Title: Reborn Qi Tongwei, who defies fate by half a move and refuses to kneel

Chapter 113 Ghost Whistle Seeks Death? I'm the King of Hell!

That eerie "cooing" sound was like a rusty saw, sawing hard into Ye Cunxin's taut nerve.

It wasn't the sound of any bird.

That's a secret signal produced by the Adam's apple pressing against the vocal cords and vibrating with airflow.

"No...don't come any closer..."

Ye Cunxin's stunningly beautiful face was now deathly pale, her pupils dilated, and she was trembling uncontrollably. She gripped Qi Tongwei's collar tightly, as if she wanted to tear his combat vest to shreds.

Deep in her memory, that voice meant endless darkness, a foul-smelling water prison, and rats crawling all over her.

The drug dealers who kidnapped her here would blow this whistle before each time they tortured her.

That's a psychological shadow etched into my bones.

"Useless."

Qi Tongwei didn't pat her back or comfort her like a caring man would.

The man grabbed the back of her head with his hand, his five fingers digging into her messy long hair, and with a sudden force, forcibly pulled her terrified face in front of him.

Their noses almost collided.

"Look at me!"

Qi Tongwei's voice was deep and carried an undeniable domineering air.

Ye Cunxin's eyes were unfocused, and her lips trembled as she kept muttering the words "water dungeon".

Looks like I'll have to give you something drastic.

A ruthless glint flashed in Qi Tongwei's eyes. Without any warning, he lowered his head and bit her trembling red lips hard.

It wasn't a kiss.

It's tearing and biting.

The metallic, bloody smell instantly filled their mouths.

Pain is the best wake-up call.

Ye Cunxin's eyes widened suddenly. The excruciating pain shot through her nerve endings and straight to the top of her head, forcefully pulling her back from the nightmare of that year.

The man's rough stubble prickled her delicate skin, and the strong scent of hormones mixed with the smell of gunpowder domineeringly invaded all her senses, crushing those old and rotten fears.

"Ugh—"

Ye Cunxin let out a sob, her hands instinctively reaching up to Qi Tongwei's broad shoulders.

Qi Tongwei released his lips, a thin, ambiguous saliva trailing between them. He stared at the woman's peach blossom eyes, which had finally regained focus, and roughly wiped away the blood from the corner of her lips with his thumb.

"Remember this, tonight you are the hunter."

Qi Tongwei's fingers slid down her slender neck, stopping at the patch of snow-white skin below her collarbone, where he could still feel her heart pounding wildly.

"This forest belongs to me; even the King of Hell has to offer me a cigarette."

Ye Cunxin was panting heavily, and the large expanse of her fair and tender breasts exposed to the air trembled with each breath. Her badly tattered red silk top could not conceal this breathtaking sight at all.

Looking at the man before her, who resembled a demon, the fear in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by an almost pathological obsession and excitement.

"hunter……"

She stuck out her tongue and licked the wound on her lips, looking as alluring as a vampire.

"Yes, the hunt begins."

Qi Tongwei released her and turned to look at the pitch-black jungle behind him.

【Eagle Eye Vision】is operating at full capacity.

What appears as a pitch-black forest to most people becomes a three-dimensional image composed of countless lines in his vision.

Several hundred meters away, seven or eight dark red, humanoid heat sources were rapidly approaching. Their movements were perfectly synchronized, their footsteps made no sound, and even their breathing was controlled in unison.

This is no ordinary mercenary.

These are "suicide squad members".

A "cleaner" specifically designed to do dirty work and clean up messes.

"Zhong Kui, take that good-for-nothing with you." Qi Tongwei toyed with the tactical dagger in his hand and pointed at Zhao Ruilong, who was lying unconscious on the ground.

Zhong Kui frowned, glancing disdainfully at Young Master Zhao, who was covered in excrement and blood, but still walked over and grabbed Zhao Ruilong's arm like a dead dog.

"Which way?" Zhong Kui asked.

"I'm not leaving."

Qi Tongwei's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Since you're here, leave them all as fertilizer."

He walked up to Zhao Ruilong and, with an incredibly smooth motion, made a cut on Zhao Ruilong's intact thigh with the dagger in his hand.

Fresh blood gushed out.

"Take him around in a circle to disperse the smell of blood," Qi Tongwei coldly ordered. "These bastards have very sensitive noses."

……

Ten minutes later.

It was as if someone had poked a hole in the sky, and large raindrops poured down.

The torrential rain masked all smells and sounds, making the primeval jungle even more eerie and terrifying.

A team of armed personnel, dressed in black, form-fitting combat suits and wearing full-face night vision goggles, advanced in a fan-shaped search pattern. Their HK416 rifles were fitted with silencers, making them appear like ghosts melting into the night.

The captain, who was leading the group, stopped in his tracks, his tactical glove clenched into a fist in mid-air.

The team obeys orders without question.

In the thermal imager, there is a faint heat source under a large banyan tree in front.

That is blood.

Fresh, warm human blood.

The captain gave a hand signal, and two team members immediately drew their guns and moved in to flank the enemy.

Just as the team member on the left was carefully walking around a thicket of bushes, his military boots stepped into a patch of seemingly ordinary mud.

It didn't feel like it had hit rock bottom as I had imagined.

That's a swamp.

Moreover, it was a quicksand pit that had been softened by heavy rain.

The assassin reacted extremely quickly, reaching for the vines the moment his body sank.

however.

That drooping "vine" is actually a specially made piano string.

Zhong Kui, like an upside-down bat, huddled in the shadow of the tree canopy, his hands clasped tightly to the ends of the piano strings, wearing cut-resistant gloves.

"collapse!"

A very faint muffled thud.

The piano string, thinner than a human hair, easily sliced ​​through the throat of the assassin under the combined force of gravity and tension. He couldn't even scream; only large gushes of blood gushed into the swamp.

Zhong Kui released his grip, letting the corpse be swallowed by the swamp.

at the same time.

On the other side.

Qi Tongwei hid in a rock crevice that was only half a meter wide.

The torrential rain lashed against the rock face, chilling it to the bone.

But the temperature inside the crack was frighteningly high.

The space was too cramped, so the two of them had to press themselves tightly together.

Ye Cunxin was clinging to Qi Tongwei. Her expensive red haute couture dress was now completely soaked, clinging tightly to her devilish figure and outlining every alluring curve.

Her skirt had been torn to shreds during their previous escape, and her two long, straight legs were completely exposed to the cold rain, dazzlingly white. Her thighs were tightly wrapped around Qi Tongwei's waist.

As she trembled, she kept rubbing against her camouflage pants, which were soaked through by the rain.

This is a deadly sensation.

"cold……"

Ye Cunxin whispered in Qi Tongwei's ear, her voice trembling with a hint of sobbing, her warm breath brushing against his neck, sending shivers down his spine.