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"Boo!!"

A strange, crisp sound, extremely faint yet incredibly clear, as if something were breaking, rang out in the silent night!

"Ouch——!!!!!"

Prince Hui's eyes bulged out instantly, his mouth opened into a twisted "O" shape, and he let out a scream that was completely inhuman and extremely shrill!
He felt as if all his bones had been removed, his hands clutching his groin tightly, his body bent like a boiled shrimp, and he collapsed to his knees, his whole body convulsing violently!
This sudden and dramatic change stunned everyone!

However, this is not over yet!

Just as Prince Hui bent over in agony, Zhou Lin's right knee, like a cannonball, slammed into his face from below with a gust of wind!
"boom!!"

Another thud that made your teeth ache!

Prince Hui's screams stopped abruptly. His head snapped back, his nose collapsed completely, his face was covered in blood, and blood splattered everywhere!

He fell backward like a broken doll, crashing heavily to the ground, completely unconscious.

quiet!
Deathly silence!

Zhou Lin's ruthless and decisive move, which took less than three seconds, completely stunned the entire audience!

"Brother Hui!!"

"Damn it! Kill this bitch!!"

"Avenge Brother Hui!!"

After a brief silence, the twelve elite bodyguards roared like a volcanic eruption!

Their master had been crippled right under their noses—this was an utter disgrace! The twelve men, like mad dogs with bloodshot eyes, pounced on Zhou Lin!

They pulled out batons, daggers, and some even drew small crossbows! They exuded a murderous aura!
Faced with the attack of twelve well-trained, armed elite bodyguards, Zhou Lin showed no fear whatsoever; instead, a hint of...excitement? appeared on her face!

She moved!
Her figure moved like a ghost through the crowd, so fast that she left only afterimages!

"boom!"

"Crack!"

"what!"

The dull thuds of fists and feet hitting flesh, the crisp cracking of bones breaking, and the bodyguards' shrill screams rose and fell, weaving together a violent symphony!
Zhou Lin's moves are not fancy at all; they are simple, direct, and efficient, with each strike aimed straight for the vital points!

Her hands, elbows, knees, and legs seemed to be the most lethal weapons!
A bodyguard's baton was about to hit the back of her head, but she seemed to have eyes in the back of her head, nimbly dodging to the side, and at the same time, she delivered a precise backhand chop to the man's Adam's apple. The man immediately clutched his throat and collapsed to the ground convulsing.

Another bodyguard stabbed from the side with a dagger. Instead of retreating, Zhou Lin advanced, got close to the bodyguard, and smashed his ribs with a fierce elbow strike. She then snatched the dagger and stabbed another bodyguard who rushed at her in the thigh!

She was like a grim reaper, combining elegance and violence, dancing gracefully among the crowd, causing chaos and destruction wherever she went!

Less than a minute!

In less than a minute!
Including the two bodyguards who tried to check on Prince Hui's condition, all fourteen of Prince Hui's men lay on the ground, groaning in pain, and had lost all fighting ability!

Zhou Lin remained standing in the same spot, her breathing steady, and even her black leather jacket was completely unscathed, with hardly any dust on it!

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence once again!

Everyone stared at Zhou Lin as if she were a monster, their eyes filled with extreme shock and fear!
Is this woman even human?!

Situ Rui stared wide-eyed, swallowed hard, and leaned closer, a fawning smile plastered on his face.

"Sister Lin... your skills are amazing! Please take me as your apprentice! I'll serve you tea and water..."

Zhou Lin glanced at him indifferently, parted her red lips slightly, and uttered two words.

"No time."

Situ Rui immediately deflated.

at this time--

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

A heavier, more oppressive roar of engines came from down the mountain!

A convoy of three black Mercedes-Benz G-Class cars, like a black torrent of steel, carrying an aura of menace, sped through the night and raced toward the mountaintop!

The convoy braked suddenly and stopped a short distance away.

The door of the middle G-Class opened, and a figure stepped out.

