In the silent moonlit night, several Black Shadows swiftly flickered across the rooftops, advancing silently like Ghosts, alternately covering each other, continuously eliminating the hidden sentry posts, and unknowingly approaching the largest estate near the center of the small town. Everyone hid, calmly observing the estate ahead, waiting for the final order to attack.
Luo Zheng, too, had killed his way over. Along the way, the sentries were not very vigilant and, struggling with the fatigue of the night, were dozing off, dying without even understanding what was happening, unable to block the combined attack of Luo Zheng and Ghost Hand. The only sentry who was alert and tried to fire his gun had his throat pierced by a Crossbow Arrow from Ghost Hand, killing him instantly.
After hiding behind a low wall near the estate, Luo Zheng observed the area ahead with a cold gaze radiating firm murderous intent, like a Fierce Beast poised to attack its prey. After a while, Luo Zheng, having morized the basic layout of the estate, whispered, "Snow Leopard and Tiger King will attack directly through the main gate, Xue Er, you're responsible for following up and guarding the main gate. Ghost Hand and I will attack from the back."
"Yes," everyone whispered in reply, their shadows flickering under the moonlight, ghost-like.
Luo Zheng signaled to Ghost Hand, and the two dashed toward the back door where four guards were posted, dozing off. Luo Zheng signaled to Ghost Hand, who swiftly rushed forward, aid his Hand Crossbow at one of them, and quickly pulled the trigger. A dark flash sparkled eerily under the moonlight, instantly hitting the target's neck.
After succeeding, Ghost Hand did not stop. He kept pulling the trigger, launching two more Crossbow Arrows. Luo Zheng also moved, charging forward a few steps and leaping down from the roof. His dark Dragon Tooth drew a terrifying arc of death, swiftly striking another target. The suddenness left the opponent with no chance to react, and he was chopped down on the spot.
After their success, Luo Zheng picked up a gun, stripped the clips from the body, and Ghost Hand also leaped down, picking up a gun and several clips. After exchanging glances, the two quickly moved to the back, each pressing against a wall on either side of the door, ears perked for any sounds; all was quiet.
Luo Zheng's stern gaze swept the surroundings. After confirming there was no danger, he signaled Ghost Hand for cover and then nudged the door. The door, made of solid wood planks— a rarity in this impoverished desert region where many hos didn't have doors but just hung a curtain or sothing similar—was unusual here.
Luo Zheng forcefully pushed open the wooden door, dived forward with a tiger's pounce, hit the ground, rolled into the doorway, and raised his gun, his cold gaze swiftly scanning for the enemy. But instead, he found a small garden planted with so drought-resistant plants, about two hundred square ters, deserted. Up ahead was a dark and quiet room.
Ghost Hand followed in, and the two covered each other alternately, advancing to a doorway. Luo Zheng signaled to Ghost Hand, who nodded, understanding it was his turn to cover. Luo Zheng cautiously opened the door, where inside was a spread of sleeping figures—around a dozen people. They nodded to each other, swiftly dashed inside, and the Ninja blade chopped at the necks of the slumbering victims. Beneath the sharp blade, everyone died without a sound.
After easily killing about a dozen people, Luo Zheng and Ghost Hand dashed out of the room and pushed open another door, where inside, another dozen people were sleeping on a large communal bed, many of them snoring evenly. The two nodded to each other in unspoken agreent, their cold gazes murderous in the night as they quickly took action, killing everyone inside.
Having killed people in two rooms in one go, Luo Zheng and Ghost Hand quickly retreated and checked the other rooms, finding no one else. Suddenly, voices ca through their earpieces, and they swiftly halted, pressing the earpieces closer to listen. It was people talking. Luo Zheng started, then quickly realized what was happening and signaled to Ghost Hand; the two dashed forward.
Soon, they reached a detached villa and saw two groups confronting each other at the entrance—it was Tiger King and Snow Leopard. Tiger King was talking to soone on the opposite side. Rushing up, they warily eyed their targets: five n in black and a portly middle-aged man talking to Tiger King in the local language, which Luo Zheng could not understand. He looked at Tiger King, surprised that he knew the local language.
"The one speaking is the Grand Leader. That next to him is Shijing; those behind are all from Death God," Snow Leopard whispered.
The Grand Leader noticed Luo Zheng approaching and swept a cold glance at him before continuing to mutter sothing to Tiger King. Upon seeing Luo Zheng, Tiger King snorted and suddenly shouted in English, "Cut the crap. Are you going to do it yourself, or do you want to send you off?"
Luo Zheng was taken aback, then cheered inwardly. Tiger King was indeed commanding and impressive. Just then, a man in a black robe stepped forward, cautiously eyeing Tiger King and slowly drawing a Japanese sword. The blade had barely co halfway out when Luo Zheng saw a gray shadow flash by, and with a zing, the sword re-sheathed. The man who had drawn it was flung backward, landing heavily and clutching his chest, unable to stand.
"In front of , you have no right to draw a sword," Tiger King declared majestically, his tiger-like eyes blazing as he gave the Grand Leader a cold look and then turned to the black-robed man next to him. He scoffed disdainfully, "Shijing, your father, that bastard, once ambushed with four Ninja chrysanthemums and still got killed by . Do you think that by capturing and trying to learn my sword technique, you can defeat ?"
The man addressed as Shijing by Tiger King, who was entirely cloaked in black, revealing only a pair of sinister eyes, stared solemnly at Tiger King then glanced at the arriving Luo Zheng and Ghost Hand, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. He said, "So your target is him. I'm curious, how did you know he was still alive? As far as I know, only one person knew he was alive, and you couldn't possibly find that person."
"Speaking of which, I should thank your governnt for supporting the Song family. They kidnapped but didn't dare to kill , so they had to lock in a secret place. Eventually, I learned about the person you just ntioned who is still alive and followed the clues here. All of this is fate. If your governnt hadn't supported the Song family, perhaps all this would have been forever hidden, and none of today's events would have happened," Luo Zheng said coldly.
"The Song family?" Shijing questioned, puzzled. Seeing that Luo Zheng didn't seem to be lying, he did not pursue the matter further. Instead, he looked at Tiger King and slowly drew his sword. Luo Zheng stepped forward quickly and shouted, "Why use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken? Let test your sword first." With that, he pointed forward with the dark Dragon Tooth, a chilling murderous aura surging forth.
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