Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 200 Brothers Reunion
dusk.

A burly man was speeding along a deserted road on a Harley-Davidson.

His entire body was covered with wounds of varying sizes.

Blood gushed out wildly as if it were free.

The white vest was now half-stained dark red.

This person was Wang Youde.

Just two hours ago, he suddenly received a message from Song Jie.

The other party told him that his location had been exposed and that he had to leave the town immediately.

Wang Youde had no suspicions.

Since Song Jie knew his hiding place, if he had any ill intentions towards him, there was no need to notify him in advance; he could simply have someone kidnap him.

Wang Youde initially thought that the people who came to find him were cops from Qianhua City, but the experience over the next hour made him wonder if he was still half asleep.

"Is that guy a human or a ghost?!"

Wang Youde cursed under his breath.

During his escape, he encountered a strange man wearing a mask.

The other person simply raised their hand, and a gash appeared on my body, followed by two, three, four...

Not long after, he became the way he is now.

"Could it be that I really encountered a ghost?"

Wang Youde kept repeating the names of various deities in his mind, trying to bring himself some psychological comfort.

He glanced at the map navigation on the stolen motorcycle; it was already more than ten kilometers away from where he had encountered the masked monster.

This relieved Wang Youde.

Although the other party behaved very strangely and inhumanly, it seemed that they were not fast enough and could not catch up. They just stood there and watched as I stole the car and escaped.

Just as Wang Youde shifted his gaze from the navigation system to the road, he happened to glance at the rearview mirror.

It would have been better if I hadn't glanced at it, because I immediately saw a strange man wearing a mask, sitting in the back seat with a smile, staring at me.

On a deserted road, you are riding a motorcycle at a speed of eighty kilometers per hour.

As I was running, I suddenly noticed a strange man wearing a mask behind me.

If someone timid had come here, they would probably have fainted on the spot.

"Fuck!!!!!"

In a fit of terror, Wang Youde's arm trembled, and he and his cart rolled into the ridge of the field.

Wang Youde's massive body rolled between the paddy field ridges, during which he used his arm to protect his head and managed to stop himself at the cost of a broken hand.

Even on muddy ground, the inertia from a speed of 80 kilometers per hour is enough to cause serious injury.

After being thrown around and feeling completely disoriented, Wang Youde's first reaction upon turning over was to look around.

But after looking around, he still couldn't see the masked man from his car.

"Am I dazzled?"

Wang Youde patted his head, but through the metal buttons on his cuffs, he saw the masked monster again.

Ignoring his arm injury, Wang Youde threw a punch directly behind him.

pat!

The punch had no effect; instead, Janus pinned Janus's wrist down with one hand.

"Ugh!"

As Janus continued to exert force with his palm, Wang Youde cried out in pain.

Whoosh! Thump!

Janus grabbed Wang Youde's wrist, swung it around in mid-air, and then slammed it heavily to the ground.

This nearly two-meter-tall giant had no chance of fighting back against the strange man who was more than twenty centimeters shorter than him.

Wang Youde, who had just been in a car accident, already suffered some internal injuries.

With that swing and slam, he felt almost all of his internal organs shift, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Are you... a human or a ghost...?"

With each word Wang Youde spoke, a puff of bloody foam would appear.

"Me? Of course I'm not human, but I'm not a ghost either."

Janus squatted down in front of Wang Youde, grabbed his hair and pointed it at himself: "Tsk tsk, so big, yet so fragile. The human body really is quite weak."

Wang Youde didn't have time to reply. Even if he was stupid, he knew that if he continued to vomit blood like this, he would kick the bucket soon.

So he tried his best to suppress the urge to vomit blood and kept the blood in his mouth.

However, internal bleeding cannot be stopped simply by keeping your mouth shut.

Soon, Wang Youde's mouth filled with blood, and the blood, unable to find an outlet, began to gush from his nasal cavity.

Blood in his nasal cavity blocked his breathing, forcing him to open his mouth and vomit a mouthful of stagnant blood.

The vomited blood mingled with the blood from his wounds, completely staining his snow-white vest red, making it look incredibly horrifying.

