General Zhang, Please Stay

The Old Age Mansion is not a place that can be entered at will. Each entry requires approval from the Sequence Committee, and then three keys must be combined before one can step into the core area.

Even though Ren Wuyang was familiar with the Twilight Mansion, he couldn't open the mansion to call out Chang Kongluo and the others to clean up the mess.

The only thing he could move at the moment was the outer door mechanism.

Although the mansion was in effect a place of house arrest, it was officially designated as a sanatorium.

These places have various protective measures, but they are not impenetrable.

As a rocket landed, many places were blasted apart by the impact, revealing the true entrance to the old mansion.

The deceptive exterior walls and the collapsed buildings that cover the entrance also reveal the true entrance to the twilight mansion.

The large characters for Xuanhua Gate still remain on the original ancient building, but the modern instruments placed at the entrance make Xuanhua Gate different.

Zhang Qiaoen's information was also pinpointed to this location. When the difference was revealed, Zhang Qiaoen immediately knew the true location of the old mansion hidden in the palace.

He carried a large iron-ringed sword wrapped in red cloth, its sharp blade still dripping with blood.

Although she covered her head with a gray cloth to identify herself during the battle, Zhang Qiaoen's sharp, spiky whiskers still made her highly recognizable, and her eyes burned like flames.

One glance was enough to detect Zhang Qiaoen's ruthless intent.

Zhang Qiaoen vaguely sensed that she had stepped into a trap, but she had no choice but to step into it.

He has no way back now, and no one will give him a way back.

Eliminate the high-ranking Elderly Sequence Holder of the Elderly Mansion, kill the current Sequence Committee members, and deal with the mess that will follow over time.

This was the only decision he could make at the moment.

This decision even cost him the son he had raised for many years.

He looked up at the man in the distance who had called out "Father," only to see the man quickly retract his head. He then ignored this cowardly second or third-generation member of Western Capital City.

"The Old Age Mansion has trapped a group of people waiting to be slaughtered. Since that's the case, we'll grant them their wish," Zhang Qiaoen said coldly. "There are high-voltage electrical devices installed inside. Go and activate them for them. If you can't activate them, cut off the power to shut down the ventilation system. Throw the poison gas canisters in through the food delivery port. Without Zhou Xin's physique, they won't last long!"

Zhang Qiaoen swung her iron-ringed broadsword forward, and the patrolman holding a walkie-talkie five meters away froze for a moment before his head flew off along with the severed guard post.

A man with white hair quickly stepped forward, grabbed several remote controls, and pressed a few buttons. With a clatter of hinges, three partition doors rose rapidly.

"Zhang Qiaoen!"

Zhou Rihui's urgent shouts came from afar, but Zhang Qiaoen didn't even look back.

This rocket killed five of his close friends and injured many others. Zhang Qiaoen will remember this debt and will settle accounts with these people.

This includes members of the Sequence Committee, their Lineage members' children, and those who provided him with information.

Someone intercepted him, causing the enmity to escalate rapidly; some were potential threats that needed to be eliminated; and others were hidden dangers that Zhang Qiaoen needed to kill and remove.

People have different identities, and the harm they cause varies.

Zhang Qiaoen needs a controllable committee; as for the transfer of power, that's the simplest thing.

As long as he doesn't eliminate those working at the lower levels, everything below will function normally; at most, there will be fewer of those at the top who are engaged in fighting and brawling.

Even without these people, the Scarlet Alliance State will continue to function, and may even be able to distribute its benefits and function more healthily.

The only drawback is that they might suffer some losses in international confrontations, but British Alliance State can hold on, Zhang Qiaoen doesn't believe they can't.

"Kill!"

The partition door was large enough for a person to pass through, and Zhang Qiaoen quickly waved to indicate that it was open.

He glanced back, then quickly ran off to be the last one to intercept and clean up the mess.

