Rainy Night, Blood, Assassin

Liu Dezhu looked at the three bags of blood in the refrigerator, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

He held the three bags of blood in his hands and was shocked to find that they all had the words "Voluntary Blood Donation Site" written on them. Without even thinking, he knew that his parents must have done the same thing as him, donating blood and then lying that they didn't want to donate anymore, and then snatching the blood bags away.

Liu Dezhu had learned that ordinary people simply cannot buy blood unless they are sick or injured. Whether it is a hospital blood bank or a city blood station, the blood bags they store are strategic materials, and their entry and exit are strictly controlled.

Therefore, it can only be the parents' blood.

There are irresponsible parents in this world, like Qing Guozhong.

But such parents are really rare.

Most parents' love for their children is expressed in a silent yet poignant way.

Parents may scrimp and save to send their children to better kindergartens.

To provide better learning conditions for their children, they might eat pickled vegetables and drink porridge themselves.

They might even sell their current home and rent a place to make a down payment for their child's wedding home.

This kind of love, though it may be distant and heavy, could even suffocate a child.

But that's all the ways parents can think of and do.

In fact, Liu Youcai still can't understand what the Time Walker is all about.

The question he often asked his colleagues was, "If Time Walker were to travel between the two worlds, would their own children age faster than they did?"

Wouldn't it be too dangerous for my own child to be in the Inner World?

He doesn't care whether Liu Dezhu has become very powerful, but he will try to understand everything related to Liu Dezhu.

Then, in his own way, he understood and supported Liu Dezhu.

Just like the two bags of blood in this refrigerator.

Liu Dezhu noticed a yellow sticky note on the back of one of the blood bags. "Son, drink it without worry. Your parents will buy more when you're done."

Liu Dezhu felt a lump in his throat. There was no way he could buy this stuff. His parents were both working-class people; how could they possibly know anyone who managed the blood bank?

But as touching as it may be, problems arise afterward...

Which bag is mine?!

Moreover, he had to make it clear to his parents that he was really not a vampire and did not need to drink blood!

According to his estimate, based on the amount of chat between the boss and the Demon Stamp holder, as long as it is stored properly, his 300cc should be enough for a month.

What he feared was having to cut open his wound every day, not the amount of bleeding.

Just then, Liu Dezhu's communicator vibrated. He went back inside and saw a message from his boss. "What happened? How did you know someone wanted to kill you?"

Liu Dezhu replied, "Today I went to the blood donation center to buy blood. On the way, I felt a couple watching me. Later, when I got into the blood donation van, I saw them slowly approaching with their hands in their pockets in the reflection of the glass, like assassins in movies preparing to draw their guns. I was quite flustered at the time and ran away before I could see their faces clearly."

Qing Chen frowned. Putting everything else aside, he thought, "Go to the blood donation center... to buy blood?"

What kind of operation is this?!

However, on the other hand, Liu Dezhu has indeed made great progress compared to before.

Liu Dezhu asked, "Boss, do you know who wants to kill me?"

Qing Chen thought for a moment and said, "I have received news that Wang Yun's family is planning to seek revenge on you."

"Then what should I do?"

"Stay home An Xin," Qing Chen replied. "With Kunlun protecting you, staying home and not wandering around is the safest thing to do."

Countdown.

6 p. m.

Jiang Xue was busy in Qing Chen's kitchen. Because it was the weekend, she prepared an especially lavish meal.

Li Tongyun's maternal grandparents' car arrives in Luocheng at 8 pm tonight. Jiang Xue might not have time to visit Qing Chen for several days afterward, so she decided to help him clean his house thoroughly.

Knock, knock, knock—the sound of knocking came from the door.

Li Tongyun wanted to open the door, but Qing Chen stopped her. "Don't rush to open the door in the future. It's dangerous outside now, and you don't know who's standing outside."

Li Tongyun nodded obediently. "Okay, I understand!"

After saying that, Qing Chen opened the door and was surprised to find Yang Yang standing outside.

The girl held up a letter. "Another one."

Qing Chen was stunned. He was a little curious. Did the holder of the Demon Stamp really want to poach his partner?

