The axe chopped straight down.
Rod didn't hesitate and used all the strength in his arms.
The axe blade cut through the clothes on his shoulder, but it also stopped. A Tai's hand grabbed the handle of the axe.
Artest looked at Rod, his eyes narrowing a little: "You really have the guts to do that?"
Rod wanted to pull the axe back, but he had no strength at all. Artest raised his hand, clenched his fist, and swung it hard on the former's abdomen.
Rod's pupils contracted and he spat out a mouthful of saliva.
The hand holding the axe loosened and the body bent down little by little.
Artest grabbed Rod's hair and said expressionlessly, "Since you can do this, there's no need for me to hide it."
He raised his hand and slapped Rod, and the powerful ghost power made him fly out and smash the washbasin over there.
Rod felt like his waist was about to break, his whole body was shaking, and he sat there with difficulty. The water pipe burst and sprayed all over him.
Artest twisted his palm and asked calmly, "Why did you suddenly want to kill me?"
"Your wife... has never had any diabetes."
Artest blinked, with a strange expression on his face.
Rod continued, "I know you have all of Artest's memories, but fake is fake after all. You can't trust your own memories 100%."
"When I mentioned diabetes, the memory you retrieved didn't include it. But seeing how determined I was, and doubting your own memory, you ultimately chose to believe my story."
Rod twitched the corners of his mouth because of the pain.
"I've worked with Artest for so long, I know his temperament and habits all too well."
After listening to it, A-Tai shook his head and sneered, "I see. He's quite smart. How could he not have noticed anything?"
"But so what?"
"If the soft approach doesn't work, why not try the hard approach? There's nothing we can do if someone wants to drink the penalty drink."
A Tai picked up the axe on the ground, but then thought of something and muttered, "Forget it, I want it complete."
He threw away the axe in his hand, took out a black stick from his clothes, and walked towards Rhodes.
Rod slumped against the wall, his whole body wet from the spray. He looked at Artest approaching, clenching his teeth and trying to stand up, but the pain prevented him from straightening his body for a while.
"You're so fragile, aren't you?"
Artest taunted, standing in front of Rhodes.
But before he could make the next move, Rod's clothes suddenly bulged, and with a loud bang, Artest flew several meters away.
Rod took out a short-barreled shotgun from under his windbreaker, endured the pain, stood up, and walked over there.
Artest was shot but did not die. He raised his head and tried to stand up.
Rod was already in front of him, with the muzzle of the sawed-off shotgun pointed at him.
Facing the dark muzzle of the gun, Artest opened his mouth and was about to speak when Rod decisively pulled the trigger. There was a flash of fire and the bullet hit his forehead.
His head split open and half of his skull flew out.
But there was no brain matter or blood splattering. Rod was prepared, but when he saw the disgusting bloody scene, his face was slightly stunned.
After the head split open, there was no bright red flesh and blood, but something similar to wood.
The splattered blood and flesh also turned into sawdust.
The blood that flows out is a green liquid.
"What is this?" Rod squatted down, touched the green liquid with his hand, and looked stunned.
…
At that time, in a private cinema.
The movie plot on the screen entered its climax, which was only about thirty minutes in. The beauties on both sides screamed countless times.
Qin Nuo only felt that both his ears were a little numb, but his expression remained calm.
Suddenly, Qin Nuo grabbed the beautiful woman's hand with one hand and gently wiped it with his fingers. The delicate feeling was wonderful.
The beautiful woman sitting next to him blushed again and whispered, "What the hell are you doing?"
Qin Nuo smiled slightly: "I feel that the movie is so boring, the young lady's face is more pleasing to the eye."
"Your love talk is so corny, do you say that to every girl?"
"But I like it very much." The beauty smiled and lowered her head.
"Miss, your hands are so white."
"The rest of the place is even whiter!"
"Really? Then I'll have to take a closer look."
Qin Nuo completely turned into a pig-like appearance. The movements of his hands became more and more vigorous, and the palm of his hand that was caressing the delicate skin moved upwards little by little.
The beauty did not resist and let Qin Nuo do what he wanted.
As he stroked, a few corpse spots gradually appeared on Qin Nuo's palm, and ghost energy seeped out from his fingers.
Qin Nuo placed his hand on the back of the beauty's neck.
At this moment, the door at the back suddenly opened.
The butler came in with two bottles of champagne. Seeing Qin Nuo interacting with the beauty, he said, "I'm sorry, I seem to be coming in at a bad time."
Qin Nuo shook his head: "It's okay, the wine is finished, let's change it."
After saying that, Qin Nuo didn't care about the presence of the butler and continued his hooligan behavior.
"Hey, why is there a bulge on the back of your neck?"
Qin Nuo said in surprise.
"Sir, that bone is called the spinous process of the seventh vertebra. Everyone has it. It's nothing strange."
The butler explained to Qin Nuo with a smile and replaced the champagne in his hand.
"I see."
Qin Nuo nodded, and more and more ghost energy seeped out of his fingertips. The corpse spots on the back of his hand looked particularly glaring under the bright light of the curtain.
Qin Nuo approached the beauty, his body fragrance lingering in his nose. This action seemed as if he was going to kiss her.
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