When Zhou Lin saw the person's appearance clearly, for the first time, an extremely serious and dangerous signal, as if she had encountered a natural enemy, flashed in her eyes, which had always been lazy and indifferent!
The newcomer was also dressed in black, with long, flowing hair like that of Chan Ho-nam. A few strands of hair covered half of his face, and the half of his face that was exposed had eyes as cold as ice, devoid of any human emotion.

He was just standing there, and he exuded a terrifying sense of oppression that made people's hearts tremble and seemed to freeze the air!

It's the blade!
The tense atmosphere on the Panlong racetrack suddenly froze when Blade appeared.

The moment this notorious top enforcer of Anbang Group appeared, he caused a sensation throughout the venue—

Chan Ho-nam's long hair swayed slightly in the night breeze. His cold face cast a chilling shadow under the interplay of moonlight and distant car headlights. His exposed eyes were like two bottomless, icy pools, without the slightest ripple, yet making people afraid to look directly at him.

Rumors about him are widespread in the underworld of Mindu. He is the sharpest and most mysterious blade under Master Mu's command, possessing unpredictable and divine throwing knife skills. It is said that almost no enemy who has witnessed his full power has survived. Even the most unruly elders within the Anbang Group treat him with respect and a sense of awe.

As six black Mercedes-Benz G-Class cars filed out from behind Blade like silent behemoths, came to a stop in unison, and the doors opened almost simultaneously, thirty burly men dressed in uniform black outfits with cold and stern faces stood in formation with swift and silent movements. The atmosphere on the scene suddenly became extremely tense.

These are said to be orphans personally selected, raised and rigorously trained by Blade. Although their numbers have never exceeded fifty, each one is an elite who has survived the brutal elimination process and possesses terrifying combat power that can take on ten opponents at once. Their very existence is enough to make all forces in Mindu wary.

At this moment, seeing this adopted son, who had always been loyal only to Old Master Mu and almost never participated in factional struggles, personally leading his most elite forces here, clearly to support Prince Hui, everyone felt a strange sense of astonishment and oppression.

Prince Zhao Hui, who had been severely injured by Zhou Lin and was curled up on the ground, suddenly saw Dao Feng and his men. It was as if a drowning man had grasped the last straw. Despite the excruciating pain of his shattered genitals and sunken face, he struggled to get up, his face a mixture of pain and twisted ecstasy, and he shouted incoherently.

"Uncle Dao... Uncle Dao! Help... help me!"
They...they dared to touch me...I'll kill them..."

However, as he staggered toward the blade, he was mercilessly evaded with an extremely cold gaze and a barely perceptible sidestep, as if he were avoiding something filthy.

This subtle action caused an uproar among those watching the scene—the relationship between Blade and Prince Hui didn't seem to be as close as everyone imagined.

Blade's gaze, like a precise scanner, swept past the obsequious and pained Crown Prince Hui, past the alert and sharp-eyed Zhou Lin, and didn't even linger on Situ Rui and Sha Qiang. Finally, like a hawk locking onto its prey, it settled steadily on Qin Luo, who remained calm and seemingly an outsider.

What happened next completely overturned everyone's understanding.

Under the gaze of countless eyes filled with surprise, fear, or bewilderment, Daofeng, a top expert who held a transcendent position within the Anbang Group and was feared by many, stood guard.

He actually leaned forward slightly towards Qin Luo and then made a perfect 90-degree deep bow!

His movements were clean and efficient, carrying an unquestionable solemnity.

Then he spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of everyone who was holding their breath in utter shock, and the way he addressed them was earth-shattering.

"Prince."

These three simple words were like three heavy bombs, exploding on the silent mountaintop!

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the thirty black-clad thugs standing behind him like black sculptures moved in such perfect unison that it was chilling.

With a "whoosh," they all bent down in unison towards Qin Luo's direction, their movements mirroring the blade's!
The sound of the wind generated by the simultaneous movements of more than thirty people, along with the deep, resonant address of "Young Master," echoed like a low rumble of thunder in the night sky atop the Nine Peaks, making people's eardrums buzz.

The chain reaction triggered by this scene was enormous.

Situ Rui's face turned pale instantly. Although he was a top-tier rich second-generation and fearless, he was well aware of how terrifying Dao Feng was and the significance he represented within the Anbang Group.