He thought to himself, "If the owner finds out later that the other party dug up 'Qing Chen' right in front of Qing Chen, won't he be in big trouble?"

"Did you read the contents of the letter?" Qing Chen asked Yang Yang.

However, the girl seemed not to hear him, staring intently at the food Jiang Xue had just brought to the table.

Braised pork ribs, shredded pork with green peppers, Mapo tofu, steamed sea bass, and hot and sour egg drop soup.

Qing Chen looked at the girl and asked, "Um, should I tell them to change the address?"

He had assumed that the holder wouldn't send any more letters since they hadn't received a response, so he hadn't thought about it anymore.

But now that the holder is harassing others, Qing Chen feels a little embarrassed.

However, Yang Yang remained as if she were deaf, showing no reaction whatsoever.

Qing Chen tentatively suggested, "Why don't you sit down and have something to eat?"

"Okay," Yang Yang said without hesitation, stepping inside and brushing past Qing Chen.

Qing Chen: "..."

So they were after his family's food!

But if you want to eat, just say so! Why are you pretending not to hear me?

Yang Yang didn't act like an outsider at all, and sat down next to Xiao Tongyun, picked up her chopsticks and started eating.

Xiao Tongyun looked up at her, about to say something, but found that the other person had already eaten several pieces of ribs. She quickly shut her mouth and picked up some food to prevent Yang Yang from eating all the ribs.

Jiang Xue gently took off her apron and smiled, "Don't rush, don't rush, I can make more if it's not enough."

"Thank you, it's delicious, that's enough," Yang Yang said, her mouth full.

Qing Chen sat opposite Yang Yang, propping his chin up, and asked, "When was this letter sent?"

"Three hours and twenty minutes ago," Yang Yang mumbled.

Qing Chen was stunned for a moment. The other party had given such a precise time, which meant that the other party had already discovered the letter as soon as it appeared.

The question is, why didn't the girl give him the letter then?

Wait a minute, this girl isn't deliberately waiting for mealtimes to deliver the message, is she?!

Qing Chen tentatively asked again, "How about I ask them to change the mailing address?"

"No need," Yang Yang waved her hand holding the chopsticks. "It's fine to send it to me. I'll bring it to you around mealtimes when I receive the letter."

"Why did he blurt out his true feelings?" Qing Chen was shocked.

Yang Yang is such a pretty girl, but she eats so fast that she almost makes Xiao Tongyun cry.

After finishing her dishes, she scooped half a bowl of hot and sour egg soup into her bowl, mixed it with rice, and ate the soup and rice completely.

He even let out a burp.

Yang Yang said, "I'm not eating your food for nothing. I'm exchanging a message for a meal. You're not losing out."

"What information?" Qing Chen asked.

"Starting this afternoon, Kunlun's manpower has begun to converge on Luocheng. This is easily verifiable information about their transportation methods, and it can't be hidden from outsiders," Yang Yang said. "Therefore, the Wang Family will definitely discover Kunlun's unusual mobilization. After today, Luocheng will become a key city for Kunlun in the short term. If they really want to kill Liu Dezhu to avenge their daughter, it will probably happen tonight."

Because after tonight, the Wang Family may find it difficult to find other opportunities.

"How many people did the Wang Family hire?" Qing Chen asked.

"I don't know about that," Yang Yang said calmly. "All I know is that they spent a lot of money to hire a superhuman, and the cost is beyond your imagination."

"Wait, is it really necessary to go to such lengths just to kill Liu Dezhu?" Qing Chen asked, puzzled.

"Don't underestimate the anger and grief a father feels after losing his daughter," Yang Yang said. "In your eyes, Wang Yun was at fault and deserved to die, but in the eyes of parents, their children are always right. They feel that it is understandable for their daughter to betray others when her life is threatened, at least she doesn't deserve to die."

Wang Yun's death in the Inner World was not the end of everything.

Because her body will return to the Outer World.

A living, breathing daughter suddenly becomes a gruesome corpse in front of her parents—this is something no one can accept.

"Remember, the Wang Family has gone mad," Yang Yang said. "I wouldn't be surprised if they did something tonight."

"What level is a superhuman?" Qing Chen asked.

