The Martial Lord of the Troubled World

Chapter 61 Special Agent
The night was slightly cool, and an invisible sense of oppression surged in like a tide, causing a fine, tingling sensation on Fu Juemin's skin.

Master of Profound Martial Arts.

It generates its own internal energy, capable of blocking ordinary foreign gun bullets.

The rumors of the past have now been confirmed by him personally.

Fu Juemin stared at the imposing figure standing in the lamplight, his fingers unconsciously stroking the revolver handle. The snake-scale blades on the edge of his glove popped out on their own, emitting a series of faint, uneasy ringing sounds.

He had only just entered the Blood Refinement stage. Although he had killed a Blood Gate Realm martial artist before, he couldn't find any way to contend with the Tongxuan Martial Family, whose strength was even higher than that of the Blood Gate Realm.

The only option is to escape.

But with more than a dozen gun barrels pointed at him from behind that martial arts master, even escaping seemed like a pipe dream.

"With the snake demon disguise and the [Soft Bones] talent, if we go all out, there's still a glimmer of hope."

Unless hit in a vital area like the head, they will die on the spot.

They were now outside the county government office and the Hu family residence. Five minutes after the gunshots, even the slowest people inside should have realized what was happening by now.

Just delay a little longer, hold on for a little while longer.
But given that he was less than ten steps away from that burly man, could he really hold out until they arrived?
Fu Juemin's mind raced, and his heart began to beat rapidly.

He inexplicably recalled scenes from a nature documentary he had seen in his past life—a hunting tiger lying in wait, poised to pounce; a preyed deer trembling with unease; and before anything began, the air tightened like a taut string.
Now, he is like a prey that has been firmly locked in place.

"Oh!"

A muffled thud disrupted Fu Juemin's chaotic thoughts.

Looking to the side, one could see that the battle between the two sides had suddenly come to a decisive conclusion.

Su Hui's middle-aged maid and bodyguard flew backwards like a broken kite, crashing heavily into the wall on the side of the street, vomiting a mouthful of blood.

The person who fought him leaped high into the air, perched like a hawk on a corner of the eaves, casting a cold, scrutinizing gaze.

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The injured middle-aged woman stood up, leaning against the wall. Although blood was flowing from the corner of her mouth, a contemptuous and mocking sneer appeared on her face.

Naturally, everyone's gaze fell upon Su Hui, who stood behind him with a pale face.

Fu Juemin keenly seized this fleeting moment, and with a quick movement of his feet, he propelled himself backward.

The invisible string that had been taut in the air snapped instantly. Under the blinding light, the towering, burly man snapped back to his senses, let out a short, sinister laugh, and pounced on Fu Juemin.

In an instant, Fu Juemin felt a shadow rapidly expand before his eyes, and the two beams of orange light illuminating the long street were instantly swallowed up.

The terrifying pressure emanating from a martial artist at the Profound Realm, mixed with the night, directly turned his vision into a suffocating darkness.

Fu Juemin took a deep breath, quickly raised his pistol, and aimed the barrel of the revolver at the surging darkness in front of him.

With a fingertip on the trigger, the revolver hammer slowly slams down.
"boom--"

Gunshots shattered the silence.

The dark figure in front of him let out a muffled groan, stopped abruptly, and unconsciously took a half step back, as if it had been hit in the chest by something.

Fu Juemin was taken aback and subconsciously glanced at the revolver trigger he hadn't fully pulled yet.

next second.

"boom!"

A second gunshot rang out, and the shadowy figure retreated again.

Only then did Fu Juemin hear the crisp sound of the bolt being pulled back quickly, and the sound of leather boots stepping on the long street.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!—"

Gunshots rang out one after another, interspersed with the sounds of spent cartridges falling to the ground and bolts being cocked, all in an orderly fashion.

The burly man with profound knowledge retreated repeatedly, dodging and weaving, step by step, until he was completely back in front of the bright orange light. The figures behind the light seemed to be stunned by the calm yet chilling gunfire, their hands falling silent.

Fu Juemin took the opportunity to increase the distance between himself and the other party, retreating to a completely safe position.

He looked in the direction of the gunshot and saw a burning cigar being thrown out of the darkness, hitting the ground, and then being stomped out by a large foot.

Amidst the swirling smoke, Fu Guoping, wielding a Han-made rifle, burst through the night, his face contorted with an almost palpable fierce and ruthless expression.

"Second uncle!"

Fu Juemin called out softly, and upon seeing the large group of people following behind Fu Guoping, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down completely.

"Hide behind your second uncle."

As Fu Guoping spoke, he raised his gun and aimed with a cold look in his eyes, his murderous intent completely undisguised.

The men from the Civil Affairs Department that Fu Guoping brought, along with uniformed police officers from the Police Department, quickly stepped forward, spread out on either side of him, and raised their guns, aiming directly in front of him.

"Master, are you okay?"

Qian Fei and Ma Daikui, both sweating profusely, squeezed their way up and asked in a low voice.

Fu Juemin shook his head and whispered a word of advice. The two of them quickly ran up and helped Cao Tian, ​​who had been shot and wounded not far away, back to his home.

Su Hui was also safely rescued. She was quite frightened, and her pretty face turned pale.

Sensing Fu Juemin's concerned gaze, Su Hui shook her head, indicating that she was alright.

There were quite a few people present, led by Hu Fulai himself, with Zhou He, the deputy director of the police force, standing beside him in plain clothes.

Hu Fulai's face was ashen at this moment, which was understandable, as his carefully prepared banquet had been suddenly disrupted.

Moreover, they indiscriminately shot and killed people right outside his door. What's the difference between that and rubbing his face, the great county magistrate, into the ground?
Seven or eight servants of the Hu family surrounded Hu Fulai, holding torches and lanterns high above their heads, and strode to the front of the procession.

Hu Fulai dared not walk too far ahead, half-hiding behind a tall and burly patrolman, pointing ahead and cursing through gritted teeth: "Disregard for the law! Incredibly audacious!"

I want to see just who dares to do this in my Luanhe County.

Before he could finish speaking, the expression on his face suddenly froze.

In the torchlight, the two orange beams of light opposite gradually faded away.

A young man dressed in a snow-white military uniform, but wearing round-framed black sunglasses late at night, leaned lazily against a huge jeep.

He casually toyed with a golden eagle-spear in his hand, looking at the crowd with a half-smile.

In front of him, on his left and right, stood a burly man clad in soft armor with black iron wrist guards on both hands, and an old man in a blue robe with gray hair and a cold expression.

Surrounding them were a dozen soldiers dressed in uniform dark blue military uniforms, carrying brown leather belts and wearing black boots.

The eyes of this group were all eerily calm, giving the impression of someone who had fought their way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

"Den-"

Suddenly, the young man in military uniform stomped his foot hard on the hood of the jeep he was standing on, making a loud crash.

He slowly removed his sunglasses, revealing a pale, handsome face.

"First introduce yourself."

The young man leaned forward, his not-so-loud voice echoing on the quiet street, sending a chill through the air.

"My name is Song Lin, and I am the special commissioner for disaster relief in Yangping Province."

He glanced around at the crowd, a bright yet cold smile suddenly appearing on his face, and slowly said, "Just now, who was it that fired a shot at this special envoy?"

(End of this chapter)