Lingze's existence was just waiting for the day when the Soul of Slaughter awakens.
That day has co, and from this mont on, Lingze is the Soul of Slaughter.
He started moving between different departnts, always eavesdropping on the conversations of other team mbers intentionally or unintentionally. On the surface, it seed gossipy, but everything he did was very prudent.
No one suspected him because he was simply too outstanding. More outstanding than before.
The Soul of Slaughter began to study Ye Xiaofan's unique skill, puzzled by how such an inconspicuous toothpick could effortlessly kill a master.
Always secretly training alone on the mountain, practicing with toothpicks against dry branches, birds, and insects.
First the accuracy, then the strength... no, no matter how much he practiced, he couldn't reach his ideal standard. Sotis the accuracy was there, but the strength was lacking; when the strength was enough, the accuracy failed, no matter how many tis he tried, it was always the sa result.
Even when the strength was sufficient, he couldn't penetrate a small bird, but how did Ye Xiaofan manage to train this skill?
Then, the Red Butterfly incident occurred, with the eastern, western, southern, and northern strongholds successively annihilated. Zhu Fan was very disappointed with his ability to pass on ssages. But what could be done? Even though he had joined the Yanhuang Soul, he hadn't beco a central figure here. After all, the place was overflowing with talent, and he had to conceal his strength. Getting information in advance was easier said than done.
He had thought that as long as Zhu Fan didn't die, he would still have a chance. As long as Zhu Fan was alive, he would continue to be valuable for exploitation.
Yet sadly, Zhu Fan died. At Ye Xiaofan's hands.
The Soul of Slaughter should have predicted it; during the ti Ye Xiaofan disappeared, he must have already discovered sothing. But who knew he would personally target the Red Butterfly headquarters, even transforming into the Black Mantis, deceiving everyone, and destroying all his hopes with his own hands.
Luckily, after Zhu Fan's death, no one discovered his existence. So he was still safe.
But the Soul of Slaughter was not satisfied; he didn't want to toil here for a lifeti. With his knowledge and skills, he could easily rise above many. He had learned a lot from Zhu Fan, even believing at one point he would beco the new heir to the Red Butterfly.
So, he continuously used old codes to contact Uncle Zhong... indeed, he got a response, reigniting the hope in him.
He was ready to set out, continuing to strive for his future.
This ti, the Soul of Slaughter changed direction; he no longer focused on Ye Xiaofan since Ye Xiaofan had no intention of returning to Yanhuang Soul. To completely defeat him, he had to start with nightingale, but he couldn't rush.
Everyone seed to have forgotten one thing, which is why Zhu Fan was relentlessly pursuing Shen Zuimo from the beginning? It's because she took away the research results of HLY007, which Zhu Fan had painstakingly developed back then, and it wasn't just theft; she wiped out the research lab's computers, docunts, and even killed most of the research mbers, blowing them up, burning everything to the ground.
And she lost her mory. She forgot where she placed the data, so once Shen Zuimo recovers her mory, that information would definitely resurface. This would be much easier than killing a Ye Xiaofan and also much more rewarding.
The Soul of Slaughter even devised a very horrifying plan, ticulously crafted over a long ti, and sent the final outco to Uncle Zhong, asking for those on the other side to make a decision. Once executed successfully, it would be a plan where killing three birds with one stone, with each bird being a major achievent.
The plan was on hold, not yet initiated, but the Soul of Slaughter knew it would certainly be implented soon.
Indeed, when the Soul of Slaughter found out that Shen Zuimo was going to undergo hypnosis to awaken her mory, he was greatly shocked. Once Shen Zuimo regained her mory, and the Yanhuang Soul found that information, all would be in vain.
Therefore, the Soul of Slaughter imdiately inford Uncle Zhong, who agreed to send soone over to help, even rewarding him greatly. Upon completion, he could enjoy wealth and fa, living a carefree life.
The beginning of this plan, and its most crucial point, was to prevent Shen Zuimo from regaining her mory too soon. But within Yanhuang Soul, he couldn't act against the hypnotist in surveillance-filled hypnosis rooms, so he could only pray, pray that Shen Zuimo wouldn't regain her mory too quickly.
His prayer succeeded, and he received news that Ye Xiaofan had just returned to the Capital City today, so the plan was set into motion.
That night, the Soul of Slaughter intentionally swapped shifts with a teammate, saying he needed to take a leave of absence to visit his parents on his scheduled day.
There was nothing strange about this, so the teammate swapped shifts with him.
On a dark, windy night... The Soul of Slaughter checked the ti, believing no one would co looking for Fan Lingtian at this hour. He suddenly struck down the teammate on duty with him and rushed upstairs directly to Fan Lingtian's room.
The lights were on... He was still busy.
"Knock, knock, knock..."
"Co in..."
"Elder Fan..."
"Hmm? What's the matter?"
"Elder Fan, soone just delivered a report asking you to personally take a look..."
"Who?"
"Oh, the Intelligence Departnt."
"Alright, let see..."
ssages from the Intelligence Departnt were typically important before they reached him, so Fan Lingtian temporarily set aside his work and took the report.
"Hmph, what nonsense, is the Intelligence Departnt too idle, investigating Ye Xiaofan for no reason, really. Alright, if there's nothing else, you may..."
Before the words were finished, a dangerous aura ca forth. Completely unprepared, Fan Lingtian hurriedly kicked the table, sending himself tumbling backward.
"Hey, old man." The Soul of Slaughter sneered, jumping onto the table, sending another palm strike towards Fan Lingtian.
'Boom.'
With palms eting, Fan Lingtian reacted late, and with an aging body, his inner strength was not what it used to be, this chapter of confrontation drove him back several ters, sitting down directly.
"You..."
"Hey, with your 'you', want to know why? Ask the Tathagata in the Western Heaven."
Whoosh... At such close range, the toothpick would definitely hit the mark. The Soul of Slaughter didn't hesitate, flinging a toothpick at Fan Lingtian's head. Even if you don't die, you probably won't last long under the new Black Scorpion.
Fan Lingtian's eyes glazed over, trying to discern his opponent's features, but he was too weak to stand again.
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