X-ray Eyes Little Wild Doctor-Chapter 130 - 125: I’ll Kill This Person for Free

"I’ve already wasted a lot of time in Jiang City. Time is money, and anyone who makes me lose out on money, I won’t let live. I hope you understand this principle,"

The words of the hungry tiger were neither salty nor bland, but they sent chills down one’s spine.

Upon hearing this, Wang Bingbing’s complexion turned pale as she hurriedly said, "Please rest assured, sir, after this meal, I will immediately take you to commit the murder."

She dared not delay any longer, for that could bring about fatal consequences.

"Very good," Mr. Hungry Tiger’s response was simple and clear.

"After killing Ye Tian, I would also like to earnestly request that you eliminate someone else for me. Rest assured, money is not an issue. I guarantee you will be satisfied," Wang Bingbing said timidly.

"Who do you want me to help you kill?"

Mr. Hungry Tiger’s face darkened a bit—killing an extra person would require rethinking the price.

"My cousin, Wang Qian," Wang Bingbing’s eyes flashed menacingly. Hatred surged in her heart at the mention of her cousin.

As a direct descendant of the Wang Family, Wang Bingbing felt nothing but hatred for this cousin, rather than any sort of affection.

"Wang Qian"? Mr. Hungry Tiger’s eyes glimmered with an unusual brightness. "His name contains the word ’money,’ which offends me. I will help you kill him—for free!"

He was a man of principle, usually killing for money alone. As long as the price was right, he’d kill anyone. However, sometimes his killings weren’t motivated by money, like this time.

Mr. Hungry Tiger was endless in his greed for money. All the wealth in the world should enter his pocket. To him, having the character for money in one’s name was an unforgivable offense. Such people stole the wealth he should claim, and if he encountered them, they were fair game for killing!

"Thank you for taking action, sir! As a modest woman, I will lead the toast to you! Please!" Wang Bingbing said joyfully, downing her drink in one gulp. She deliberately turned the cup upside down to show that not a single drop was left, signifying her sincerity.

At the same time, she felt secretly relieved that her own name was Bingbing. Otherwise, she didn’t know what her fate would have been.

Mr. Hungry Tiger nodded in satisfaction. Although this young lady was malicious, she was very respectful to him, which pleased him greatly.

Just then, the waiter brought over a cup of red wine. Wang Bingbing immediately explained that it was a ’79 Lafite stored in a private French wine cellar. Compared to the ’82 Lafite, this bottle was more mellow, and its rarity was such that there were very few left in the world.

"There are fewer than 30 bottles left worldwide, and I happen to have one cup here. Such fine wine is only fitting for Mr. Hungry Tiger to enjoy. Please," said Wang Bingbing with a calm smile.

Mr. Hungry Tiger was well-versed in wines and could tell at a glance that this one was extraordinary, certainly not something to compare with the common ’82 Lafite that was everywhere.

Even someone of Mr. Hungry Tiger’s stature couldn’t help but be tempted by such a fine vintage.

But, when the waiter brought out a silver cup, the joy in Mr. Hungry Tiger’s eyes instantly dimmed.

The neatly attired waiter placed the pure silver cup before Mr. Hungry Tiger, and his face immediately turned sour, his eyes filled with indescribable loathing.

Mr. Hungry Tiger said nothing superfluous; with just a slight exertion of his fingers, the pure silver cup was transformed into a flattened disk. He snorted coldly and tossed the lump of silver onto the floor, never touching the wine again.

Wang Bingbing was stunned. Silver cups were very hard, and unless you hammered at them fiercely, they wouldn’t be damaged in the slightest.

Yet there sat Mr. Hungry Tiger, effortlessly pinching the hard cup into a disk as if kneading a paper ball. It seemed utterly effortless.

Such strength was terrifying!

"Mr. Hungry Tiger, you truly are skilled! Your prowess is unmatched, unrivaled in the world!" Wang Bingbing’s eyes sparkled.

This wasn’t the first time she had witnessed Mr. Hungry Tiger’s terrifying abilities, yet she was still just as astounded. The shock in her heart was indescribable; if she could, she truly would have liked to take him as her master.

Mr. Hungry Tiger snorted coldly, feeling uneasy inside. "What’s so great about that?"

Wang Bingbing sensed his displeased tone and saw that he wasn’t touching the wine. It seemed he was angry, but why he would be upset when things were going well was something she couldn’t quite grasp. freёnovelkiss.com

"If there’s any way I haven’t been attentive, please instruct me, Mr. Hungry Tiger. I will certainly amend it," Wang Bingbing asked, lowering her stance.

Mr. Hungry Tiger glanced at her and then stared at the fine wine on the table, saying indifferently, "To drink such fine wine from a silver cup is no different than guzzling it like a cow! What a waste of heavenly treasures!"

His tone was full of reproach.

It seemed that he was indeed a connoisseur of wine.

Wang Bingbing was also taken aback. She had specifically prepared the silver cup to show grandeur, thinking it would impress, but instead, her attempt at flattery backfired horrendously.

"Then may I be so bold to ask, what kind of cup should be used for this wine?" she asked, her voice lower than ever before in her life.

"Fine wine should be served in a luminous cup on a moonlit night, the moment to drink hastened by the sound of a pipa." Mr. Hungry Tiger quoted from the classics. "Is that even a question? Of course, it ought to be drunk from a luminous cup."

Wang Bingbing was once again shaken; she truly hadn’t realized that Mr. Hungry Tiger was also a connoisseur of wine.

