I, the public enemy

March of Movement 54

The band present also watched Wang Qing's performance.

However, Wang Qing was not formally trained at all; his posture and hand gestures were those of an amateur. But after a few seconds, their doubts were completely dispelled.

It turned out to be a virtuoso piece, "Zhong".

Those who don't understand music won't understand what he's playing. It's a private commission for Lu Yunzhao; it's like sending him off to his death.

Wang Qing is an avid internet user and knows that in the public's perception, this piece of music is already very sophisticated. He had seen it online before, and whether it sounds good or not doesn't matter; the main thing is to show off one's skills.

The opening is an octave chord in the low register. The five fingers sink down, and the three fingers hook together, producing a deep, booming sound that emanates from the piano. Then, the right hand raises its wrist, and the knuckles alternately strike the high register, producing a staccato sound as crisp as shattered jade. This is the first echo of the bell. With each rise and fall of the fingertips, the force penetrates from the fingertips into the keys, neither too fast nor too slow.

Kuang Bin, wielding the mantis knife, suddenly leaped up and wildly swung it in the air. The high-frequency mantis knife vibrated and unleashed swift blue arcs of light, instantly and accurately taking two lives. Their necks were slit open, and blood gushed out like the sound of the wind.

All the gambling machines and tables and chairs inside the venue were swept away by the aftershocks and smashed to pieces. The gamblers fled for their lives, rushing out in a panic.

Knowing there was no way to maneuver, the Spider Gang members all raised their guns and aimed at Kuang Bin. The high-pressure concentrated spirit bullets released by the spirit crystals could kill people above their level, and more than a dozen guns fired rapidly at him.

Gunfire erupted, and the flickering light in the firelight illuminated the bloodthirsty faces of the men.

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Kuang Bin is a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. These bullets could hurt him when he was not defending, but as long as he countered, they posed no threat. His recharged mechanical arm was also a magical artifact. With the countermeasure module activated, it precisely generated a light shield barrier under the amplification of his profound magical power. It was as immovable as a mountain, and all the bullets that hit it turned into smoke.

Knowing that no matter how many people were there, they were no match for this cyber-psychotic from Yangnan District, the leader quickly fled with a wisp of red mist around his body, heading to report the situation and seek help.

How could Kuang Bin let him go!

It's not just about prosthetic body modification.

Foundation Establishment cultivators have already opened up their Dao Platforms, and with a thought, they can unleash their supernatural powers.

With a wave of his hand, a gust of cold wind gathered, and he produced a shuttle-shaped soul nail from his palm. The nail gleamed with a dark, ominous light, and a chilling chain trailed behind it.

The fierce energy of heaven and earth gathers in my palm. The laws of the underworld heed my command. Sever their path to life, nail their heads and claim their lives.

Kuang Bin dipped a drop of his own blood essence into the Soul Nail. The mist swelled in the wind, becoming enormous, and soared into the sky. The man tried to retaliate, but it was pointless. The defense crumbled instantly, and the mist pierced through the head of the He-surname leader from behind. The top of his head exploded, and blood gushed out.

But the primordial spirit has not disappeared.

Kuang Bin directly locked onto his primordial spirit with his divine sense, and with a single use of the Soul-Binding Technique, it shattered completely, leaving behind only a corpse with its early Foundation Establishment cultivation intact.

The others were so terrified they were completely out of the mood to fight.

But Kuang Bin's profound spiritual energy erupted, tearing open a huge section of the ceiling wall. The earth and rocks crumbled and then, with a bang, embedded themselves in the entrance, blocking it.

Close the door, leave no one behind.

Wang Qing gradually found his rhythm, with the middle section featuring a surge of melody.

The left hand lays out a flowing texture with broken arpeggios, spanning an octave, with the wrist's leverage creating a graceful yet sharp arc.

The double-note melody of the right hand weaves through the music, intertwining with the arpeggios of the left hand. The light tapping of the pedal creates syncopation, making the harmony clear and not muddy. The sound of the piano is sometimes high-pitched like a bell ringing through the clouds, and sometimes low and lingering like a lingering melody.

This is a massacre.

Kuang Bin was already in a killing frenzy. The remaining Qi Refining cultivators, even those in the later stages, were no different from fish on a chopping board to him.

Those Spider Gang members present either fled or begged for mercy, but where could they possibly escape to? How could Kuang Bin possibly give them a chance to live?

In order to conserve the true energy within Guanyuan Qihai.