"I'm not sure either," Yang Yang said. "But I estimate it won't be a high-level superhuman. First of all, there are very few high-level superhumans among the Time Walker, because there aren't many superhumans in the Inner World to begin with. Secondly, high-level superhumans cherish their status, and making money is already an easy thing for them, so they don't need to depend on others."

Qing Chen frowned; the ambiguity surrounding the enemy's level was an extremely dangerous matter.

If the opponent is below D-Class, it might be manageable, but if it's C-Class, Liu Dezhu would probably be doomed.

You have to understand that he used so many rules in the Forbidden Zone. Even though Cao Wei, C-Class, was seriously injured and hung up for more than 20 hours, he still had the power to fight back. Qing Huai almost escaped even under the rules of the Forbidden Zone.

At the C-Class, a superhuman truly becomes someone who transcends the mundane.

Yang Yang stood up and said, "We're full, it's time to get down to business. I'm sure tonight will be very exciting, so remember not to be absent. I'll go check out the area near Liu Dezhu's house first, and be ready to watch this good show."

After saying that, she walked straight out.

Just as he was about to open the door, he suddenly turned to Jiang Xue as if remembering something and said, "Thank you, your cooking is amazing!"

After Yang Yang left, Qing Chen suddenly seemed to remember something, opened the door, and chased after her.

However, he then witnessed a shocking scene.

In the darkness, the girl stood outside the building, looking up at the sky. In an instant, the dust around her was stirred up by an invisible force and pushed aside.

The next moment, the girl soared into the sky, like an arrow released from a bow, flying into the thick darkness of the night.

Qing Chen stood silently, with only one thought in his mind: This girl can actually fly?!

He had made a guess earlier when he was in the parking lot of Laojun Mountain, trying to figure out what the other party's abilities were.

Qing Chen's guess at the time was gravity, because the thugs' movements became sluggish, as if the air was compressed together and turned into a pool of water.

Qing Chen carefully recalled the scene from that night.

The assailant's eyes bulged outwards and were bloodshot; every clue indicated that he was under tremendous "pressure" inside his body.

Therefore, judging solely from that battle, Qing Chen believes that Yang Yang's ability is gravity, which is absolutely true.

But now, Qing Chen feels that the girl's ability is more extensive than gravity: it's a force field.

The ability to manipulate force fields.

Analyzing the shape of the dust that just rose up, it was clearly the way a magnetic field worked, and the fact that the other party flew into the night sky was because she created a repulsive force field under herself.

Qing Chen squatted down where Yang Yang had taken off, staring at the dust and dirt on the ground.

At this moment, Qing Chen's eyes lit up. Sure enough, the fine metallic particles in the dust on the ground had already shown a radiating shape.

That's the shape of a magnetic field.

He suddenly felt a little envious. Who wouldn't want to be able to fly? With that ability, you could go wherever you wanted.

To be honest, Qing Chen hasn't had a chance to ask his teacher if he will have a chance to become an extraordinary person after becoming a knight.

Wait a minute, Qing Chen suddenly looked up at the night sky. The direction Yang Yang flew just now was the desolate Beiman Mountain, right? Liu Dezhu's home is in the south!

He returned home speechlessly and looked at the letter from the holder of the Demon Stamp: Have you thought it through? What do you want? Hehe.

Qing Chen was impatient and wanted to reply to the other party to annoy them.

However, just as he was about to draw blood with the knife, he suddenly laughed silently.

No, no... So this was their final test.

If "Qing Chen" is not the mastermind behind the scenes and does not know Liu Dezhu, then "Qing Chen" should not know that the way to reply is to burn blood.

Only Liu Dezhu and the people behind the scenes knew how to reply, and they wouldn't bother to educate "Qing Chen" on this kind of knowledge.

Therefore, the holder kept asking "Qing Chen" what he wanted, but never told "Qing Chen" how to reply.

If Qing Chen replies, then the truth will come out.

The boy took a deep breath at home. The world had changed beyond recognition and was full of dangers. He had to be extremely careful when dealing with the monsters lurking in the shadows.

Thinking of this, he tore up the letter.

