Zhou Ziwei slowly walked step by step to Ono Yuko, intending to use this psychological pressure to force the guy hiding in the shadows to completely break down and jump out.
However, Zhou Ziwei underestimated the man's patience, or perhaps the man simply didn't care about Ono Yuko's life or death. Therefore, Zhou Ziwei's method of mental pressure was ineffective. Even when Zhou Ziwei walked over, grabbed Ono Yuko by the hair, and lifted the Japanese beauty up, the shadowy figure still didn't react at all, not even a hint of erratic breathing. This made Zhou Ziwei admire the guy's patience... he was practically perfect material for a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle!
Zhou Ziwei shook his head inwardly. Since that person didn't care about Ono Yuko's life or death at all, he shouldn't waste any more time and should just resolve the problem as soon as possible.
Gently extending a hand, it slowly pressed against Ono Yuko's forehead. A wisp of not-so-powerful but extremely cunning and strange soul power seeped into the nerve lines of Ono Yuko's forehead, instantly suppressing Ono Yuko's nerves temporarily.
Having experienced the failed hypnosis attempt with Kyzylmeria, Zhou Ziwei had no desire to try it on Ono Yuko again.
Undoubtedly, the hypnosis technique he learned and modified was still too rudimentary. This skill was invincible against ordinary people, but it paled in comparison when used against those who were proficient in soul power or mental power.
Although it was impossible to hypnotize Ono Yuko, it was relatively easy to suppress her nerves. Even if Ono Yuko was indeed a master of soul power, her soul power was nowhere near Zhou Ziwei's. It was believed that even if she worked herself to death for a lifetime, she would never be able to cultivate such profound "spiritual power" as Zhou Ziwei. Therefore, as long as Zhou Ziwei did not invade Ono Yuko's sea of souls with his soul power, it would be easy for him to control her nerves while she had lost her ability to move.
Seeing that Ono Yuko had finally fallen completely unconscious, Zhou Ziwei breathed a sigh of relief. He casually tossed the woman to the ground, then slowly turned his head towards the general direction of the hidden figure, and said softly, "Come out! I know you can hear me. Now that you're here, stop hiding. You may not care about your partner's life or death, but our issues still need to be resolved, right? Otherwise, you're just holed up there, neither coming out to fight nor escaping the building. Are you trying to outlast me? Fine! I admit my patience is limited. If you don't come out, then I'll have to force you out..."
Zhou Ziwei said a lot of nice things, but found that the guy who was hiding in the shadows was determined not to make a move. It seemed that he really wanted to have a test of patience with Zhou Ziwei.
Zhou Ziwei gave a soft, cold snort. Without further hesitation, he immediately shouted in a low, angry voice towards the direction where the person had disappeared, "Get out here..."
Zhou Ziwei's voice wasn't loud, but it contained a pure soul roar attack. Moreover, this time Zhou Ziwei used a focused soul roar, targeting only the person in the shadows. If that person dared to withstand this soul roar... he would probably be skinned alive even if he didn't die.
As soon as Zhou Ziwei let out his soul roar, the guy hidden in the shadows immediately jumped out of the corner like a monkey with its tail on fire, brandishing a strangely styled Japanese samurai sword and charging over with a roar.
Although the straight-line distance between the two is not very far, only about twenty meters, there are three walls blocking their way within that distance.
Zhou Ziwei's soul roar was weakened and slowed down when it passed through the three walls; otherwise, even though the guy was fast, he might not have had time to dodge it.
The man who had been hiding in the shadows, after being attacked once by Zhou Ziwei's Soul Roar, seemed to have no intention of hiding any longer. So, after dodging the direct attack of the Soul Roar, he immediately brandished his seemingly heavy Japanese sword and charged straight at Zhou Ziwei. Although there were three walls in front of him, the man seemed not to see them at all. Every time he passed a wall, he would quickly slash three times with his katana in front of him, and his body would not pause for a moment during this process. After the three slashes, his body would immediately slam into the wall, and he would forcefully drill a human-shaped hole in the wall that was at least half a foot thick.
After passing through three walls, the person appeared in the conference room and in front of Zhou Ziwei in just three seconds...
"Hey—" Before he even arrived, his voice preceded his appearance. The strange man, dressed in a blue ancient-style robe, had just crashed through the wall of the conference room when he let out a beast-like roar. At the same time, he raised the ancient-style Japanese sword in his hand and slashed it down hard at Zhou Ziwei's head.
