At that moment, Hailey Zhou's expression changed dramatically. In her view, facing a barrage from hundreds of guns, not only would Ian Song and his two companions be shot to pieces, but she and her own subordinates would probably be gunned down as well. Clearly, Jason Gao was using this as an excuse to get rid of her.
This guy is truly despicable and cunning!
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but take two steps forward, glaring at Jason Gao and demanding, "Jason Gao, what is the meaning of this? Are you planning to kill me too?"
"Heh heh!"
Jason Gao gave a sinister smile and pointed at Ian Song, saying, "Hailey, this guy is a murderer. Since you're standing with him, everyone will naturally see you as part of his group. Of course, I personally trust you wouldn't betray Haigang, but my brothers might not be so sure. So, as long as you kill this kid, everyone will believe you. Otherwise, don't blame me for rooting out traitors for the sake of our Haigang Base."
Hearing Jason Gao’s words, Hailey Zhou’s face turned completely dark. She was caught in a dilemma—there was no way she could kill Ian Song, given that his strength was far too deep and mysterious.
But if she refused, Jason Gao would definitely seize the opportunity to kill her and her loyal brothers.
"What should I do?"
Just then, Ian Song handed Jewel to Lillian Liu, then stepped forward to face Jason Gao and said, "Jason Gao, do you really think you control our lives and deaths?"
"Isn't that obvious?" Jason Gao sneered.
"Actually, that's not true at all!" Ian Song smiled and shook his head.
Just then—
"Whoosh!"
Ian Song suddenly vanished from where he stood. Before anyone could react, he was already standing in front of Jason Gao, smiling as he said, "I say, your life and death are in my hands. Do you believe it?"
Jason Gao's eyes suddenly narrowed. He was, after all, a mid-stage Force-Refining martial artist—once you reach Force-Refining, you're already a top expert among martial artists.
But what he couldn't believe was that he hadn't even seen how Ian Song crossed the seven or eight meters between them.
That kind of speed was probably already beyond the limit of the naked eye. Thinking about it, he was utterly shocked.
If the opponent's skills were as fast as his movement, at such close range, he could really kill him with a wave of his hand. For a moment, cold sweat broke out on his back.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, a shrill scream came from the crowd behind Jason Gao—it was one of his men, who had quietly turned his gun, trying to aim at Ian Song for a sneak attack.
But just as he made the slightest move, a flash of silver pierced through the back of his hand and came out through his palm.
"I advise you all not to act rashly. This time I shot a hand—next time, it'll be a head!" Ian Song glanced coolly at the man clutching his wounded hand, his tone full of threat.
Seeing this, Jason Gao broke out in even colder sweat. Ian Song was standing right in front of him, and in that instant, all Jason saw was Ian's hand move slightly, followed by a flash of silver—and his subordinate's palm was instantly pierced.
Just this hidden-weapon technique alone was enough to kill him in a split second.
So, even with hundreds of armed men, Jason Gao couldn't help but feel extremely uneasy.
Thinking about it, he realized survival was the priority. As for dignity—if he had to choose between life and pride, he'd pick life without a second thought.
After all, you can always win back your pride, but once you lose your life, it's gone for good.
With that thought, he forced a smile. "And how should I address you, sir?"
"Ian Song!"
Seeing the fake smile on Jason Gao's face, Ian Song knew his display had effectively intimidated him.
"So you're Mr. Song. I've already heard about what happened earlier—my men were out of line, and I admit I have a bit of a temper, which led to all this trouble!"
"So you mean to let it go? Not hold me responsible for killing your men?" Ian Song asked with a playful smile.
Jason Gao replied coldly, "Anyone who dares disrespect Mr. Song deserves what they get. So let's just let this matter pass." Then, his tone changed: "Besides, I like making friends—especially with skilled people like Mr. Song. Would you be willing to give me a chance?"
Ian Song chuckled, "So you really don't want to argue with me? In that case, let me settle our score. If I remember right, you cursed me several times just now, didn't you?"
"It was all a misunderstanding!" Jason Gao quickly explained.
Ian Song curled his lip. "I don't think it was a misunderstanding. But I won't make it hard for you—just kneel down right here, kowtow three times, and slap yourself three times, and I'll forgive you."
"Kneel? Slap myself?"
Jason Gao's face suddenly darkened, and inside, he was furious. Whether before or after the apocalypse, he'd never knelt or kowtowed to anyone.
"What, you don't want to?" Ian Song asked, staring at him.
Jason Gao forced down his anger and said, "Mr. Song, that's a bit much—I'm afraid I can't accept it. How about this: I'll give you five beauties and fifty guns as compensation. What do you think?"
"But all I want to see is you kneeling and slapping yourself!" Ian Song's lips curled in amusement.
Jason Gao finally lost it, his eyes bloodshot as he shouted, "Damn it! Don't push me too far! If it comes to it, I'll take you down with me!"
"Take me down with you? You're flattering yourself! Besides, do you really have the guts to go down with me?" Ian Song's eyes filled with mockery and disdain.
Hearing this, Jason Gao's face turned pale and then flushed, torn between hesitation and anger.
At last, he made up his mind and looked at Ian Song. "Fine, I agree!"
As he spoke, he pretended to kneel, but suddenly darted backward, disappearing into the crowd. Then his roar sounded: "Shoot! Shoot him dead!"
Ian Song stood perfectly still, not even blinking.
Several meters away, Zhou Haiyue's face changed as she thought, How could he be so careless and let Jason Gao escape!
She felt a pang of regret—someone with such skill was about to die in a hail of bullets.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
Five seconds passed, but not a single one of Jason Gao's men fired a shot.
"What's going on? Why hasn't anyone fired?" Jason Gao shouted in confusion. "Damn it, you idiots, I said shoot!"
Several more seconds passed, but still, none of Jason Gao's men fired. Only then did he notice their eyes had gone blank, as if dazed.
"What... what on earth is happening?"
Just then, Ian Song's voice rang out: "If you'd knelt and slapped yourself, I'd have spared your life. But now, I sentence you to death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ian Song reached out—and Jason Gao, hiding in the crowd, was pulled forward as if by an invisible force, crashing through the people until his neck landed in Ian Song's grip.
"Is this telekinesis?"
Seeing this, Zhou Haiyue was stunned. So the legendary telekinesis was real after all.