"Aunt Jiang Xue, after you finish eating, go to the station to pick up Xiao Tongyun's maternal grandparents. Remember, don't go out after you get home."

After saying that, Qing Chen changed his clothes and silently walked into the night outside.

He can't miss tonight's excitement.

A damp, fishy smell filled the air, and a gust of wind carried the dark clouds in the sky southward.

In the cold November weather, the wind picked up.

"Mom and Dad, how can I explain this to you? I'm really not a vampire, and I can eat garlic too," Liu Dezhu said earnestly. "I don't know if vampires can eat garlic, but I can."

The family of three sat at the dining table, where the food looked extremely strange: stir-fried duck blood with chives, duck blood vermicelli soup, blood tofu, and spicy blood curd.

All four dishes share a common characteristic: they all feature the word "blood."

Liu Dezhu patiently explained, "Of course I know you mean well, but I found the blood to write a letter, not to drink... It's not easy to explain to you, just trust me."

Liu Youcai and Wang Shufen exchanged a glance and both breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Shufen smiled and put a bite of stir-fried duck blood with chives on her son's plate, saying, "Your dad and I were terrified during the day. It's good that it wasn't you, it's good that it wasn't you."

Recalling the warmth his parents showed him, Liu Dezhu smiled and said, "Dad, Mom, don't worry, our family's life will get better soon."

"What do you mean?" Liu Youcai asked, puzzled.

"Haven't you heard? Many people brought back medicines from the Inner World and sold them for a lot of money," Liu Dezhu said. "Now that I've established myself, I can naturally bring some things back to improve your lives."

"It's alright, don't worry about me and your mother for now. Just eat and drink well, and don't force yourself," Liu Youcai said, taking a sip of his wine.

"No pressure," Liu Dezhu said cheerfully, "I know some important people over there."

"By the way, Zhuzi, are you in any danger over there?" Wang Shufen asked.

"There's not much danger there for now," Liu Dezhu replied. "Actually, sometimes the Outer World is more dangerous than the Inner World."

Now that Liu Dezhu has established a good relationship with Qing Chen, as long as he sticks close to this powerful figure, he will naturally reap many benefits.

Inside Prison No. 18, Lin Xiaoxiao and Ye Wan were the only ones who followed the rules, and no one dared to do anything to them.

At this moment, Liu Youcai suddenly wondered, "I've never quite understood how those Time Walker managed to bring things back?"

Liu Dezhu explained, "There is a mechanism when time travel. For example, if I put a bottle of medicine in my mouth a second before time travel, I can bring the medicine back with me when I come back. I can spit it out and sell it for money."

"Oh," Liu Youcai nodded, "So it's 'import and export trade'."

Liu Dezhu was shocked. What the hell is this import and export trade?!

But I must say, that word is actually quite fitting!

Liu Youcai hadn't had a proper chat with his son in a long time. He thought for a moment and said, "We're out of alcohol at home. I'll go out and buy a dozen beers later, and we can have a good drink together."

Wang Shufen complained, "He's still a student."

"What's wrong with the students?" Liu Youcai said. "My son is 17 years old. I was already in the army when I was 17."

Suddenly, Liu Dezhu said, "Dad, don't go out tonight."

Liu Youcai asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"It's dangerous outside tonight, so just don't go out," Liu Dezhu explained. "As long as we stay home, we'll be safe."

Liu Youcai and Wang Shufen looked at each other in bewilderment.

They then realized that something big was likely to happen tonight.

While speaking.

In the darkness, a small drone is slowly flying over the wall of Xinglong Community.

It was carrying a black package below it, which slowed its flight somewhat.

But the person operating the drone was extremely skilled, and it moved as lightly and nimbly as a carrier pigeon, passing through the towering buildings and the darkness of the night.

When it arrived in front of a building, it suddenly began to forcibly increase its speed.

With a ripping sound.

The drone precisely located a room with only a screen drawn on the window, pierced the screen with its sharp propeller, and the entire drone crashed into the room.

The drone crashed to the ground, and black grease poured out of the black bag it was attached to, gradually overflowing the damaged drone.

With another hiss, the modified drone emitted white smoke and sparks, bursting with enormous heat.

