He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

Just as Zhang Beixing was about to insert the silver needle into the acupoints on Xiao Huzi's body, hurried footsteps and shouts suddenly came from outside the secret room: "Zhang Beixing! Are you in there?"

Zhang Beixing immediately stopped, recognizing the voice of the gray-robed old man. Taking advantage of the moment, the man with the mustache shoved Zhang Beixing, breaking free and fleeing towards another exit of the secret chamber. "Trying to run?" Zhang Beixing reacted swiftly, giving chase, but the man with the mustache had vanished without a trace.

Zhang Beixing cursed under his breath and stepped out of the secret room, where he saw the gray-robed elder and the black-robed middle-aged man waiting anxiously at the door. "Are you alright?" the gray-robed elder asked with concern. "We heard the commotion and rushed over."

Zhang Beixing shook his head: "I'm fine, but the mustachioed man got away." The gray-robed old man frowned: "How could you let him escape? Didn't you already catch him?"

Zhang Beixing sighed and recounted the events of the moment in detail. The two men listened, their expressions turning grave, realizing that the mustachioed man's escape would make the investigation even more difficult. "What should we do now?" the middle-aged man in black robes asked. "The trail has gone cold."

Zhang Beixing pondered for a moment, a resolute glint in his eyes: "No, the trail hasn't gone cold. I will find him and expose the true face of the criminal organization!" The two men expressed their admiration for Zhang Beixing's determination.

“We need your assistance,” the gray-robed elder said. Zhang Beixing nodded: “Thank you, senior. I need to find Little Mustache as soon as possible. He’s badly injured, but he shouldn’t have gone very far.”

The middle-aged man in black robes said, "I can mobilize manpower to search the city and notify other sects to keep an eye on his whereabouts." Zhang Beixing felt a surge of warmth in his heart, grateful for their help.

Just then, a disciple rushed over: "Young Master Fang, someone has delivered a letter to you." Zhang Beixing took the letter and saw a black scorpion drawn on the envelope, recognizing it as the symbol of a criminal organization. He opened the letter and found inside a description of the hiding place of the man with the mustache.

"Looks like a trap." Zhang Beixing sneered, putting away the note. He knew it was a trap, but he had to go; only then could he find the man with the mustache and uncover the truth. He turned to his disciples and said, "Tell the two seniors I'm going out to take care of something, I'll be back soon." With that, he hurried towards the address on the note, carefully avoiding all the sentries and traps, finally arriving at an abandoned warehouse. The warehouse was pitch black and silent. However, Zhang Beixing keenly sensed a strong killing intent. He knew the enemy had already laid an ambush here, waiting for his arrival. ...

He took a deep breath, composed himself, and then kicked open the warehouse door.

With a loud "bang!", the warehouse door was kicked open, and a gust of wind swept towards Zhang Beixing. Zhang Beixing was prepared and dodged the attack by sidestepping. Then, by the moonlight, he could see the situation inside the warehouse.

The warehouse was filled with wooden crates and sacks, and a group of people stood in the center. Leading them was the runaway man with the small mustache, who was now looking at Zhang Beixing with a sinister expression, seemingly waiting for something.

"You've finally come," the man with the mustache said ominously. "I thought you wouldn't dare to come."

Zhang Beixing sneered: "You think you can trap me with this trap? You underestimate me."

The man with the mustache's expression changed upon hearing this, but he quickly regained his composure: "Hmph, now that you're here, don't even think about leaving alive!"

As he spoke, he suddenly waved his hand, and the crowd behind him immediately rushed towards Zhang Beixing...

Zhang Beixing looked at the approaching crowd, his eyes revealing determination and composure. He did not panic because of the predicament before him; on the contrary, he knew more clearly how to deal with it.

Without a word, he silently walked to the side, slowly pulled a slender silver needle from his robes, and gripped it tightly in his palm. This silver needle was his unique weapon and his most proficient method of attack.

The man with the mustache looked on in surprise. Clearly, he hadn't expected Zhang Beixing to have such a trick up his sleeve. However, he quickly regained his composure, a cold smile playing on his lips. With a wave of his hand, he shouted, "Go! Take him down!"

At the command of the man with the mustache, the crowd surged towards Zhang Beixing like a raging tide. They brandished various weapons, the flashing blades weaving a fierce net.