Sensing the extraordinary abilities this person displayed as he smashed through walls, Zhou Ziwei dared not be careless in the slightest. This person's speed was no less than that of a werewolf, his strength was even greater, and his senses were far superior to those of a werewolf. Therefore, Zhou Ziwei felt that maintaining a proper distance from this person was the wisest choice to avoid being at a disadvantage.
With a "whoosh," Zhou Ziwei's figure, like a leaf, took advantage of the force of the green-robed man's slash and quickly landed on a side of the conference room near the window.
He then patted his waist, and instantly nine new-style cross-shaped darts flew out from a hidden compartment in his waist. Like nine lively little birds, they circled around Zhou Ziwei once before shooting swiftly towards the man in the green robe from different directions.
"Hmph... You dare to show off such vulgar iron?" The man in the green robe sneered, remaining completely unmoved despite the barrage of nine new-style darts. Only when the nine darts flew close to him did he roar, and the old-style Japanese sword in his hand seemed to come alive, tumbling and dancing around him. In an instant, the sound of "clanging" filled the air as Zhou Ziwei launched his last nine new-style darts, five of which were cut in half by the man in the green robe in the blink of an eye.
"Come back—" Zhou Ziwei had never suffered such a heavy loss at once. Each of these new-style cross-shaped darts contained an independent soul, which was equivalent to a low-level life form. In such a short time, eight new-style cross-shaped darts had been completely destroyed. How could Zhou Ziwei not feel heartbroken?
As Zhou Ziwei shouted "Come back," he unleashed another Soul Roar. The man in the green robe, whether he had sensed Zhou Ziwei's Soul Roar attack beforehand or had been terrified by Zhou Ziwei's almost invisible attack, immediately fled as soon as he saw Zhou Ziwei open his mouth.
As expected... the man in the green robe escaped again, managing not to be hit by Zhou Ziwei's soul roar at such close range.
Taking advantage of the moment when the man in the green robe dodged, Zhou Ziwei managed to retrieve the remaining four new-style cross darts that had not yet been severed.
This thing has served Zhou Ziwei quite well, and Zhou Ziwei is reluctant to let all the new-style cross-shaped darts be destroyed at once. Although it seems that these new-style cross-shaped darts are not very effective in dealing with this man in green robes, Zhou Ziwei will not abandon them.
"Ah—" The man in the green robe seemed to have realized that Zhou Ziwei's soul roar technique could not be used continuously. So, as soon as Zhou Ziwei's previous soul roar stopped, he seemed to have a spring in his foot, let out a strange cry, jumped up on the spot, raised his samurai sword, and once again rushed in and slashed down fiercely.
Zhou Ziwei, facing the rapidly approaching man in green robes, didn't even flinch. He simply stood there, looking at the man with utter contempt. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and roared at the man, who was now inches away, "Get lost—"
Before Zhou Ziwei could even utter a sound, the man in the green robe changed his expression drastically the moment Zhou Ziwei opened his mouth. Without hesitation, he twisted his body and jumped towards the window.
With a crash, the man in the green robe slammed into the wall, creating a hole in the half-foot-thick wall. The large floor-to-ceiling window shattered completely, and the man in the green robe was sent flying. Outside the window… a suddenly appearing eagle swooped down from the sky, its large talons grabbing the man in the green robe's belt, then carrying him straight up into the endless sky…
No way! This guy acted so fiercely, but it turns out he never intended to fight to the death; he just wanted to escape this way.
Zhou Ziwei watched the eagle soar higher and higher, feeling a mix of amusement and exasperation...
Volume 2: The Assassin's Nightmare, Chapter 454: What Are You Going to Do With Me?
Want to escape? It might not be that easy!
Zhou Ziwei sneered and suddenly opened his mouth in front of the floor-to-ceiling window that had been smashed to pieces by the man in the green robe.
This time, however, Zhou Ziwei did not let out a soul roar. Instead, he emitted a sound similar to ultrasound at a specific frequency.
Although Zhou Ziwei himself could fly, intercepting the man in the green robe in the sky wouldn't be a problem, but... it was broad daylight, and doing so would be too shocking.
Zhou Ziwei didn't want to be stared at like a monster wherever he went in the future, so... it was best to keep a low profile for now!