The moment the black grease came into contact with the drone, it burst into a blinding flash of light.

The fire began to spread.

Sitting at home, Liu Youcai pulled out a bottle of Moutai he had treasured for many years. "It's okay if we can't go out for drinks. Today is a day to celebrate, let's drink this bottle of Moutai!"

However, as soon as Liu Youcai finished speaking, he saw his wife's expression become serious.

He thought for a moment and said, "Um, this was a gift from someone, not something I bought with my own money."

"No," Wang Shufen looked up, "Do you smell something burning?"

"The weather station issued a red alert for heavy rain tonight. Experts say this is a once-in-a-decade autumn rainstorm, with rainfall potentially reaching 50 millimeters in the next three hours. Listeners are advised to take precautions against the rain..."

The radio blared from inside the taxi. Xiao Ying reached out and changed the channel. After a few crackling sounds, the audiobook began. "Big Gold Tooth asked, 'Master Hu, what did you mean by your last sentence? Were you saying it wouldn't be good to build this Fishbone Temple in the valley...?'"

A wisp of moisture drifted in through the crack in the car window.

Xiao Ying sat in the car listening to a novel with great interest, occasionally glancing around at his surroundings.

Just then, a voice came through the earpiece in his left ear. "Xiao Ying, is there any situation outside?"

"No, the square dancing aunties haven't packed up yet," Xiao Ying replied. "But I must say, these aunties are really trendy these days; they're listening to songs I've never heard before."

However, Lu Yuan's voice came Lu Yuan the communication channel at that moment. He said coldly, "Cheer up. In two hours, your special operations team members who are out on a mission will arrive in Los Angeles. Someone will cover for you then. Stand your last shift tonight."

"Receive."

"Receive."

"Receive."

"Hey... team, I saw a big fire coming from the house upstairs at Liu Dezhu's house, and thick smoke is coming out of the windows," Hulu said.

Lu Yuan calmly said, "I saw it too. This is not a normal fire situation. The fire is spreading too fast and too rapidly."

Xiao Ying said, "I just heard the weather forecast say there will be heavy rain tonight."

"Someone is trying to force Liu Dezhu out. They know that Kunlun has already occupied a favorable position here, so they want to shift the battlefield or drive all the residents out of the building to create chaos," Lu Yuan continued to analyze. "The rainstorm is coming soon, so the fire won't spread particularly fiercely, but no one can withstand the thick smoke inside. The residential building will soon be in chaos."

The assassins hired by the Wang Family didn't want to delay any longer.

The other side had made good preparations, intending to create chaos by setting fires in the middle of the night.

However, the sudden downpour disrupted everyone's plans. They had to act before the rain arrived, or they would miss their chance.

"Xiao Ying, you don't need to guard the gate anymore. It's dangerous for you to be there alone. Get out of the car quickly and join Bing Tang to prepare for battle," Lu Yuan commanded.

However, at that moment, Xiao Ying suddenly saw through the car window that a black figure was standing not far away in the darkness outside, staring intently at him.

The other person was wearing a black raincoat, and their face was also covered by the brim of the raincoat.

The two seemed locked in a state of tension, each waiting silently, but neither knew what the other was waiting for.

Bing Tang's voice came through the communication channel. "Xiao Ying, where are you? Come and meet me."

But the Xiao Ying in the car didn't say a word, and beads of sweat slowly rolled down from his temples.

The flames on the distant building grew larger and larger, and thick smoke billowed out of more than a dozen windows.

Suddenly.

In the dark clouds above the sky, water vapor condenses rapidly upon encountering cold air, eventually coalescing into a single drop of water that drifts and falls downwards.

The water droplet pierced through the clouds and traveled across the vast expanse of sky.

Finally, with a snap.

It hit the hood of the taxi.

The earthy smell in the air spread rapidly, and the raindrop seemed to pierce the sky, as the rain poured down from above, making the sky even darker.

In the distance, the middle-aged women who were dancing in the square hurriedly packed up their speakers and scattered in all directions.

Xiao Ying saw the assassin, wearing a black raincoat, slowly walking towards him, but then stopped.