"Come here. You have half an hour; after half an hour, I want to see the luminous cup in front of me. If not, then prepare for a whipping," Wang Bingbing commanded on the spot.

Her subordinates rushed off to the jade shop.

The command of the Ice Snow Queen was not to be taken lightly, and before thirty minutes had passed, the luminous cup was placed before her. Mr. Hungry Tiger nodded in satisfaction. Only then did he pick up the cup and leisurely pour a drink, followed by a toast with Wang Bingbing.

After the tumultuous incident with the wine cup, the ensuing feast began to warm up.

During this time, Mr. Hungry Tiger spoke freely, explaining the curious tales of the Dark World to Wang Bingbing, a frog in the well. He spoke at length, inevitably touching upon the masters listed in the "Sky Ranking."

Speaking of the top ten masters in the Sky Ranking, the proud Mr. Hungry Tiger suddenly became solemn; he was the tenth on the list, the very bottom rung. When he spoke of those legendary beings, even though it was just their simple names, Mr. Hungry Tiger showed a look of fear.

You could hear Mr. Hungry Tiger say with all seriousness, "Speaking of the masters on the Sky Ranking, there is one person we cannot fail to mention."

"Who?"

Wang Bingbing asked in cooperation, her curiosity piqued. She wondered who this person could be that even Mr. Hungry Tiger would hold in such high regard.

Mr. Hungry Tiger immediately showed a respectful demeanor and pronounced, word by word, "The King of the Night!"

"Those who linger in the Dark World, there is no one who does not know of the King of the Night. He is a myth, a legend; someone people are reluctant to encounter, yet long to meet," said Mr. Hungry Tiger, his eyes blazing with intensity.

Wang Bingbing frowned at once, "Why would they not want to meet him, but at the same time wish to meet him? I don’t understand."

"Having never experienced the trials and tribulations of the Dark World, you naturally wouldn’t understand," Mr. Hungry Tiger explained. "The King of the Night is, indisputably, the strongest of them all. His strength is without question, and those who meet him never end well. It is best not to encounter him."

Having said this, Mr. Hungry Tiger drank from his cup and continued, "But why do they say they long to meet him? That’s because the King of the Night has become a legend. Who wouldn’t want to witness such a legendary figure for themselves?"

At this point, Wang Bingbing suddenly saw the light.

Without further questioning, she knew that being universally acknowledged as the Dark World’s strongest, the King of the Night must be formidable indeed. Mr. Hungry Tiger’s own strength was already so domineering, yet he was only ranked tenth on the Sky Ranking. With the King of the Night consistently holding first place, one didn’t need to ask to know his strength was terrifying.

Pride shone in Mr. Hungry Tiger’s eyes as he gently set down his cup, "Back in my early days, I was just an unknown assassin, but I was fortunate enough to have once caught a glimpse of the King of the Night."

Wang Bingbing’s eyes widened in astonishment, "You’ve seen the King of the Night!?"

"Hmm, yes, and there’s no need for me to hide it from you."

Speaking of the past, Mr. Hungry Tiger’s gaze became distant, as if reminiscing about his glory days. Back then, he was just a minor character, and the King of the Night was already a mythic entity.

It was a dreary autumn day, with thick clouds obscuring the sky, when the King of the Night stood proudly by the banks of the Yangtze River. He stood tall like an ancient pine, seemingly unbreakable by any force, and beneath his feet stretched an endless sea of fire, the flames raging fiercely, reaching up to the heavens.

Later, Mr. Hungry Tiger learned that it was in that very battle that the King of the Night defeated the King of Hell, burning him alive, and through this battle, he rose to fame as the world’s unparalleled number one!

"The light was too dim then, and he was facing away from me, so I didn’t see his face. Only his silhouette—and that silhouette, I will never forget!" Mr. Hungry Tiger spoke with yearning in his heart.

Wang Bingbing was no child of three; in Mr. Hungry Tiger’s eyes, she read a sense of admiration, worship, a deep reverence!

This was the awe of the strong for the stronger!

Wang Bingbing felt an aspiration stir within her.

Who exactly was this King of the Night, so powerful as to warrant such veneration from the domineering Mr. Hungry Tiger? If she ever had the chance, she wanted to see what kind of man he was.

But if she were to truly meet the King of the Night, would she even live to return?

Wang Bingbing couldn’t come up with an answer. Her heart in turmoil, she finally downed her glass in one gulp, choosing to tuck the legendary man away in her heart.

At the dining table, Mr. Hungry Tiger wasn’t as cold as usual but rather quite talkative. Perhaps, having gone through so much bloodshed and filth, he too needed someone to confide in.

During the meal, Mr. Hungry Tiger talked a lot, mainly about the legends from the Dark World, with most of them about the King of the Night.

After three rounds of drinks, Wang Bingbing brought up the main topic again, mentioning her cousin Wang Qian.

"After Sir kills Ye Tian, you must do me a favor. Teach that detestable cousin of mine a good lesson!" Wang Bingbing’s eyes shone with a fierce light, "This time, I want you to kill him for me!"

Whenever Wang Bingbing spoke of that cousin, her delicate face would become unexpectedly sinister.

The hatred bred from the bright and dark struggles within a powerful family is often more intense than the enmity from an ordinary foe.

However, such petty squabbles of intrafamilial struggles bored Mr. Hungry Tiger, who didn’t care to get involved. But since the name Wang Qian offended his taboo, he was more than willing to kill him.