Just seconds after the ultrasonic waves were emitted, and the eagle had just escaped several hundred meters with the man in the green robe, a huge shadow suddenly appeared in the sky. The shadow was extremely fast. Even though the eagle's flight speed was not slow, its speed was greatly affected by the large man it was carrying. So, in no time, the shadow gradually caught up with the eagle and the man. Only then did the man in the green robe realize that the huge shadow was actually a frighteningly large bat.
The man in the green robe's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly drew the ancient-style longsword that he had just hung at his waist again, and glared menacingly at the bat that was flying closer and closer. He then slashed at the bat's head.
Unfortunately, the giant bat didn't give the man in the green robe a chance to draw his sword. Instead, it flew directly onto the eagle and then lashed out with its claws, viciously clawing down at the eagle's head.
The eagle was quite large; otherwise, how could it have grabbed a grown man? The man in the green robe was held in the eagle's claws, so he was too far away from the Bat King. Even with his ancient longsword, he couldn't possibly reach the Bat King. As a result, he could only watch helplessly as the eagle's head was turned into a rotten gourd under the Bat King's enormous claws.
"Ah—" After the eagle died, the man in the green robe immediately plummeted to the ground hundreds of meters below, letting out a long cry of surprise...
"Is he dead? Hmm... He fell from that height, he probably can't have survived!" Zhou Ziwei stood at the window, watching the scene unfolding in the distance, and muttered to himself.
Normally, with Zhou Ziwei's visual acuity, even from this distance, he could have seen everything clearly if he activated his strongest visual function. However... when the man in the green robe fell, his view was blocked by a building in front of him. Zhou Ziwei didn't have long-range X-ray vision, so he wasn't sure whether the man was dead or alive. But judging from the height the man in the green robe fell, he felt that the man was probably dead, with almost no chance of survival.
Zhou Ziwei let out a soft sigh of relief before turning to look at the other three people in the conference room.
Wang Guohui and his son were already pale and trembling from the two earth-shattering battles they had just fought. When they saw Zhou Ziwei's sharp, knife-like eyes looking at them, they both went limp and collapsed to the ground.
Wang Feng was in an even worse state, as a yellow, steaming liquid quickly oozed from beneath him.
Zhou Ziwei frowned slightly, too lazy to pay attention to the father and son anymore. He walked over, picked up Ono Yuko, and turned to leave. When he reached the door, he turned back and said to Wang Guohui, "I'll have a lawyer handle the share transfer procedures later. I hope you can transfer your shares in Xinda Daily Chemicals to my wife's name at a reasonable price... How about it, no problem?"
"No problem, of course no problem." Wang Guohui was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then quickly nodded in agreement. At this moment, Wang Guohui had already had all his ambitions worn away by Ono Yuko's torment. Moreover, thinking about his deceased wife's mysterious stone pendant, he didn't know if anyone would come to him for that thing again in the future. Therefore... he couldn't stay at Xinda Daily Chemicals any longer. Since Zhou Ziwei wanted to take over, that was the best outcome. According to Zhou Ziwei, after taking over Xinda Daily Chemicals, it would most likely still be handed over to Wang Xuewei to manage. This wouldn't be considered falling into someone else's hands, and he could get a large sum of money and find an inconspicuous place to live out his old age in anonymity. This was truly the most ideal ending so far.
Zhou Ziwei carried Ono Yuko back to the Zhou family compound, threw Ono Yuko and Kyzylmer into a room, and then sat on the sofa, staring blankly at the two women in front of him.
This is really a headache... These two women seem to have practiced special mental skills, so hypnosis has no effect on them at all. It will be really difficult to get any real and reliable information out of them... Moreover, what Zhou Ziwei fears most is not that they refuse to talk, but that they might blurt things out under his coercion. In that case... Zhou Ziwei will have a hard time distinguishing which of their words are true and which are false.
Zhou Ziwei shook his head helplessly, then stepped forward and pressed down on the two women's heads, simultaneously releasing the blockade on the nerve fibers in their brains.
"Hmm..." A series of moans that could easily lead to fantasies came from the two women's nostrils, and then Ono Yuko and Kyzylem slowly opened their eyes.
Zhou Ziwei deliberately placed the two of them face to face on the same bed, so that when they woke up, they would see another person's face.
Zhou Ziwei had checked beforehand and found that none of them were wearing masks, so these should be their real faces.
When a person has just woken up from a deep sleep, they are inevitably still a little dazed. So if they suddenly see an old acquaintance at this time, they will definitely have a reaction on their face.
Unfortunately, Zhou Ziwei observed carefully for a long time, but he couldn't see any indication that the two women knew each other beforehand.
