Comic: Restarting the Dead
13The Furious Jing Haoyong

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Looking in the direction of the voice, he saw a handsome young man with light gray mid-length hair in a casual suit staring at him angrily. His amber eyes were filled with unforgettable hatred. He grabbed the door so tightly that the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

Looking at this familiar face, Dong Zhuo instantly recalled the identity of the man in front of him.

He was also Dong Zhuo's classmate. However, this guy could at most be considered as a big extra. Although he was very powerful in the early stages, he died very miserably. In the first episode, he became a zombie, and then his head was blown off by the main character.

"Oh, I was wondering who it was. So it's Jing Hao. Why are you here?" Dong Zhuo frowned as he walked towards the door and asked absentmindedly.

All along, his relationship with Jing Haoyong hadn't been very good. However, there wasn't much hatred between the two of them. At most, they were just ordinary classmates. Moreover, Dong Zhuo still had some sympathy for this cameo who had died at the beginning.

Seeing Dong Zhuo's calm expression, Jing Haoyong punched the door in anger.

Clang!

After a loud bang, Jing Haoyong said angrily,""Let me ask you. Did you threaten Li?"

Dong Zhuo stopped in his tracks. He looked confused and asked,"What do you mean I threatened Li? What are you talking about?"

"Stop pretending. If you didn't threaten Li, why did Li break up with me after agreeing to be my girlfriend in the afternoon and even said that she was with you? You're definitely the one who threatened her. You despicable and shameless bastard, open the door for me. I'll teach you a lesson!”Jing Haoyong's expression was distorted by anger.

Dong Zhuo, who had originally sympathized with this guy, instantly turned cold when he heard this. He sneered,"Teach me a lesson? You? That's right! Oh right!" Dong Zhuo made an expression of realization and said,"I remember that you're a karate expert. Then let me see what gave you the courage to say such words!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the long saber in Dong Zhuo's hand flashed. The lock was instantly cut off from the bottom. This Upward Chop also had a different name in the Flying Dragon Riding Stream, it was called Headwind!

Jing Haoyong, who was originally aggressive, did not expect Dong Zhuo's saber technique to be so shocking. He even felt his vision blur before the door lock was cut off.

Jing Haoyong felt a little guilty at the thought of fighting such an expert, even if it was because of his hatred for stealing his wife.

After all, he had a deep relationship with Takeshi Rei. Jing Haoyong instantly threw this trace of timidity to the back of his mind. He pushed open the door and quickly walked in front of Dong Zhuo. He clenched his right fist and roared as he threw a punch.

Jing Haoyong's seemingly awe-inspiring move seemed to be moving in slow motion in Dong Zhuo's eyes.

Even Dong Zhuo believed that the time from the moment Jing Haoyong punched to the moment he hit him was less than a second, it was enough for him to cut Jing Haoyong into eight pieces!

Dong Zhuo's feet moved. As he dodged Jing Haoyong's fist, the saber in his hand turned into countless streams of light.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

A series of saber lights flashed past. Jing Haoyong's eyes widened and his pupils constricted. He could not see the saber at all. There was only a dazzling saber light flashing in front of his eyes, like a blooming orchid. The cold feeling of the blade brushing against his skin made his hair stand on end.

In an instant, the two of them passed by each other.

Jing Haoyong's body was still in a punching posture, but his four limbs were trembling. The clothes he was wearing could no longer be called clothes. They were completely like beggar clothes that had been cut into strips of cloth of different width and hung on his body. The wind blew past and felt chilly.

Under every torn piece of clothing, thin lines of red light spread out from his skin. The faint smell of blood spread out from Jing Haoyong's body with the wind.

From this, one could see Dong Zhuo's exquisite grasp of strength. He slashed out more than ten times in an instant. While cutting open his clothes, he only managed to cut through Jing Haoyong's skin, but he did not cause much damage to Jing Haoyong at all. Such a light wound could heal in an instant.

The faint pain in his body was like a bucket of cold water that was instantly poured on Jing Haoyong, who was blinded by anger. It made him finally understand the gap between him and Dong Zhuo.

Although he was burning with rage, Jing Haoyong was not stupid. He knew very well that he was no match for Dong Zhuo. He was terrified of Dong Zhuo's saber technique, which could instantly cut his clothes into shreds.

Jing Haoyong naturally knew that Dong Zhuo had already shown mercy. However, he felt that Dong Zhuo was humiliating him. He had snatched away the girl he liked and even made himself look so pathetic. What was this undying humiliation?

Jing Haoyong's eyes turned red with anger. He panted heavily like an old bull and glared at Dong Zhuo with his red eyes. It was as if fire was about to spew out of his eyes.

Dong Zhuo's eyes were emotionless. He had indeed made a decision in his heart. Hmph, just a minor character. How dare you glare at me like that? After the apocalypse, the first person I want to kill will be you!

Killing intent towards Jing Haoyong rose in his heart, but Dong Zhuo stood there without moving an inch. The long saber was also sheathed the moment the two of them passed each other.

Jing Haoyong really did not have the courage to face Dong Zhuo's terrifying saber technique, and Dong Zhuo also did not want to make a big deal out of it. He needed time to continue honing his saber technique and increase his chances of survival in the apocalypse. The two of them fell into a strange silence.

The two of them just stared at each other without saying a word or moving.

"Dong Zhuo, don't hurt Yong!" An exclamation came from outside the door, finally breaking the stalemate. Takeshi Ri, who was wearing a short skirt, ran over, panting.

After arriving at Dong Zhuo's courtyard, he ran straight to Jing Haoyong and sized up Jing Haoyong's body, which was wrapped in ragged clothes.

When he realized that Jing Haoyong only looked a little miserable, he did not suffer much damage other than a few minor injuries. Takeshi Ryu heaved a sigh of relief. She turned around and spread her arms to protect Jing Haoyong behind her. She said to Dong Zhuo,"Dong Zhuo. Please let Yong go!"

Hearing this, Dong Zhuo placed the long saber in his hand on the ground. A trace of anger flashed in the depths of his eyes as he sneered,"Give me a reason!"

Takeshi was speechless. After a long time, she seemed to have figured something out. She sighed in self-pity and said to Dong Zhuo,"I'm your woman now. Can't you agree to this request of mine?”

" Hahaha..." Dong Zhuo laughed and nodded in satisfaction,""Very well. I hope you remember what you said. Never forget!"

"Li!" Jing Haoyong's expression was dull. He simply could not believe what he had just heard.

"Jing Hao, since Li is pleading for you, I'll let you off this time. Get out of my house immediately! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!" Dong Zhuo's expression changed and his eyes turned cold."This time, I won't show mercy. It won't be as simple as cutting clothes!”

The feeling of humiliation made Jing Haoyong lower his head deeply. His eyes flickered with anger that was almost burning.

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