Demon Blade

In the sewers.

Li Xiuwen pulled the bullet shell out of Lu Yu's head.

He searched her body, but there was nothing.

He called the crocodile over.

Bloody water and sewage churned.

Harsh, bone-splitting sounds echoed.

Li Xiuwen did not take Lu Yu's head, not out of any shred of mercy, but simply because the learning society did not accept her head.

She was too weak, holding no hunting value.

The sky grew bright.

Li Xiuwen emerged from the sewer.

He shouldered a fully packed backpack.

He stood in the steamy alleys of Longjin Road.

He breathed in the stench of the enclave and the fragrance of food.

He felt the gritty pulse of mortal life right here.

Yeah, this is the exact smell.

Outside the enclave.

Sunset Street.

A black car smoked, burning.

A suited figure dropped from the sky, holding a bleeding, wide-eyed head by the hair—it was... Big Mountain.

When he arrived, he found Big Mountain locked in a fierce battle with Wang Yaoyao and the others, so he casually killed Big Mountain and made a quick profit in contribution points.

Su Ming looked at Wang Yaoyao and Fu Dayou.

"So, the murderer who killed Lin Xiasheng still can't be found."

Wang Yaoyao lowered her head and said:

"We were bogged down by this Big Mountain."

Su Ming frowned.

He straightened his tie, his inner heaven and earth power sweeping across to steam the faint bloodstains on his tie completely dry, turning them into powder that he brushed away.

Su Ming said, "Let's go back. It's over. The harvest this time is not bad; we killed quite a few learning society genius elephant-hurling martial artists and some elephant-hurling martial artists from certain Ever Joy clubs who tried to fish in troubled waters. Lin Xiasheng's death