Dozens of middle-aged women rushed over, shielding their heads with their hands, seemingly determined to brave the rain and enter Xinglong Residential Area.

They moved between the assassins and taxis, as if drawing a brief curtain between the two.

With a click, Xiao Ying quickly got out of the car; he had to prevent the assassin from taking civilians hostage!

But the moment he opened the car door, he was involuntarily stunned.

After the group of middle-aged women ran past, the assassin remained standing in the rain.

Their vision was now completely unobstructed, but the assassin stood there dumbfounded, a playing card still stuck in his head, blood flowing from the gap in his skull where the card had been torn.

A line of blood, as sharp as lightning, flowed from the other person's forehead to their chin.

The assassin's eyes widened, seemingly in disbelief.

Xiao Ying then discovered that the assassin's raincoat had been removed at some point, revealing a black jacket underneath.

The dead assassin fell backward, crashing heavily into the puddles left by the torrential rain.

The Xiao Ying suddenly looked at the backs of the middle-aged women and saw someone in the crowd quickly putting on a black raincoat and disappearing into the residential area in the blink of an eye.

Xinglong Community is very large and is one of the earliest commercial and residential building complexes in Luocheng, with a total of more than sixty residential buildings.

Normally, the terrain doesn't seem that complicated, but now the Xiao Ying feels like it's in a maze that can swallow you up in an instant.

Xiao Ying closed the taxi doors and ran towards the assassin, saying into the comms channel, "Team Leader Lu, an unidentified person has entered the area. I was just targeted by an assassin at the entrance of the residential area, but this person suddenly blended in with the square-dancing aunties, not only killing the assassin but also stealing his raincoat."

"Where is he?" Lu Yuan asked solemnly.

"He went into the residential area. I feel like he might be friendly forces," Xiao Ying said.

He crouched down to examine the assassin's injuries, only to discover to his astonishment that the only thing stuck in the man's forehead was an ordinary playing card.

It's as ordinary as it gets.

Xiao Ying was too far away to see clearly just now and thought it might be some kind of specially made murder weapon. But then the torrential rain started, and the playing card, soaked by the rain, limply stuck to the killer's forehead.

The Xiao Ying looked in astonishment into the depths of Xinglong Community. How did the other party manage to drive a playing card into the hardest part of a human skull?

He flipped over the soaked playing card, and on the card, the Joker, stained gray by the rain, was laughing silently.

Her red lips seemed to stretch all the way to her ears.

"Team Leader Lu, the person who just entered is a superhuman," Xiao Ying said. "Level unknown."

Lu Yuan asked, "Were there any wounds on the spleen of the deceased?"

Xiao Ying flipped open the assassin's black jacket. "Captain Lu, there are no wounds."

Lu Yuan was somewhat puzzled, as this was quite different from what they had predicted.

More than one residential building was engulfed in flames.

Within minutes, all three residential buildings were engulfed in flames, and even torrential rain could not disperse the thick smoke.

Originally intended as a shelter from the wind and rain, the concrete structure now isolates the building from the outside world. Outside, torrential rain pours down, while inside, the fire spreads rapidly and smolders.

The torrential rain outside blocked out the noise, but Liu Dezhu's family inside could hear the hurried footsteps in the hallway.

Everyone was rushing down.

"Mom and Dad, let's go!" Liu Dezhu ignored Qing Chen's instructions. It wasn't that he didn't want to obey, but someone was forcing him to leave.

Although I don't know what dangers I'll face once I get out, it's still better than burning to death inside the building.

"It's raining too hard outside, let me get an umbrella!" Wang Shufen said.

"What time is it for you to still be carrying an umbrella?" Liu Youcai grabbed his wife and rushed outside. As soon as the door opened, everyone saw black smoke churning on the ceiling of the corridor. The smoke and dust, along with the impurities from the burnt air, caused everyone to cough.

Shouts and gasps filled the hallway; everyone was desperately trying to escape.

Their old apartment building only has seven floors and no elevator.

There is only one staircase serving as an escape route.

Liu Dezhu rushed into the house, then rushed out again. "Towels! Quickly cover your mouth and nose!"