"Why... gulp... why... are you targeting me..."

Wang Youde choked on his own blood, and this cough caused the blood from his nose to spray directly onto Janus.

Janus released his grip with disdain and stepped on Wang Youde's back with one foot.

Then he took out a tissue from his pocket and slowly wiped the blood from his arm: "Why? Blame your cheap older brother, his shot hurt a bit."

Upon hearing Janus's explanation, Wang Youde forgot all about stopping the bleeding.

He immediately retorted, "No...impossible...my brother...he would never...voluntarily draw a gun and hurt someone..."

"Huh? You say it's not true and then it's not? Or was your brother possessed by a ghost and fired that shot?"

The pressure on Wang Youde's back intensified, causing his chest to embed itself deeply into the mud.

"Absolutely not! There must be some kind of misunderstanding..."

Wang Youde struggled incessantly, trying to break free of his restraints.

But he was like a turtle whose shell was being held down; no matter how he moved his limbs, his body couldn't move an inch.

"What a stubborn guy, you think I'd let this go..."

Just as Janus raised his foot, preparing to deliver a crushing blow, he suddenly remembered something.

"Oh right, when Wang Youcai turned himself in, it seems he had already arranged for you to be sent out of Qianhua City, right? Didn't he tell you about his plans?"

Surrender?

My brother turned himself in?!
Taking advantage of the moment Janus lifted his foot, Wang Youde rolled away from under him, shouting, "What do you mean!"

Janus looked at Wang Youde and clicked his tongue in amazement: "It seems that Wang Youcai really didn't tell you about this. What a deep brotherly bond!"

"What exactly happened these past two days?!"

Wang Youde asked while vomiting blood.

"After he entrusted Song Jie's men to send you out of Qianhua City, he turned himself in to the criminal police team not long after."

Janus suddenly became calm and kindly told Wang Youde about what had happened in the past few days.

"It was in the interrogation room of the criminal investigation team that he shot me."

"How is my brother now?" Wang Youde asked anxiously.

"Is that even a question?"

Janus gave a mischievous smile: "If someone is shot and injured in the police station, they'll definitely be shot dead on the spot."

"Shot dead on the spot... uh..."

My brother... he's dead?

Wang Youde's brain went blank. He opened his mouth wide, and blood mixed with saliva gushed out, leaving streaks of blood on his chin.

"No, no, this is fake. My brother and I agreed that he would meet up with me after he finished dealing with the fixed assets in Qianhua City."

He has no reason to turn himself in; it's all a lie, a lie!

Wang Youde kept numbing himself, and at the end he roared and charged toward Janus.

With a thud, Wang Youde fell face-first into the mud.

"What... happened? My leg..."

Looking back, Wang Youde saw two thick, strong legs lying about a meter away.

That's... my leg?

As soon as he saw his own legs, excruciating pain, deep in his bones, began to spread upwards from his lower body.

At this moment, Wang Youde realized that he didn't even have the strength to scream anymore.

The massive blood loss at the beginning, coupled with the recent car accident, had already left Wang Youde teetering on the brink of death.

Even with his good physique, most people would probably have died in less than two minutes.

"That's a really good eye."

Janus nodded repeatedly as he looked at Wang Youde, who was in despair, as if he were admiring a work of art.

He raised his left hand and made a C with his thumb and forefinger: "I didn't care about whether you two brothers lived or died. It didn't matter to me whether you lived or died."

Janus, with a compassionate expression, brought his left thumb and forefinger closer together.

"But I'm a soft-hearted person and can't bear to see my former subordinates traveling alone, so I had no choice but to send you to join him."

"With his beloved younger brother by his side on his journey to the underworld, Wang Youcai would surely be very happy."

The instant the two fingers touched, Wang Youde's head was removed from his neck.

"Thirteen, clean up the scene and eat the body while you're at it. Don't give the Countermeasures Bureau a chance to read your mind."

Janus gave a casual instruction, then slipped through an orange-red portal and disappeared.

After he left, a black liquid seeped from the ground and slowly enveloped Wang Youde's body.

(End of this chapter)