Chapter 1196
World Consciousness: You can't faint! You must continue to suffer!
They never expected that something like this would happen.
This is just too outrageous!
Some people subconsciously looked away, but their lips twitched uncontrollably—although it was very wrong, seeing Rokubun Gigendo like this, they actually felt a strange sense of relief.
After all, this madman had gone too far just now.
Rokubungi Gendo collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing uncontrollably. His forehead was covered in cold sweat, his face turning from red to white, then from white to blue. He kept whimpering in pain, unable to utter a single complete sentence.
He's like the chickens in his yard have gained intelligence and are now feeding the sheep in his yard.
It was absurd, yet excruciatingly painful.
He couldn't understand how he had managed to puncture the wrong spot while he had only struggled a little.
This is worse than killing him!
Cui Ming glanced at him, his tone still indifferent: "Behave yourself, or next time, it won't be as simple as sticking your finger in the wrong place."
After saying that, he took out a new tranquilizer from his pocket. This time, his eyes were more wary, lest the madman make any more moves.
The staff quickly came to their senses and pressed down on Rokufen Gigendo tightly, not daring to spare even his fingers.
This time, Rokubungigendo no longer had the strength to struggle.
The excruciating pain made his body go limp, and he could only let them hold him down. The madness in his eyes was completely replaced by pain, leaving only deep despair.
Rokubungi Gendo could sense
自己
Current situation.
The icy, stinging pain didn't dissipate; instead, it burned wildly along that spot like a flame that had been doused with oil.
Numbness, wrapped in excruciating pain, slowly eroded his senses, even causing his fingertips to curl uncontrollably.
He opened his mouth, but couldn't let out a complete roar; only broken sobs remained, his throat so dry it felt like it was about to burst into flames.
Cold sweat trickled down his forehead, splashing onto the dusty ground and leaving small damp patches.
He's like the chickens in his yard have gained intelligence and are now feeding the sheep in his yard.
It was absurd and laughable, yet excruciatingly painful.
He couldn't understand how his subconscious struggle had led to such an outcome.
That was a hundred times more humiliating than being mocked by Choi Ming or losing the news of Yui Ikari.
Yourself!
The chickens at Liufenyiyuantang fed the sheep!
The thought swirled repeatedly in his confused mind like a curse.
He hated Cui Ming, hated the damn tranquilizer, and hated his own loss of control and embarrassment even more.
But all his strength was drained by the excruciating pain, and he could only lie on the ground, letting his body convulse uncontrollably.
The crimson in his eyes faded, leaving only a deathly despair; he couldn't even muster the thought of struggling.
He could feel the staff's gazes on him, filled with panic, astonishment, and even a hint of barely perceptible mockery.
Those gazes were like needles piercing his face, more unbearable than the excruciating pain in his body.
He wanted to curl up and find a crack in the ground to crawl into, but he didn't even have the strength to move.
He could only let that absurdity and excruciating pain completely overwhelm him.
Cui Ming looked at the current Six-Part Yiyuan Hall
Seeing him lying on the ground, convulsing, and constantly whimpering.
Cui Ming frowned, his impatience deepening.
I thought about it.
Talking to this madman any longer will just go on forever.
Instead of wasting time, it's better to solve the problem once and for all.
He slowly raised his hand and then raised his fist.
His fists were clenched so tightly they cracked, his knuckles turned white, and they exuded a chilling aura.
Rokubun Gigendo barely managed to lift his heavy eyelids, his blurry vision falling on Choi Myung's fist.
Humiliation, pain, and resentment all rushed into my mind at once.
"How long are you going to humiliate me?" His voice was hoarse and broken, carrying a weak accusation.
Every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, mixed with painful sobs.
Sextant looked at Cui Ming.
His eyes were bloodshot, filled with hatred, resentment, and a barely perceptible fear.
He knew that Cui Ming was never a soft-hearted person.
"I think this will help you calm down."
Cui Ming's tone remained indifferent, without the slightest ripple, as if he were stating a trivial matter.
No sooner had he finished speaking than his fist slammed down with a whooshing sound.
boom!!!!
A dull, loud bang rang out, particularly jarring in the empty space.
Cui Ming threw a punch.
It landed squarely on Liufen Yiyuantang's forehead.
The force was so great that Rokubun Gigendo's head snapped back and slammed into the ground with another dull thud.
Rokufen Gigen-do. Completely dizzy.
His eyes rolled back instantly, his body twitched twice, and then he became completely still.
A trickle of bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, sliding down his cheek and staining his dusty face, making him look even more disheveled.
He's practically a vegetable now.
Cui Ming's punch was extremely powerful, almost shattering his skull and injuring his brain.
If it were an ordinary person, they would have lost their life long ago.
However, he was kept in suspense by the world's consciousness; he couldn't afford to faint!
The world consciousness muttered to itself in the shadows: This bastard has committed so many evils, how could he just faint like that?
How am I going to torture that bastard Sextant now?
We've finally found someone who deserves to be taught a lesson; we can't let him get away with it so easily.
Cui Ming withdrew his fist, glanced at the motionless Liufen Yiyuan Hall, and showed no emotion in his eyes.
It's quiet now, finally some peace and quiet.
The staff members standing nearby were already frozen in fear, not daring to even breathe.
Looking at Cui Ming's indifferent profile, and then at the unconscious Liu Fen Yi Yuan Tang on the ground, all that remained in his heart was lingering fear.
This person really dares to do it.
After the sextant was taken away.
The staff members carried the stretcher with trepidation and carefully carried away the unconscious Liufenyiyuantang.
Fearing that making a big move would displease Cui Ming, who was standing nearby, and also afraid of disturbing this "lucky" madman.
Cui Ming stood still, his gaze sweeping lightly over the direction the stretcher had gone before he looked away.
He turned his head slightly and shook his head at Misato and the others who were walking quickly towards him, signaling them not to come closer.
I was quite dirty.
Having just confronted the giant ant monster and then punched Sextant, he was covered in dust, blood, and other indescribable filth.
He instinctively took a half step back, not wanting to get the filth on them.
However, no one disliked it.
Misato was the first to stop, her eyes showing no disgust, only concern, and she gently waved her hand.
Ritsuko and Naoko nodded, their eyes full of understanding, without the slightest hint of evasion.
Zeppelin stood to the side, a faint smile playing on his lips, indicating that he shouldn't worry.
Yui Ikari took a small step forward, her eyes gentle, wanting only to get closer to him.
"Alright, I'm going back to take a shower first. As for these clothes..." (End of Chapter)