C397 Means
C397 Means
"Hiss hiss …" The captain gritted his teeth in pain as he broke out in a cold sweat but didn't dare to make a sound. He looked at Sikong Banyu fearfully as he picked up his short knife and wiped off the blood on the tablecloth, not daring to move. Even his bleeding arm didn't dare to deal with him, fearing that this mysterious young man would kill him if he got angry.
York and the others stared at Sikong Banyu's actions. They did not know what he wanted to do, but they did not dare to move. This mysterious young man was too terrifying. If they were to fight, they had no chance of winning.
Pointing at the direction of the door, he said, "I've just counted. From where I'm standing now, there's a total of sixty-one steps to the door, but I can only take forty-nine steps, because when I take fifty steps, you guys will definitely catch up. Do you believe me?"
"Eh?" When York and the others heard Sikong Banyu's words, they were stunned. They didn't know what Sikong Banyu was talking about. What was going on? What was going on? Was this the reason he said he wanted them to follow him? Isn't that a little ridiculous?
"What are you talking about? I don't understand at all. If you want to leave, and I'm still the same as before, no one will stop you. If you need a boat to China, I will also give it to you.
Sikong Banyu smiled lightly: "Of course, haha..." However, he didn't need to use these now. He would be able to use them in a while. Sigh … It seems like you do not believe me at all, but it doesn't matter. As a person, I don't like to talk too much about evidence, and like to use facts to prove everything.
After saying that, Sikong Banyu took a step towards the door. York and the rest looked at Sikong Banyu's actions quietly, wanting to see what kind of tricks this Chinese young man was playing.
Two Steps... Three Steps... Four Steps... After walking for more than 20 steps, York and the rest didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Their eyes could not help but become mocking as Sikong Banyu turned into a joke. At the same time, they heaved a sigh of relief. They didn't do anything. After all, this Chinese youth was extremely mysterious and powerful. They didn't want to fight with him right now.
But once he walked out of the conference room, that was another story.
40 steps … Forty-One Step... Forty-two steps … They thought that Sikong Banyu would habitually reach out his hand to open the door and get ready to walk out, but when Sikong Banyu took 49 steps, he suddenly turned around and calmly looked at everyone. He took a step forward and slowly said, "Step 50."
When Sikong Banyu's 50th step landed and his body moved an imperceptible distance, York and the others all instantly changed. First, their faces turned red, as if they were suddenly engorged with blood, and at the same time, their hearts were fiercely pulled out, as if someone had scratched their hearts with a knife.
"Ah …" What was going on? What the hell are you doing to us? I'm in so much pain... "So painful …" The five men, including the captain with injured hands, fell to the ground immediately. They were in so much pain that their heads were pounding against the wall. They wished that someone could give them a knife or a bullet to end their own lives.
"Ah …" What was going on? Damn Chinese, what did you do to us? What demonic technique did you use? " York asked while gritting his teeth. However, he seemed to be enduring the inhuman torture.
Sikong Banyu said lightly, "I said, you will follow me. It's just that you don't believe me, so I'll prove it to you. This is a method you don't understand." However, you can understand its function. This is called the Seven-Evening Technique, and anyone who is affected by it cannot be more than 49 steps away from their master. Otherwise, their entire body will be like a corpse that will be tortured to death and only need seven breaths of time. Oh... You don't know what 'seven breaths of time' means, which is about ten minutes. "
It doesn't matter. I can wait for you here for a few minutes, and as long as you don't get too close to me, the pain won't end. Also, count in these ten minutes.
Sikong Banyu pointed at the logistics supervisor.
"Then you." Sikong Banyu pointed at the supervisor again.
"And then you …" You... And you, and finally it will be Captain York's turn. In order to show respect, I'll let you live a few more seconds. I just said, China is a nation of etiquette, can you feel it now? Hehe … You don't have to thank me. Think about challenging me as soon as possible? Tsk tsk … "Actually, I really want to see how you all will torture yourself to death. I hope that you all won't choose to approach me."
After saying that, Sikong Banyu crossed his arms and looked at the five people who were in pain with a bit of interest. York and the other three men listened to Sikong Banyu. Although they felt that this weird thing was impossible to exist, but wasn't the pain that suddenly appeared on their body also weird? It was completely untraceable.
They could clearly remember that after this young man came in, besides attacking the captain, he hadn't made a single move. Just how did he do this? When did he attack him?
However, none of this was very important anymore. As time passed, the feeling of being stabbed in the heart became more and more intense. As time passed, the terrifying torture became more and more terrifying.
"Puff …" First of all, the person in charge of the weapons strike could not take it any longer and spat a mouthful of blood on the conference table. He didn't believe such nonsense at first, but the blood woke him up. It was the aura of death, approaching him step by step. This young man wasn't lying; he could feel the pain intensifying, and his body was rapidly weakening.
"No …" No... I don't want to die. I don't want to die. "I'll support you. I'll listen to you."