At this moment, a middle-aged man rushed down from upstairs in a panic and accidentally bumped into Wang Shufen with his shoulder as he passed Liu Dezhu's house.

As a result, both of them tumbled and fell down the stairs.

"Mom!" Liu Dezhu cried out anxiously.

He rushed down the steps to help Wang Shufen up, only to find that his mother's ankle was twisted irregularly, clearly broken.

"Zhu Zi, don't worry about me, you run downstairs first and get your dad to help me," Wang Shufen said anxiously.

"My dad can't lift you," Liu Dezhu said, hoisting his mother onto his back. Then he shouted at Liu Youcai, "Dad, what are you standing there for? Run!"

At this moment, Liu Dezhu was truly Qing Xing that he had been injected with gene-enhancing drugs. If it weren't for the gene-enhancing drugs that improved his physical fitness, he might not have been able to carry his mother on his back.

The family of three ran downstairs. The middle-aged man who had bumped into Wang Shufen struggled to get up. Liu Dezhu wanted to kick him, but he held back in the end.

Wang Shufen lay on her son's back. After the fracture, the wound was first numb, and then came the excruciating pain.

But she didn't say a word, afraid of distracting her son.

As Liu Dezhu carried his mother down the stairs, he kept saying, "Mom, don't be afraid. The fire is upstairs. We'll be fine if we run down. I'm not an ordinary person anymore. Carrying you isn't tiring at all."

Wang Shufen suddenly felt that her ankle didn't hurt as much anymore.

When the family of three rushed out of the building, hundreds of residents had already gathered there.

The fire came so suddenly that most people didn't have time to grab an umbrella. Dense raindrops pelted everyone, and they looked up at the black smoke billowing from the rooftop, their expressions helpless and bewildered.

Those with cell phones hurriedly dialed 119, while those who didn't have time to bring their phones could only wait in the rain.

At this moment, Liu Dezhu, with his mother on his back, looked around.

Liu Dezhu is no longer so ignorant. He knows very well that someone set fire to force him out, intending to kill him in the chaos.

But where is the assassin?

Xinglong Residential Area is so large that it has four main entrances and two smaller entrances.

In the pouring rain, six teams dressed in black raincoats were silently entering the residential area from six directions.

Each team consisted of six people, and they were slowly advancing into the residential area in a standard infiltration tactical formation.

Three men charged forward, two flanked the enemy, and one brought up the rear.

Under the black raincoats, everyone's faces were shrouded in the brim of the hats. The assassins' hands, hidden inside the raincoats, were either on the buttocks of guns or the hilts of knives.

Rainwater splashed and pattered as it fell on their rubber raincoats.

The assassins waded through the puddles, completely undisturbed by the noisy environment.

In the westernmost squad, the leader at the front suddenly felt something was wrong. He turned around to check, but found nothing amiss.

But soon, the team leader realized something was wrong.

He mentally checked the number of people behind him: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.

That's right, there are six.

Including him, there are seven.

The team leader's pupils suddenly contracted beneath his hat brim. Although everyone was wearing the same black raincoat, there was one extra person at the back of their group!

In an instant, the team leader drew a dagger from the outside of his thigh and turned to rush backward. He passed through the tactical formation, the dagger under his raincoat pointing directly at the last person!

Raindrops dripped from under the brim of his raincoat, and as he turned sharply, a spray of glistening water was flung out.

When the assassins sensed something was wrong, they all moved aside, leaving only the person at the very back standing there, teetering on the verge of collapse.

Wrong!

The team leader could see clearly in the darkness that the person at the very back had closed his eyes and died. In the right abdomen, where the spleen was, his raincoat had been ripped open with a huge gash.

Previously, the deceased assassin had been carried along in the group until the leader noticed the problem, at which point the person holding the assassin released his grip.

By the time he realized this, someone had already kicked him from the side.

With a loud crash, the team leader was sent flying to the side.

That kick was too heavy; it was a force that no ordinary human could unleash. The team leader felt as if he had been hit by a truck, and his bones felt like they were about to fall apart.

He flew to the left, and before the rain could fill the gap, layer upon layer of rainwater was like a human-shaped hole that had been punched through!