However, Zhang Beixing stood as firmly as a towering mountain, unmoved. The silver needles in his hand moved like nimble snakes, weaving nimbly through the crowd. With each strike, a person fell. His movements were swift and elegant, as if he were performing a dance of death.

Watching Zhang Beixing's outstanding performance, the man with the mustache felt a chill run down his spine. He realized that he had met a truly formidable opponent this time. But how could he accept defeat so easily? A cunning glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs, "Everyone, step back! Shoot him dead with arrows!"

Upon hearing the mustachioed man's order, the crowd quickly retreated to both sides of the warehouse. Immediately afterward, the sound of taut bowstrings rang out, and dozens of arrows flew towards Zhang Beixing like locusts.

Seeing this, Zhang Beixing frowned slightly. He knew that no matter how fast he was, he couldn't outrun a flying arrow. But he didn't give up. With a swift movement, he dodged most of the arrows with an extremely unpredictable agility. At the same time, the silver needles in his hand shot out like lightning, knocking down the remaining few arrows one by one.

"Impressive skills!" the mustachioed man blurted out upon seeing this. But his face showed no appreciation; instead, it grew even more somber as he said, "However, you think you can beat me like that? How naive!"

Having said that, he suddenly waved his hand and shouted the order: "Launch the rockets!"

At his command, dozens of rockets shot towards Zhangbei like meteors. Instantly, flames erupted and thick smoke billowed from the warehouse.

Seeing this, Zhang Beixing's heart tightened. He knew he couldn't continue to passively take the beating. He took a deep breath, and with lightning speed, rushed towards the man with the mustache.

The man with the mustache looked at Zhang Beixing charging towards him, a hint of fear on his face. He tried to retreat, but it was too late. The silver needle in Zhang Beixing's hand pierced his chest like lightning.

"You...you actually..." The man with the mustache stared wide-eyed, his face filled with resentment and terror, but he could no longer utter a word. His life force was rapidly fading away.

Zhang Beixing coldly watched the man with the mustache fall to the ground and die, then turned and walked out of the warehouse.

Stepping out of the warehouse, Zhang Beixing took a deep breath of fresh air, exhaling all the smoke and dust from his lungs. He glanced back at the warehouse still ablaze, a cold glint in his eyes. He knew that although he had defeated the man with the mustache, the criminal organization wouldn't stop there; on the contrary, they might retaliate even more fiercely.

However, Zhang Beixing was not afraid. He knew the responsibility and mission he bore, and no matter how many difficulties and obstacles lay ahead, he would move forward without hesitation.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps approached. Zhang Beixing turned around and saw the gray-robed elder and the black-robed middle-aged man rushing towards them with a group of disciples.

"Zhang Beixing, are you alright?" the gray-robed old man asked with concern. They had rushed over immediately after seeing the warehouse on fire, worried about Zhang Beixing's safety.

Zhang Beixing shook his head and said, "I'm fine. Little Mustache is dead, but the criminal organization won't let this go."

The gray-robed elder and the black-robed middle-aged man both became serious upon hearing this. They knew that Zhang Beixing's words were true; the criminal organization was powerful, and eradicating it completely would not be easy.

"So what should we do next?" the middle-aged man in black robes asked.

Zhang Beixing pondered for a moment and said, "We must find the criminal organization's next target as soon as possible and stop them from continuing their evil deeds." The gray-robed elder nodded in agreement: "You're right. But criminal organizations operate covertly, and finding their next target won't be easy."

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Beixing said, "We can start from two aspects. On the one hand, we can strengthen our ties with other sects to jointly prevent attacks from criminal organizations; on the other hand, we can conduct an in-depth investigation into the background and whereabouts of criminal organizations to find their weaknesses."

The middle-aged man in black robes and the old man in gray robes both agreed with Zhang Beixing's suggestion. They knew that Zhang Beixing was a brave and resourceful young man, and his suggestion must have some unique merit.

Just then, a disciple rushed over and said, "Seniors, someone has delivered a letter."

Zhang Beixing took the letter and noticed a black scorpion drawn on the envelope. A thought struck him; he knew this was the symbol of a criminal organization. He opened the envelope, and sure enough, there was a note inside.

He quickly glanced at the contents of the note, then looked up at the old man in the gray robe and the middle-aged man in the black robe and said, "It seems we don't need to bother looking for the criminal organization's next target; they've come to us on their own."

The gray-robed elder and the black-robed middle-aged man were taken aback and asked in unison, "What does this mean?"

