"Team Four has arrived in Longzhou City."
"Team Five has arrived in Longzhou City."
In the darkness of night, one martial artist squad after another set foot on Longzhou City's soil.
"This operation's target is—"
"Ping'an Hotel."
"Mission requirement: slaughter them all. Top target: Zhang Fusheng."
The captain lit a cigarette and flicked it lightly. A photograph of a frail-looking youth drifted down, landing on the ground before a foot ground it into the mud.
Someone sighed emotionally:
"Captain, this employer is really generous. Fifty million, plus a great medicinal herb. Four squads—that's two hundred million and four great medicinal herbs."
The captain grinned.
"Enough. Let's make this quick. It's been a long time since we came to a small city like this."
"Boss, the employer seems loaded. When the time comes, should we—"
"We're people of honor. Stop thinking about such crooked schemes all day! Besides, the employer issued this mission through the Western Sect's channels. If you want to die, go ahead yourself."
"Oh, then never mind."
Under the moonlight, clusters of figures silently entered the city, yet with unspoken coordination, none of them headed straight for Ping'an Hotel in District Four.
"Three, two, one."
BOOM!!
Four enormous fireballs erupted simultaneously throughout District Three. Buildings collapsed, thick smoke billowed, and screams and cries threw everything into chaos.
Nearly eighty percent of the Public Security Bureau officers across the city were dispatched to District Three at once.
"Close enough."
The captain coolly blew out a smoke ring.
Ping'an Hotel.
Constantly extending one's spiritual will consumed an immense amount of energy, but within just a few meters of the body, it was still bearable.
The instant the old man appeared, Zhang Fusheng had already noticed him.
But the problem was that this old bastard had truly appeared in an