Shadow Nightmare

"An inch of time is an inch of gold."

After finishing his stretches, Fu Qian looked at Tan Mingxue with a smile.

"But don't worry, you'll be freed from this boring task soon."

Tan Mingxue's response was simple: her hair twitched, and countless fine strands shot out, converging on Fu Qian as the center.

The same trick wouldn't work on a Saint.

Fu Qian took another deep breath and raised his right foot.

BOOM!

His foot slammed onto the ground with explosive force, sending shockwaves outward that dispersed the strands in the air.

Tan Mingxue's ultimate move wasn't that simple, of course. The strands fluttered and recoiled, but only for a moment before gathering again.

One breath was enough.

An ear-piercing tearing sound echoed as Fu Qian ripped the tabletop off a nearby dining table.

Almost everything in the safe house was made of special metal, and this tabletop was exaggeratedly solid metal, heavy in his hand.

Seeing this, Tan Mingxue's poker face finally showed a flicker of emotion.

It was too late to regret it now.

Fu Qian didn't give her a chance to make a face, lifting the heavy tabletop to his chest.

He turned and swung.

The next moment, the tabletop transformed into a flying shield, hurtling towards Tan Mingxue's head with unstoppable momentum.

Simultaneously, Fu Qian spread his left hand's fingers and silently fired five Air Bullets.

Tan Mingxue's "Three Thousand Feet of White Hair" instinctively retracted, forming a mass in front of her to block the tabletop, which seemed capable of shattering anything.

Debris flew everywhere, and the tearing sound continued.

The strands were incredibly sharp. The seemingly indestructible metal tabletop instantly shattered into pieces, which were then cut into fragments.

Sharp, but to no avail.

Fu Qian was right. Even though they were shattered, each fragment of metal still followed its original trajectory, resolutely heading towards Tan Mingxue's head.

In fact, being broken apart had turned them into a shotgun blast.

Tan Mingxue clearly knew this. While her strands blocked the flying shield, she moved several meters sideways in an extremely awkward posture, narrowly dodging the barrage of sharp fragments.

The metal shards slammed into the wall behind her, leaving a honeycomb-like crater.

However, the next moment, Tan Mingxue, who had avoided a headshot, widened her eyes in shock. Her almost unbalanced body shifted again.

Even so, an invisible bullet struck her waist, drawing blood.

"Not bad! You didn't fall."

"As expected of the Night Watcher squad leader. This is much stronger than that Mr. Ji."

Gasp! Gasp!

Breathing heavily, Tan Mingxue clutched her waist wound, her expression extremely grim.

When she received the report earlier, she had heard a general description, but she hadn't expected this guy to be so much more terrifying than imagined.

What kind of monster had appeared out of nowhere?

"A sneak attack, despicable and shameless!"

"Someone who uses this as a weapon doesn't have the right to say that."

Fu Qian pointed at her hair.

"Ready?"

"Ready for what?"

Tan Mingxue had no interest in talking to him, but she definitely wouldn't refuse a moment to tend to her wound.

"Your last words."

Fu Qian slowly uttered the two words, his eyes not on her, but on Wen Li in the corner.

The latter was looking back, her mouth agape, seemingly unable to accept what was happening.

When their eyes met, Wen Li flinched as if electrocuted and immediately turned her head back, closing her eyes tightly, focusing on her breathing.

"Who exactly are you?"

Tan Mingxue uttered a classic line at this point.

"A reclusive master."

Fu Qian replied as he picked up an ashtray from the ground.

It had fallen from the table earlier.

"Hold on, I'll save her first."

Just then, a dark shadow flashed overhead, and someone actually jumped down.

In his thirties, wearing a black shirt and gold-rimmed glasses.

"Qi Xue!"

Seeing the newcomer, Tan Mingxue instantly regained her strength, her voice gaining momentum.

The ferocity and power displayed by her opponent just now had almost made her lose confidence.

Seeing Qi Xue lunging towards Wen Li, although she felt it was unnecessary, she gritted her teeth and mobilized all her transparent fine threads again to attack Fu Qian.

Clang!

With a loud noise, Qi Xue's figure stopped abruptly, several meters away from Wen Li.

On the wall in front of him, a deep indentation was made by the ashtray Fu Qian had thrown.

"You'd better stay away from there."

Fu Qian dodged Tan Mingxue's attack as if strolling through a garden. He walked up to the man in front of him, holding two table legs he had just pulled out.

He turned to look at Wen Li, who was almost getting up.

"Do you really think he's here to save you?"

"What do you mean?"

Wen Li had been overjoyed to see new reinforcements arrive, almost trembling as she tried to stand up.

But Fu Qian's words now made her confused again.

Fu Qian didn't speak. He pointed to her head.

This is...

Realizing her panic, Wen Li took a deep breath to calm herself.

The next moment, she took a sudden step back, looking at Qi Xue, who was not far away, with horror.

"You're not... who are you!"

"I'm not."

Qi Xue suddenly showed a ferocious smile. The features on his face rapidly melted and distorted, transforming into another man's face in an instant.

Ignoring Wen Li, he turned to look at Fu Qian.

"I'm a little curious, how did you know?"

"Do I need to ask? This is the person who took the job to kill you."

Fu Qian replied to the stunned Wen Li beside him.

"You're really popular. Both those who want to kill you and those who want to save you are rushing in."

"As for how I knew?"

Fu Qian turned to look at the imposter Qi Xue again.

"You guess, hehehe."

Of course, Fu Qian wouldn't tell him that he recognized him because he had killed him once before and had already memorized his aura.

That's right, this guy was the one who manipulated Wen Xiuxian last time.

"My disguise is absolutely flawless."

The man gritted his teeth.

"It is indeed very similar. Look at that brainless person over there; she didn't see through it at all."

Fu Qian pointed at Tan Mingxue, whose face instantly turned red.

"What should I call you?"

After mocking Tan Mingxue, Fu Qian turned his attention back to the assassin.

"If you want to keep it a secret out of professional courtesy, that's fine. Your characteristics are quite obvious. After I take you down, I can find out easily."

This guy had caused him to fail the mission of breaking Wen Li's heart last time, so he definitely wasn't leaving today.

"Shadow Nightmare, indeed, taking money to do things."

The man looked at Fu Qian and smiled.

"You're very strong. I'm not confident I can beat you, but if you really want to kill me, I advise you not to be impulsive."

Riiip.

He tore open the clothes on his upper body.