Zhang Beixing handed them the note and said, "Take a look at this."

Zhang Beixing unfolded the note, which clearly read: "Tomorrow at noon, in the southern suburbs of the city, a decisive battle to the death. —Criminal Organization." This was undoubtedly a provocative statement from the criminal organization.

"It seems they want to settle things with us." The middle-aged man in black robes said with a mocking sneer.

Zhang Beixing agreed: "Indeed, they're courting death. This saves us the trouble of searching for them. Tomorrow at noon, we'll head to the southern outskirts of the city and see just how capable they really are!"

The old man in the gray robe nodded in agreement: "That's a good idea! We'll go and meet them tomorrow. Zhang Beixing, you'd better get a good rest tonight and be fully prepared for tomorrow's showdown."

Zhang Beixing's gaze was firm, his eyes gleaming with fearlessness: "Thank you for your concern, senior. I am not afraid. Tomorrow, I will definitely wipe them out in one fell swoop and show them our power!"

However, Zhang Beixing's younger sister, Zhang Shumin, was restless at home. She waited and waited, but her brother did not return, and a sense of unease began to rise in her heart. She knew that her brother was always reliable and had never stayed out all night before, so this unusual behavior made her uneasy.

As night deepened, the streets were deserted, with few pedestrians. Zhang Shumin could no longer contain herself and decided to go out and find her brother herself. She guessed that her brother might be in trouble because of investigating a criminal organization.

She donned her cloak and resolutely stepped into the vast night. Following the route her brother might have taken, she searched carefully, her heart filled with worry and anticipation.

When she arrived at the southern outskirts of the city, this desolate place contained only a few dilapidated warehouses and sheds. Zhang Shumin looked around anxiously, trying to find her brother.

"Brother! Where are you?" Her cries echoed for a long time in the empty suburbs.

Just then, she faintly heard a weak groan. Following the direction of the sound, she found her brother lying on the ground in a dark corner.

Seeing her brother's face ashen, his clothes tattered, and his body covered in wounds, Zhang Shumin burst into tears: "Brother, what happened to you?"

Zhang Beixing opened his eyes with difficulty and saw his sister's anxious expression. A warm feeling welled up in his heart: "Shu'er, what are you doing here?"

“My brother hasn’t come home, and I was worried something had happened to you, so I came out to look for you,” Zhang Shumin said, her eyes brimming with tears. “What happened to you? Who hurt you like this?”

Zhang Beixing replied with a wry smile, "I fell into their trap."

Zhang Shumin was furious: "These bad people are too despicable. We must not let them get away with this. They must pay the price for what they have done!"

Zhang Beixing shook his head: "Shu'er, this matter is too dangerous. You must not get involved."

“But brother, you’re already injured. How can I just stand by and do nothing?” Zhang Shumin said firmly.

Seeing the determination in his sister's eyes, Zhang Beixing knew he couldn't change her mind. He said, moved, "Since you've made up your mind, we must be even more careful. They're ruthless and won't give up easily."

Zhang Shumin nodded: "I understand, brother. I will be careful." As she spoke, she took out a delicate little medicine bottle from her bosom. "Brother, this is medicine for healing. Please take it quickly."

The medicine took effect quickly, and Zhang Beixing's pain lessened considerably: "Shu'er, thank you."

“Brother, this is what I should do,” Zhang Shumin said. “We must leave here quickly, find a safe place to hide, and then discuss how to deal with the criminal organization.”

As night deepened, the brother and sister carefully made their way through the desolate southern outskirts of the city. Despite Zhang Beixing's serious injuries, his steps remained steady and strong with his sister's support.

"Shu'er, you really shouldn't have come," Zhang Beixing said with some self-reproach. "This has nothing to do with you; I'm the one who dragged you into this."

Zhang Shumin gently shook her head: "Brother, you're being too polite. We're family, your business is my business. How could I just stand by and watch you be in danger?"

Hearing his sister's words, Zhang Beixing felt a warmth in his heart. He turned to look at his sister and said, "Shu'er, you've really grown up."

“Brother, I’ve been growing all along, you just haven’t noticed,” Zhang Shumin said with a smile.

In this critical moment, their smiles seemed to dispel some of the chill and bring a touch of warmth. They continued on their way, discussing their next move as they went.

"Brother, what do you think the criminal organization will do next?" Zhang Shumin asked curiously. (End of Chapter)