He directly engaged in close combat, the Mantis Blade humming at high speed. His physical strength was simply a devastating blow to these minor cultivators, with his speed, power, explosiveness, and combat instincts honed through countless life-and-death experiences.

Blood was flowing, figures were moving, and animals were howling.

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The entire casino was like a living hell, with blood everywhere.

He remained calm and collected. Halfway through the battle, the outcome was already decided; the remaining enemies had lost their will to fight and were on the verge of collapse. He immediately sent a text message to Yuan Jingang, telling them to come in and collect their loot quickly. After turning off his phone, he continued the killing spree.

Soon, Yuan Jingang and his entourage entered the casino to finish up their work, collect the remaining customers, and load everything back into the refrigerated truck.

Wang Qing's fingers seemed to possess some kind of magic.

No one at the banquet paid attention to anything else; everyone was captivated by the melody of the piece, even those who were unfamiliar with music.

The conductor of the resident band was dumbfounded. He wasn't exaggerating. This was more than just master level; it was practically grandmaster level!

Different people playing the same piece of music can produce different effects.

In Wang Qing's hands, it was as if the tyrannical passage of time was robbing everything away; all thoughts, feelings, loves, and hates would eventually be annihilated and returned to eternity.

As the climaxes unfold, chordal vibrato and octaves burst forth alternately, the power flowing from the arm and wrist to the fingertips, the force controlled with effortless ease, without the slightest stagnation. Ornaments streak across the sky like shooting stars, and chromatic runs move swiftly like lightning, yet are extremely clear and free of any extraneous noise.

The only sound throughout the venue was the intermittent chiming of bells, creating an extremely magnificent atmosphere.

Kabukicho is the territory of the Spider Gang. They made quite a commotion here, so it was impossible for them not to notice. After finishing their work, the group drove away in a refrigerated truck, attracting some pursuers.

"They've caught up."

After the killing, Kuang Bin was covered in blood, which soaked the chairs in bright red.

Under Han Guang's control, the refrigerated truck was already speeding at top speed, racing recklessly through the streets of Kabukicho.

The Spider Gang members were also quite reckless, driving a minivan that cut in front of the refrigerated truck, causing it to collide head-on and drive into the oncoming lane.

Han Guang quickly turned the steering wheel, the traffic roaring as he dodged one oncoming car after another, and with the steering wheel fully turned, he returned to the main road.

Some Spider Gang members rode motorcycles and shot at the refrigerated truck. Yuan Jingang and Gan Xu'er couldn't stay idle either, so they stuck their heads out of the car window to fight back.

As Yuan Jingang fired his gun, all eight sword pellets from his fist were unleashed, their illusory swordplay swirling around, instantly shredding a motorcyclist into a bloody pulp. The motorcycle went out of control, flew sideways, crashed into a transformer box, and exploded on the spot, bursting into flames.

This cannot continue.

Kuang Bin reached out and placed his hand on the roof of the car. He took a few steps in mid-air, then did a somersault and landed on the cargo box. His spiritual sense swept across the area, triggering some spiritual sense detectors on the street, but he couldn't think about that at the moment.

Since Kabukicho is under the actual control of the Spider Gang, it doesn't matter if someone dies on the street in this big place. It's just a gang fight, and no case can be filed. The Spider Gang can withstand an investigation.

He summoned the Soul Nails from the altar, dipped them in blood essence, and they swelled in the wind. Eight nail heads with chains flew out at once, and the chains scattered like a net, piercing through two pursuing cars. The drivers' blood splattered on the windshields, and the vehicles went completely out of control. Several riders were also instantly pierced and killed beyond any hope of survival.

Vehicles went out of control one after another, with a series of loud crashes.

If we retrieve the Soul Nails, we can no longer retrieve those who died on the main road.

Without any resistance, the refrigerated truck quickly drove out of Kabukicho. Yuan Jingang stopped the truck several times along the way, and had Han Guang replace the refrigerated truck's license plate number with the cold chain company's 0G0 again and again. The anti-identification license plate cover was also refreshed multiple times.

It's not over until tonight.

Wang Qing slowed down.

The final movement slows down, the staccato ends with a light tremor of the fingertips, the arpeggios gradually become sparse and faint, and the last note falls in the high register, with the fingertips lightly pressing down on the sustain, the aftertaste lingering until it dissipates completely.

First, the band conductor came to his senses and led the applause, which was followed by thunderous applause from the audience.

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