Amidst the flames and thick smoke, Zhou Rihui's figure appeared and disappeared, clearly indicating that he had given chase.

But as long as Zhang Qiaoen doesn't step into this environment, Zhou Rihui is useless; even if she wanted to die with him, it would be difficult to do so.

"Bang!"

The sound of gunfire rang out, and Zhang Qiaoen blocked it with her iron-ringed broadsword, the bullet bouncing off the blade.

Several gunshots rang out in succession, but Zhang Qiaoen didn't even glance at them.

This marksman clearly misjudged the situation, assuming the opponent would dodge the bullets, and then fell into the trajectory of the opponent's second and third shots.

But with his first shot, he broke through this marksmanship, rendering his opponent ineffective.

"You underestimate Zhang's swordsmanship!"

She can take Jiang Chao's head from a hundred paces away, and she can stop the shrapnel from a rocket explosion to save several old friends. Zhang Qiaoen's swordsmanship is not the kind of rigid Gene Fighting Technique that rely on animal traits.

The power generated by the fusion of ancient martial arts and modern genetic technology is far greater than that of Gene Fighting Technique that seek quick and easy gains.

The current situation is still uncertain, and human development and evolution do not follow a single path.

Western Capital City has its own way of becoming powerful, and Linjing City also has its own development path.

This is Zhang Qiaoen's way.

If it weren't for the limitations imposed by genetic technology and age, Zhang Qiaoen would dare to take a knife and confront Montespatton, the world's number one, to see who is stronger.

Zhang Qiaoen lightly swung his iron-ringed broadsword. Just as his right hand was about to reach for the scabbard on his back, he realized that the gunman he had been eyeing had vanished.

He frowned slightly, but didn't seem to care.

Given the opponent's marksmanship, it would be quite difficult to injure him; his marksmanship was even less unpredictable than Song Bu'er's.

But just as Zhang Qiaoen was about to take another quick step, the sharp sound of bullets whistling through the air rang out once more.

He blocked the bullet with his broadsword, and as the bullet ricocheted, two more gunshots rang out in quick succession.

A bullet struck his right eye, another his throat, and a third his lower abdomen. These three shots were fired in a very short time and were all accurate. Even Zhang Qiaoen had to sigh at this moment, feeling that the opponent's marksmanship was extremely strong.

Moreover, the enemy's firing position had been rapidly shifted, at least twenty meters away from where they initially fired.

After those three shots, the other side was clearly moving to a new location very quickly.

Most importantly, Zhang Qiaoen failed to pinpoint her opponent's exact location.

Unless he can anticipate his opponent's movements and counterattack with a heavy throwing knife the instant the opponent fires, Zhang Qiaoen has no chance of killing him.

He reached down and touched his back, where he found a short knife that was several times smaller than a normal knife, but twice the size of a small throwing knife or other concealed weapon.

Zhang Qiaoen clamped her right hand down, clearly intending to take out the gunman who was firing repeatedly in one go.

But he didn't get the seventh shot.

Just as Zhou Rihui emerged from the thick smoke and flames amidst the billowing black smoke, a voice came from his right.

General Zhang, please wait!

As soon as she uttered those few words, Zhang Qiaoen felt a blur before her eyes, and Zhang Li, covered in blood, lay in front of her.

With his heart shattered and his neck broken, Zhang Li's death was extremely gruesome.

Even Zhang Qiaoen couldn't help but shed tears upon seeing this scene.

But he recovered very quickly.

Who has bewitched me?

Amidst the shouts, Zhang Qiaoen quickly broke free from the influence.

Amidst the scorching heatwave, Zhang Qiaoen saw a pair of bulging, veiny, grimy fists coming straight at her.

"You have Seventh Sequence individuals skilled in intimidation!"

After taking Zhou Rihui's two punches head-on, Zhang Qiaoen felt a bitter taste in her mouth.

In the intelligence he possessed, this one person was clearly overlooked.