After overcoming the initial grogginess upon waking, they immediately displayed sufficient wariness towards each other, instinctively moving back to maintain a safe distance before turning to survey the room's surroundings.
When they saw Zhou Ziwei sitting on the sofa, smiling faintly at them, they were both startled and hurriedly sat up, both looking down to check their clothes.
Seeing this, Zhou Ziwei rolled his eyes speechlessly. Why did he look so much like a perverted escort? And... Kyzylmer was one thing, but as for Ono Yuko... she was practically a wanton slut who would sleep with anyone. Would she care whether her body had been violated?
"Don't worry! No one touched you while you were unconscious... Please rest assured about that."
Zhou Ziwei snorted coldly and said, "Although I'm not exactly a saint either, even if I wanted your bodies, I wouldn't do it while you were unconscious. That would be no different from necrophilia."
Zhou Ziwei's words left the two women feeling both embarrassed and angry. They glared at him fiercely, then exchanged glances before turning to Zhou Ziwei and asking, "What are you going to do to me?"
Zhou Ziwei hesitated slightly as he looked at the two women, then beckoned to Ono Yuko and said, "Come with me first, let's have a proper talk. As for you..." Zhou Ziwei then turned his gaze to Kyzylmer, gave a slight sneer, and said, "As for you, you'd better stay in this room obediently! If you try to escape again, hmph... I won't be as polite to you as I was last time."
After speaking, Zhou Ziwei turned and left. Ono Yuko hesitated slightly before following him out, leaving only Kyzylmer sitting there in a daze. Thinking of Zhou Ziwei's threatening words, Kyzylmer snorted disdainfully, thinking: It seems there aren't any other experts in this Zhou family compound besides him, Zhou Ziwei! I won't run away while you're home, but next time you go out, I…
Suddenly, Kyzylmier's mind flashed back to the scene of her sneaking out of the Zhou family compound last night and successfully escaping more than ten kilometers away. That cloud-like thing suddenly fell from above... Heavens... what was that thing...?
The thought of that thing that grabbed her and flew her into the sky sent chills down Kyzylmer's spine.
If I had another chance... should I run away again?
Kyzylmeria immediately began to struggle with this issue...
"Tell me about your business!" Zhou Ziwei went to another vacant guest room, sat down casually on the sofa in the small living room, looked at Ono Yuko who was standing in front of him with a restrained expression, and said indifferently, "You can choose not to talk, but... if I find out that even half of what you say is a lie, then... don't blame me for being ruthless. Hmph... Although you are somewhat good-looking, I have no interest in trash like you, so... don't expect me to be bewitched by your beauty and have any tender feelings for you."
When Ono Yuko heard Zhou Ziwei call her a piece of trash without any politeness, she couldn't help but bite her lip hard with anger. After a moment, she said, "What do you want to know about me? Who did I give my virginity to? Or how many men have slept with me?"
Zhou Ziwei wasn't angered by Ono Yuko's words. He merely glanced at her indifferently and said, "I'm not interested in your stuff. Just tell me where you learned how to control the butterfly darts, how they're made, and... well, anything related to that. You can tell me anything; I'm very interested in knowing. Hmm... in return, if your answer satisfies me, I can guarantee I won't harm a single hair on your head, and I can ensure you leave this city safely. No one will stop you. How about it? Want to consider it?"
Upon hearing this, Ono Yuko tilted her head, seemingly considering it seriously for a moment before shaking her head helplessly and saying, "I'm sorry... I really want to make this deal with you, but... if I say something I shouldn't, then... even if I leave this city, I'll only die faster. I really don't want to die... even if you keep me imprisoned and torture me day and night, I don't want to die, so... I really can't meet your demands. As for other demands..."
Yuko Ono winked at Zhou Ziwei, feigning shyness, and said, "If Mr. Zhou has any other requests, perhaps I could satisfy you. Hmm... I know that someone as capable as Mr. Zhou must have no shortage of women around him, and I also know that Mr. Zhou might find me a bit repulsive because I've been with too many men. But... doesn't Mr. Zhou know that Japanese women are the best at serving and pleasing men? And the more different men a woman has been with, the more experienced she is in bed, and the better she knows how to make a man like and satisfy him. I guarantee... once you've tasted me, Mr. Zhou, you'll never forget my flavor. How about it... want to give it a try?"
Seeing that Zhou Ziwei didn't seem to show any anger or sternness, Ono Yuko boldly swayed her full, round hips as she walked up to Zhou Ziwei and wrapped her arms around his neck...
