Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 147, Section 018: Reception
A glint of light flashed in the eyes of the Cloud-Turning Hand—he had succeeded!

Dragon-Slaying Cloud-Dispelling Palm!
Combining both strength and gentleness, this palm technique releases the compressed clouds and mist in an explosive manner. It can destroy the opponent's veins and shatter their bones. It combines softness and hardness and can also cause long-term rheumatism and leave hidden illnesses. It is considered one of the most vicious methods of the Cloud-Turning Hand!

Such arrogant individuals are common among the Fate Masters; the Cloud Turning Hand can cripple them all!
When the cloud dragon in his palm exploded, there was not a trace of panic in the man's eyes.

His face was as sinking as water.

This greatly displeased the Cloud-Turning Hand.

The next second, he took the full force of the blow, and his body shattered instantly.
broken?

The Cloud-Turning Hand was taken aback.

He saw the other person take the blow, and his whole body instantly dissipated like flour, turning into dust and smoke, with only his clothes remaining in place.

This!
At this moment, he finally sensed Jin Ziyue's command. This kind of command... is impossible to perceive without a high degree of concentration.

Beyond its ethereal quality, there is also its inconspicuousness.

However, upon closer inspection, one can also discern a surge of energy within it.

What the Cloud-Turning Hand cared about was not the level of energy, but rather—he couldn't recognize this kind of command.

It should be a category that conceals one's form and aura.

In a flash, fearing that Jin Ziyue was playing a trick on him, he quickly retreated.

Jin Ziyue's information advantage was also evident. He instantly reached out from the smoke and dust, grabbed the elbow of the Cloud-Turning Palm with his five fingers, and turned around to pull it towards the smoke.

The sudden burst of force caught the Cloud-Turning Hand off guard, throwing him into disarray.

Meanwhile, Jin Ziyue's other right hand quickly solidified, reaching down to grasp the falling knife. Taking advantage of the Cloud-Turning Hand's inability to retreat and its subsequent forward pull that broke its lower body and left its center wide open, he swiftly raised the slender knife, piercing through the Cloud-Turning Hand's chest like a beam of light.

Blood suddenly appeared!
The Cloud-Turning Hand was somewhat incredulous, but the outcome was already decided.

Jin Ziyue picked up his fallen shirt and put it on.

Fan Yun Shou's throat pounded as he tried to speak, but Jin Ziyue stabbed him in the ground with a knife and casually pulled him away, severing his trachea.

He raised his hand halfway but then it fell limply to the ground.

As the clouds and mist dissipated, one could even see Yuriko's pained expression as she collapsed to her seat, unable to stand up again.

And the physics-based mind that opened wide on her forehead, blood blurring her face.

A pampered martial artist is not necessarily a match for an assassin; cunning and trickery can always overcome so-called honorable conduct.

Jin Ziyue picked up the umbrella rib from the corner and sheathed the umbrella knife.

Today I'm bringing a fine knife designed for combat at room temperature. It's made of shape-memory metal, which can reshape the weapon as the temperature rises.

The wailing of police sirens drew near.

Jin Ziyue didn't want to cause any more trouble, as the commotion was too great. He put on a mask, made sure no one was following him, and then disappeared into the shadows of the trees.

……

Haruko Sada clenched her fingers as she listened to the wailing sirens.

More than two hours had passed since Jin Ziyue's operation, and even the radio broadcast had long since ended.

But Jin Ziyue still didn't give her any news.

She gripped her phone tightly, her brow furrowed.

After sitting for an unknown amount of time, she suddenly moved aside and cursed, "Damn it, why should I listen to you!"

After saying that, he flung open the car door and ran outside with a bang.

She hadn't walked far when a large hand pressed down on her forehead.

"Woo——"

Haruko Sada was suddenly startled.

The newcomer's palm was warm and strong, like a baseball glove holding her small head.

Didn't I tell you not to run around?

The man's voice made Haruko Sada's eyes light up.

"Why didn't you come back for so long? I thought you were dead, and you made me happy for nothing!"

She pried open the other person's hands and discovered that the original glove had been cut in half horizontally and was nowhere to be found, with only the part near the palm remaining, still warm.

"Huh?" She was taken aback. Her palms were rough, as if they had experienced many battles that ordinary people could hardly imagine.

“Your hand…” Haruko Sada whispered.

Jin Ziyue walked straight back: "It's alright."

"Hey! Who was worried about you! I meant you..." Haruko Sada blushed slightly, "Your hands are strangely warm..."

Jin Ziyue waved his hand, showing her the resistance wire in his palm: "The heat from the electric heating gloves hasn't completely dissipated yet."

The girl was so angry that she flared her nostrils and remained silent.

Jin Ziyue accepted the trench coat, packed it away, and placed his black umbrella on the passenger seat of the car.

"Hey, the passenger seat is mine!" Haruko Sada was annoyed to see the umbrella taking up her seat.

"Minors are not allowed to sit in the front row."

The girl was so angry she gritted her teeth: "I'm! An! Adult!!"

"Go sit in the back and you can only hide when the police block the way."

Haruko Sada, still annoyed, muttered, "Why didn't you just say so earlier? And now you're blaming me for being young? Aren't you afraid I'll shout that this greasy old man is abducting underage girls..."

Jin Ziyue ignored her, started the pickup truck, and the old engine began to run. The first two ignition sounds sounded like an old man's asthma.

"Hey! What did you do tonight? Why were you making such a racket?"

In Haruko Sada's imagination, assassins and special agents kill without anyone noticing and then disappear without a trace, while detectives and the like wander around aimlessly.

Who knew there would be such a commotion tonight, with police cars arriving immediately? This made her realize even more clearly the dangers of being a hitman.

"We were discovered when we sneaked in." Jin Ziyue stared intently at the road.

"Oh." The girl didn't quite understand, but she knew that the process would be more dangerous than she had imagined.

She had just sat down when a hand reached out from the front of the car.

"What?" she asked suspiciously.

Jin Ziyue sat up straight, one hand on the steering wheel, the other hand moving back to shake the jade pendant hanging there.

Haruko Sada's eyes lit up, and she happily took it, exclaiming, "You really found it!"

"Hmm..." Jin Ziyue responded.

"That's wonderful." Haruko Sada carefully held the jade pendant in her arms and put it into her fist-sized coin purse.

"I haven't seen my dad in so long." The girl carefully touched her small wallet.

Everything felt like a dream.

If she hadn't met Jin Ziyue, according to her plan, she would have "opened her business" in the next couple of days, and then, in the numb and filthy days, slowly save up enough money to redeem herself and collect her father's inheritance. What would she do after she had saved enough? Actually, she hadn't thought about it yet. To prematurely imitate the way life was just a form of torture.

Thinking of this, Haruko Sada recalled the man sitting in the front, starting the pickup truck.

She gazed at his calm face through the car's rearview mirror.

This person's eyes were always empty, as if he didn't care about anything. I've never seen him truly happy. He's okay with strangers; he can force a mechanical smile out of muscle memory. But in front of people he knows well, he always has a blank, sour face.

Haruko Sada couldn't stand it, and a surge of resentment welled up within her. She leaned onto the back seat of Jin Ziyue's car, rested her head against it, and softly said, "How can I thank you? How about I repay you with my body?"

"Can I dissect and study the human body?" Jin Ziyue asked casually.

"Hey! Can't you just let me have a good taste of your body just once!"

Haruko Sada was in a great mood and didn't care about his harsh words.

"mu--"

As the pickup truck drove by, the cheerful laughter of a young girl drifted in through the window.

(End of this chapter)