing said modestly.

Iron Palm was no fool; Wang Bingbing had never seen him in action, so naturally, she doubted his strength. Her purpose in bringing him to this armory to view the weapons was a ruse; she really intended to weigh his mettle. Despite her young age, the girl’s cunning was not to be underestimated.

"You’re my employer; I won’t take their lives," Iron Palm said indifferently.

Hearing this, the bodyguards couldn’t help but frown. This "Hungry Tiger" was too full of himself, clearly not taking them seriously. They were set on teaching him a lesson soon, to let him know what it means to be struck by lightning for showing off!

"Then thank you, Mr. Hungry Tiger. What are you guys standing around for? Get over here and give Mr. Hungry Tiger some practice for his fists."

At the Ice Snow Queen’s command, over thirty stout young men stepped forward, all of them over six feet tall and retired special forces soldiers. Among them was a towering figure standing at six foot nine, who had been a professional assassin. Their combat skills were by no means a sham; even the armed police would have their hands full with them.

More than thirty people surrounded Hungry Tiger in the center. Hungry Tiger, caught in the midst of them, wore a contemptuous cold smile and said slowly, "A bunch of embroidered pillows."

"How arrogant!"

"Embroidered pillows? Who are you calling that?"

"Stop talking nonsense with him, fight!"

The bodyguards were instantly infuriated and rushed at him en masse, throwing punches his way.

Hungry Tiger, expressionless, set his Omega watch’s second hand back to zero, and began the countdown, "36 people, 36 seconds, that’s enough!"

Time is money, and Hungry Tiger didn’t want to waste it on these nobodies.

As he spoke, Hungry Tiger leapt into action, landing an Iron Palm strike that sent a special forces soldier flying, followed by a knee strike that launched the two-meter giant into the air. His hands blurred into countless punching shadows, with constant thudding sounds filling the air. In the blink of an eye, he had knocked them all down.

The bodyguards, beaten to the ground and scrambling for teeth, lay whining and groaning, with bruised and swollen faces.

With all enemies downed, Hungry Tiger snorted coldly and glanced at his wristwatch—precisely 36 seconds.

Just then, the two-meter giant who had been a professional assassin suddenly got up and attacked, yelling, "Take this punch!"

Hungry Tiger kicked out, sending the two-meter giant tumbling through the air, "Trash is trash, not worth a single blow!"

"As expected of a top-ranked master, what strong power! This money was well spent!" Wang Bingbing exclaimed joyfully, sure that Ye Tian was done for now.

But the two-meter giant got up from the ground once again, spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva. In a fit of rage, he did something crazy, picking up a pistol, cocking it, and with a crisp sound, a bullet was chambered.

"Xie Jun, stop right there!" Wang Bingbing shouted, both shocked and furious.

This Xie Jun, arrogant as usual, and having been defeated by Hungry Tiger with a single move, had now flown into a rage. The gun had the power to penetrate a 12-millimeter steel plate within a range of 100 meters, and its magazine fully loaded could hold 32 bullets. Once this high-powered pistol fired, it would bring devastating damage.

Xie Jun ignored Wang Bingbing’s warning, completely enraged, "Damn it all, how dare you punch my face! I’ll kill you today!"

Hungry Tiger’s gaze turned icy, "Kid, not many dare to point a gun at me. I’ll remember you for this, but sadly, you’re about to die!"

"Go to hell! You’re the one who’s gonna die!" Xie Jun pulled the trigger right then.

The pistol emitted a crisp rat-a-tat as it fired, spewing flames from the barrel, and swiftly shot out seven or eight bullets. The brass casings ejected from the gun and clinked delightfully as they hit the concrete floor. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Wang Bingbing turned pale with shock. This damn fool, Xie Jun—didn’t he know Hungry Tiger was a high-priced assassin hired by her? If anything happened to Hungry Tiger, she’d kill Xie Jun herself first!

However, as the gunfire rang out, Hungry Tiger had vanished from sight; Xie Jun’s bullets didn’t come close to hitting him. When he next appeared, he was already right beside Xie Jun.

Without extraneous movements, the top-ranked fighter Hungry Tiger threw a simple straight punch. A savage fist carried with it a gust of wind and broke through Xie Jun’s breastbone, his entire arm plunging into the chest cavity, seizing the pulsating heart.

"This can’t be, this can’t be, this can’t be!" Xie Jun’s face was one of shock as he went utterly dumbfounded.

He couldn’t have imagined someone being so terrifying that he could outpace bullets with his speed. Was this man even human? Overwhelmingly strong—if he had known, he would never have crossed him. But now, it was too late for regrets.

"This is what happens when you point a gun at me. You, can go die now."

After saying those words, Hungry Tiger clenched his five fingers tightly, and the beating heart in his grasp suddenly exploded. Pulling his arm out of the chest cavity, Hungry Tiger looked at his bloodstained hand and said indifferently, "Towel."

Xie Jun died on the spot, collapsing to the ground at two meters tall.

Someone immediately handed Hungry Tiger a towel. He carefully wiped the blood off his hands, tossed the towel to the side, and asked Wang Bingbing, "Now, are you satisfied?"