Chapter 2150 - Choose a Way to Die!

Chapter 2150: Choose a Way to Die!

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

“It’s too late for you to run now!” a hoarse mocking voice called out from the room behind them.

Mo Fan turned around and saw the tattooed man standing in the yard, along with his lackey with a black bandana and the blond-haired brothers.

The four were standing in the yard with evil expressions. They obviously had not planned to stay here peacefully from the start.

“How righteous of you all, let me see… you crawled all the way back here from Saifu Street, that’s around a kilometer or two. Are you really that impressive? Or did I go too easy on you?” the man with a black bandana sneered.

“Run, they… they are from the Guild of the Wicked!” Harper gasped.

Mo Fan looked at the blood-covered Harper and the four members with evil smiles. He immediately realized what was going on.

“You idiot, you should go treat your wounds first. Why did you come here instead? So what if they are from the Guild of the Wicked. We told you that we are very powerful Mages. Not many people in this world can kill us!” Zhao Manyan swore angrily.

Harper was still bleeding. He could no longer move his eyes.

In the end, he finally reached his limit, and could no longer support himself. They slowly lowered him to the ground.

“Do a clean job next time, you almost let him live, you idiot,” the tattooed man scolded.

“Got it. What should we do with these three?” the tattooed man asked.

The tattooed man stepped forward and looked at Mo Fan with the same smile he had in the afternoon. “Your salad tasted really good. With that in mind, I’ve chosen a more comfortable way of dying for you. For example, the three of you drowned in an accident when the tide rose at night during a trip.”

“Trust me, it’s the wisest decision. People in our field know how much difference different ways of dying have!”

Mo Fan did not look at them. His eyes were fixed on Harper.

A dagger was stuck in Harper’s chest. It looked like a normal stab, but it made him bleed out non-stop. The man with a black bandana was clearly the one who had put it there.

What a pity, if only Mo Fan had made it back a little earlier, he could have eavesdropped on their whole conversation and found out they were planning to kill Harper tonight. He could have saved Harper’s life!

Life was too unpredictable. To Mo Fan’s surprise, Harper had still crawled all the way back here to warn them!

He knew he was going to die. He knew he was going to where his murderers were. Mo Fan could imagine how tough the journey here was.

“You could have run away on your own, seriously,” Mo Fan told the already-dead Harper quietly.

What a pity. If Harper had known how strong they were, or had he truly believed that they were indeed here to kill Tyrant Titans and were some of the strongest Mages in the world, he would not have had to suffer so much.

The clumsy stab had turned out to be deadly. Normally, a victim could only lie on the floor until they bled to death, but Harper had a strong desire to live. If he had climbed to the city, he might have survived.

However, he chose a deserted road and climbed such a great distance. They were only strangers coming together by chance. They had never thought he was a noble person. Why didn’t he focus on saving himself after he was stabbed?

“If only he could lived a little longer. He might not have made it, but at least he knows we are going to be fine,” Mu Bai said softly.

Harper gave his everything, including his life, to make sure they escaped. However, he saw the four crooks of the Guild of the Wicked when he was gasping his last breath. He must have thought Mu Bai, Zhao Manyan, and Mu Bai were going to end up like him. If he could have lived a little longer, he could have died in peace.

“Make your choice. Don’t waste our precious time!” the tattooed man sneered at them.

“I have two things to tell you.” Mo Fan rose to his feet and faced the tattooed man.

“I’m interested,” he answered confidently.

“The three plates of fruits and salad you ate, I actually used the maggots from the stables as their sauce. They must have tasted very unique. I’ve told you my secret recipe, but unfortunately, you won’t have a chance to try it again,” Mo Fan said.

The smile on the tattooed man’s face froze. He turned around and looked at the stable not far away. There were indeed a few white maggots crawling on the pile of horse dung. His face began to twitch uncontrollably.

“It seems like you can no longer choose how you are going to die. Tell me about the second thing,” the tattooed man swore.

“As for the second thing, I will let you choose how to die. I can’t be bothered asking you why you wanted Harper dead. I just want to see you die now,” Mo Fan declared.

Asking the enemy to choose how they were going to die was only something one would say when they completely outmatched an enemy.

A few Asians who were working at an inn dared to ask them to choose how they were going to die? Did they really think Advanced Mages and Super Mages were everywhere?

“Kid, do you know who we are?” the tattooed man said.

“The Guild of the Wicked,” Mo Fan nodded.

“We are the Black Ornaments of the Guild of the Wicked! We aren’t your usual pirates, thugs, or human traffickers. I can sense some magic from you. You might have learned a few Basic Spells to light fires, cook dishes, or build walls. Those aren’t real magic…” Something exploded beside the tattooed man as he was speaking.

A thick sauce, like a salad dressing, splattered all over him when he was in the middle of his sentence, but it was bright red.

The smell of blood was so strong that he had an urge to throw up. He turned around in disbelief.

The lackey with a black bandana standing right beside him had exploded!

His ribs, arms, and head had been blasted to pieces. Only his legs remained, but they were covered in blood too!

He’s dead?

Did he die, just like that?