The team leader, in mid-air, looked through the hole at the murderer. A bolt of lightning snaked across the sky, illuminating the night for a moment.

The team leader was astonished to discover that the murderer's face under the brim of his hat was very young.

Unbelievably young.

It was Qing Chen.

However, what the team leader found most unacceptable was that the boy's attention was no longer on him, as if he had already determined that he could no longer fight.

Suddenly, Qing Chen ducked to avoid the dagger that came at him, and instantly circled behind someone. He slid the playing card between two fingers, and with just a light touch, blood burst from the assassin's neck.

Rainwater and blood water mingled together on the ground, indistinguishable from one another.

No one knows why those paper playing cards became as sharp as knives in the boy's hands.

No, it's sharper than a knife.

Qing Chen silently carried the assassin's corpse with its throat slit in front of him with one hand, slowly moving to the right.

The assassins observed them silently, their hearts filled with astonishment.

The weight of over 100 pounds was handled by the other person as easily as lifting a bucket of cooking oil.

The three assassins exchanged a glance in the darkness—they were superhumans!

They both placed their hands on the gun handles at their waists.

However, the boy's figure was hidden behind the corpse, with only half of his face showing.

None of the three assassins were confident they could hit their target under these circumstances.

In the darkness, water dripped from the brim of Qing Chen's hat, but his breathing was more stable than ever before.

The four moved slowly, each shifting their center of gravity, their energy pulling at each other like taut strings!

Qing Chen had already reached for the pistol at the waist of the assassin in front of him.

At the critical moment.

Lightning flashed across the sky again.

The three assassins were all stunned when they heard a strange breathing sound that went straight to their hearts.

In the cold, rainy autumn night, a puff of white breath, like an arrow, shot out from the darkness beneath the brim of the boy's hat.

In the flash of light, everyone could see the Flame Markings blooming under the brim of the hat!

"Don't run away," Qing Chen said calmly.

Time passed, and the team leader, who was struggling to get up from the rain, suddenly heard footsteps approaching through the puddles.

He slowly turned his head and saw that all his companions had fallen in the rain.

The boy who committed the crime was squatting beside him, wrapping something around his wrist.

The team leader tried to get up, but his bones ached terribly.

In the pouring rain, Qing Chen pointed his gun at the leader's temple and asked, "What's your name? Tell me and you might live; don't, you'll die."

The team leader was in extreme pain, and he had a premonition that after he said his name, his fate would be handed over to someone else.

But the cold muzzle of the gun on his temple reminded him that without revealing his name, he would have no destiny.

Xu Yicheng.

In the darkness, the team leader stood up in the pouring rain, his body like a Puppet Master, in a posture that completely defied common sense.

His long-dislocated bones crackled and popped.

In a certain building, Lu Yuan stood quietly in front of a window.

The communication channel kept broadcasting battle updates. "Combat Squad 01 has waited for the assassins who infiltrated the East Gate."

"Combat Team 02 has caught up with the assassin at the North Gate."

It was as if Kunlun had known the assassin's whereabouts all along; their men had laid an ambush on the path these people were bound to take, just waiting for the assassin to be caught.

Lu Yuan said over the communication channel, "The target is armed. Do not hold back. Shoot him dead on the spot."

"Receive."

"Receive."

"Receive."

However, at that moment, Lu Yuan asked in the communication channel, "06, haven't you found the assassin on the West Gate side yet?"

"Route team, no."

That's strange. According to the intelligence, the assassins should have attacked from each of the six doors, so why didn't they encounter any assassins at door 06?

"Go check it out, they must have already entered the community. We must find them," Lu Yuan commanded. "Be careful."

He frowned and waited quietly, but five minutes later the communication channel rang again. "Team Leader Lu, Team Leader Lu, the assassin on Ximen's side is dead!"

"Dead," Lu Yuan suddenly looked up. "How many died? Did you kill them?"

"Five are dead, and one is still missing. We didn't kill him," 06 reported. "Two had their throats slit, two died from gunshot wounds, and one suffered a ruptured spleen. One of the assassin's weapons is missing; it must have been taken."

Lu Yuan's eyes lit up; the boy had indeed come.

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