"Ouch—" Just as Ono Yuko's small hand moved down Zhou Ziwei's chest and onto his stomach, and then slipped into his shirt pocket, she suddenly felt as if her hand had been pinched by a pair of pliers, and she couldn't help but cry out in pain.
Zhou Ziwei glanced down and saw that Ono Yuko's two slender, white fingers were stuck in her shirt pocket, but they were firmly clamped between the front and back alloy plates of her alloy suit, and bright red blood was flowing out.
"What are you doing? Why are you putting your hand in my pocket?" Zhou Ziwei asked, feigning ignorance and looking bewildered. "This outfit of mine is specially made with strong anti-theft features, so I don't keep losing my wallet when I go out. Even I have to be careful when I put my hand in my pocket, but you... why are you putting your hand in my pocket too? You... you're not trying to steal my wallet, are you?"
Ono Yuko was almost brought to tears by Zhou Ziwei's words. She did indeed want to steal something from him, but… would she, a rising star among the most promising spiritual warriors, really steal someone's tattered wallet? She only remembered that after Zhou Ziwei took her three butterfly darts, he seemed to have casually stuffed them into his jacket pocket. She had no idea that his pocket had an anti-theft feature—she'd never heard of anyone designing an anti-theft function in a clothing pocket… How could she be so unlucky…
"I'm sorry, I didn't... I didn't mean to steal your things..." Yuko Ono said, her voice trembling with tears, "I just accidentally slipped my hand in here, how... how did this happen... Oh... please... please take my hand out, okay?"
When Zhou Ziwei saw that Ono Yuko's fingers were about to be snapped off by the two pieces of alloy, he said "Oh" and gave a command to the independent soul in the alloy suit, making it soften the two pieces of alloy that had become as sharp as knives.
Yuko Ono finally managed to pull her fingers out of Zhou Ziwei's pocket. She hurriedly took several steps back, sat down on the sofa opposite him, and frantically pulled out a handkerchief from her body, tore it open, and used it as a bandage to wrap her two pinched fingers.
Zhou Ziwei watched all this with a cold eye, but his doubts only grew stronger.
Yuko Ono clearly knows how to use soul power, and can even use soul power to control three butterfly darts to attack, something even Zhou Ziwei cannot do.
Zhou Ziwei's new cross-shaped dart is completely different from the butterfly dart. He simply created an independent soul within the new cross-shaped dart, giving the dart its own thoughts and consciousness. By converting electrical energy into power, the new cross-shaped dart can fly in the air on its own, without Zhou Ziwei having to expend his own soul power to control it. He only needs to control the independent soul within the new cross-shaped dart.
However, if it were a new type of cross-shaped dart that had not created an independent soul entity, Zhou Ziwei would have no way to control it using only his soul power. Unless he used his fully liquid soul power, he could barely manage to do so, but the consumption of soul power would be terrifying, which would obviously be very uneconomical.
If Zhou Ziwei were to use the attribute-less energy in his middle dantian to transform it into wind energy, and then use the condensed wind energy to control the new cross-shaped dart, it would be possible to make it fly in the air.
However, this method of control is obviously not feasible because it lacks both strength and flexibility.
It seems that Ono Yuko must possess a very mysterious method of manipulating soul power. I need to find a way to obtain this method from her. If Ono Yuko is truly determined not to tell me, then…
Zhou Ziwei sighed helplessly, thinking that if that were the case, he would probably have no choice but to kill her. However, he directly extracted the relevant memories from her soul.
Volume Two: The Assassin's Nightmare, Chapter 455: Azure Needle in the Deep Sea
Zhou Ziwei found it hard to bring himself to kill a woman who was completely defenseless, and who appeared beautiful and seemingly weak.
It's not that Zhou Ziwei has any philandering ways or has any designs on women who are even slightly attractive. He genuinely despises Ono Yuko's behavior, and even if Ono Yuko were a hundred times more beautiful, Zhou Ziwei would never want to have that kind of relationship with her.
However... Zhou Ziwei is not a bloodthirsty person. If he had killed Ono Yuko during the battle, that would have been fine. But now that she has become his prisoner, and she has not shown any obvious resistance or signs of escape, Zhou Ziwei really can't bring himself to do it.
Or... how about... giving her a chance to escape or launch a sneak attack? Then I can kill her myself. That way, it would be easier to kill her, right?