You already court death

The morning mist had not yet dissipated outside the entrance to the Soul Hunting Forest.

Su Yun had already changed into a set of individual tactical combat gear dropped by Earth Command.

Though his physical age was still young, this top-tier industrial crystallization from Earth made him exude a chilling aura of killing intent.

A camouflage polymer stab-resistant suit tightly protected his torso, also helping him blend into the surrounding environment without being detected.

His tactical duty belt was loaded with various grenades and flashbangs.

The most eye-catching item was the black semi-automatic pistol holstered in the quick-draw rig on his right thigh, faintly exuding a smell of gunpowder.

He wore black tactical boots and that iconic pair of sunglasses on his nose.

The entire set of gear ensured ease of movement while arming him to the teeth.

Standing beside him, Tang San's gaze was fixed intently on Su Yun's thigh... the strange black tube on the outside, and the intricate metal accessories on his belt.

Tang San's pupils contracted sharply.

As a once-in-a-century genius of the Tang Sect's outer sect, he had an almost instinctive intuition for mechanical hidden weapons.

"Such precise construction..."

A storm raged in Tang San's heart.

"That black tube—though I can't see its internal structure, the smooth lines, the flawless assembly craftsmanship..."

"It might even rival the Godly Zhuge Crossbow! And that faint smell of sulfur... gunpowder?"

"Could this be a high-lethality mechanical hidden weapon propelled by gunpowder?"

Tang San had originally believed that Douluo Continent's mechanical manufacturing and forging techniques were far inferior to the Tang Sect's.

But looking at Su Yun's gear, his worldview was shaken.

"It seems I've been a frog at the bottom of a well. Brother Su actually possesses such advanced hidden weapon technology... This level of craftsmanship would be top-tier even in the Tang Sect. I never imagined Douluo Continent's hidden weapon industry was so developed!"

Tang San took a deep breath, a trace of awe flashing in his eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Su... that thing on your leg, it's a very powerful hidden weapon, right?"

"Hidden weapon?"

Su Yun glanced down at the Glock. Calling it powerful wasn't quite right—it was mainly just convenient for him to use.

The truly powerful main weapons were all hidden in the ring on his finger.

"Sort of. But we call it Truth. It cures all kinds of disobedience."

"Truth..."

Tang San savored the word, a flash of enlightened shock in his eyes.

The greatest truth is the simplest!

To name a hidden weapon after Truth—what kind of confidence and dominance was that?

It meant that in Brother Su's sect's view, the moment this kind of weapon fired, it became an irrefutable law of the world!

Tang San silently memorized the name, feeling even more reverence for the mysterious force behind Su Yun.

"We're here! Godfather! We're here!"

In the distance came hurried gasps and footsteps.

Four figures sprinted from the end of the road.

The leader, Red Hair, was drenched in sweat. The tight little suit he'd worn to look cool was soaked through, and his hairstyle had been blown into a bird's nest by the wind.

The four of them rushed up to Su Yun, and before they could even drop to their knees, they first bent over, hands on their knees, dry heaving.

"Huff... huff... Godfather, good morning!"

Red Hair panted while stubbornly straightening his tie.

Su Yun raised an eyebrow, somewhat displeased.

"You're ten minutes late for assembly. Your place isn't that far from here, is it?"

Red Hair wiped his sweat, flashed a mouthful of white teeth, gave a thumbs-up, and said proudly, "Report, Godfather! The four of us just did the math at the station—the carriage to the Soul Hunting Forest costs five Silver Soul Coins per person! That's twenty for four of us! Way too steep!"

"So we decisively decided to save that money! We ran straight through the night! And we got to train our stamina on the way! Showing Godfather our endurance!"

Su Yun: "..."

Tang San: "..."

For a few soul coins, they ran dozens of kilometers on foot?

Was this how these spirited young men's brains worked?

"Alright, your spirit is commendable. Next time, remember to bring your brains along too."

Su Yun waved his hand helplessly, pulled a few bottles of water from his pocket, and tossed them over. "Drink some water. Get ready."

While Red Hair and his group were tilting their heads back to drink water, Su Yun wasn't idle either.

Ever since he set out, warnings from the Earth Command Center had been streaming in without pause.

At this moment, high-altitude micro-drones were continuously feeding him real-time data.

[Warning: Target locked.]

[Stalking target detected, currently under persistent surveillance.]

[Current position: Six o'clock direction, behind the withered tree. Thermal imaging shows a humanoid heat source maintaining a crouched position, target locked for over twenty minutes.]

Su Yun had kept his composure the whole time, waiting for these meat-shield bodyguards to get into position.

Since the bodyguards had arrived, there was no need to personally catch the rat.

He rested one hand on the holster at his waist, his eyes behind the sunglasses narrowing slightly as he stared at the figure locked firmly within a red square on the lenses.

Pretty cool frame, right?

"Done drinking?"

Su Yun's voice suddenly cut through, unusually cold and hard:

"Then get to work. Red Hair, six o'clock direction. Go drag out the rat hiding behind that big tree."

"Huh?"

Red Hair, mid-sip, froze. "Someone's there?"

Su Yun looked toward the withered tree and said coldly, "You've been tailing us the whole way. How much longer are you going to hide? Do I really need to have my men drag you out?"

Silence fell behind the tree.

Though Red Hair's group seemed unreliable, they were at least Soul Grand Masters. The moment they heard someone was tailing them, they snapped into combat stance.

Flames flickered in their hands as they cursed and surrounded the area: "Which blind bastard dares to spy on our godfather? Get the hell out!"

Just as they were about to strike, the person behind the tree could no longer stay hidden.

"Wait! It's me!"

A somewhat disheveled figure stepped out from behind the tree.

It was Yu Xiaogang.

At this moment, the Grandmaster had lost all dignity. A few withered leaves clung to his clothes, and his cloth shoes were caked with mud.

Coupled with his heavy dark circles and sneaky behavior, he looked exactly like a perverted old man stalking a schoolboy.

Seeing this, Red Hair sneered in disgust: "Damn, old man, at your age and you're still playing stalker? That's just sick."

Tang San's reaction was completely different.

The moment he saw Yu Xiaogang, Tang San's pupils contracted sharply.

His left hand instinctively moved toward his sleeve, where a hidden crossbow loaded with poisoned bolts was concealed.

It's him.

The one who saw through the secret of my Twin Martial Souls.

A barely perceptible glint of cold light flickered in Tang San's eyes.

Article Three of the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record's General Principles: Once you confirm an opponent is an enemy, if they have a reason to die, show no mercy—otherwise, you'll only bring trouble upon yourself.

This man had been following him and knew his greatest secret.

This man already had a reason to die.