The amount of information contained in Daofeng's attitude towards Qin Luo at this moment, as well as that address of "Crown Prince," was too much for him to process at the moment, but a strong sense of crisis made him react instinctively.

He suddenly turned his head and growled urgently at Sha Qiang, who was also dumbfounded beside him.

"Qiangzi! Don't just stand there! Quick! Take Yiyi and Tuya and get out of here! Get down the mountain immediately!"

Something is wrong here!"

Sha Qiang jolted awake. Although his mind hadn't fully caught up, his trust in Situ Rui and the strange, oppressive atmosphere before him made him dare not be negligent. He responded in a muffled voice.

"Understood, Brother Rui!"

Without further ado, they grabbed Chen Yiyi, whose face had turned pale with fright and who was at a loss, and Urentuya, who had been quietly waiting in the corner, and began to forcibly evacuate them in the direction of the vehicle they had come from.

The group of rich kids and heiresses who had been whispering and watching the spectacle with excitement or worry fell silent. They were all trembling with fear, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Sonoda Koji, who had been jumping around and cheering for Prince Hui, now looked like a duck with its neck being choked. He shut his mouth with an ugly expression and looked back and forth between Daofeng and Qin Luo with a suspicious look in his eyes, completely confused about the situation.

Zhou Lin, who had maintained a languid demeanor, now had a change in her alluring yet wild eyes. The previous ease and carefree attitude had vanished, replaced by an extremely serious and sharp light, as if she had discovered a deadly threat.

Her posture seemed to have subtly changed as well, her body leaning slightly forward, like a mother leopard poised to pounce, all her muscles in a state of optimal exertion, her eyes fixed on the blade, clearly feeling unprecedented pressure from this suddenly appearing man.

The expressions on the face of Prince Zhao Hui, who was injured and lying on the ground and had just been ignored by Dao Feng, were even more fascinating.

First came disbelief and astonishment, followed by the ecstatic joy of surviving a catastrophe. But then, seeing Blade and his men respectfully bowing to Qin Luo while he was completely ignored, an indescribable sense of humiliation, anger, jealousy, and deep fear gnawed at his heart like venomous snakes, twisting his face into a demonic grimace and filling his eyes with extreme complexity.

Every subtle movement of Blade was like a slow-motion video, captivating the nerves of everyone present.

Beneath his stern, aloof face, as cold as an iceberg, lay a thunderous power capable of destroying everything at any moment.

The thirty black-clad thugs stood silently like emotionless machines. Their uniform attire, synchronized movements, and even the frequency of their breathing seemed to be in sync, silently demonstrating a chilling discipline and the terrifying fighting power they represented.

When Daofeng's crystal-clear "Your Highness," carrying a certain air of respect, reached everyone's ears, time seemed to freeze on the entire mountaintop platform—

This terrifying figure, who could practically control everything within the Anbang Group and whom even Mu Linshan and Qiu Qinxiang had to give way to, actually showed such undisguised, almost subservient respect to Qin Luo, an unknown young man who had just been released from prison!

The air seemed to have been sucked out, and a huge question mark and an indescribable panic, like spreading vines, entwined the hearts of everyone.

The atmosphere was extremely eerie, like a fully drawn bow, the string stretched to its limit, any slight movement could trigger a thunderous explosion. In the silence, everyone's thoughts raced, each harboring their own secrets.

Situ Rui's sharp eyes scanned his surroundings, his brain racing as he weighed the best time to escape.

The oppressive aura emanating from Blade and his thirty burly men in black was too strong; he had to ensure that Chen Yiyi and Urentuya could leave this dangerous place safely.

He quietly slipped his hand behind his back and gestured to Sha Qiang again to "hurry up".

Sha Qiang's massive body stood like a wall in front of Chen Yiyi and Wu Rentuya, his muscles taut. Although he was confused by the unexpected turn of events, his instinct to protect those around him kept him from relaxing in the slightest.

His large, bell-like eyes were fixed on Blade and his men, ready to pounce on them at the slightest provocation. (End of Chapter)