What? You're a notorious bandit? What a coincidence, me too!

Wang Qingpeng's eyes froze, and his brows furrowed instantly.

"This, this..."

His face twitched, and he looked horrified.

"Old man, you... you've come to the wrong place to rob us. We're just a small business, we can't make much money here."

Seeing that the old man didn't move the gun, he hurriedly said, trembling, "I can give you the money, but please don't shoot."

"You're quite good at pretending."

The old man raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

A strange glint flashed in Wang Qingpeng's eyes, but he quickly recovered and said tremblingly, "I don't understand what you're saying."

"Can't understand?"

The old man narrowed his eyes, a sinister smile appeared on his lips, and with a flick of his sleeve, a packet of white powder appeared in his hand.

He shook it, "Don't tell me you don't even recognize this!"

As he spoke, he was about to pull the trigger.

"No, no, no!"

Wang Qingpeng's expression changed, and the timid demeanor he had just displayed vanished.

"Who are you? I don't know you, I have no grudge against you, why do you want to kill me!"

The old man flicked his wrist, threw the bag of white powder at the other man's face, his expression cold:

"Making this stuff harm people, they deserve to die!"

Wang Qingpeng was taken aback, seemingly not understanding what the sentence meant, but he silently changed the direction of the razor in his hand.

Recently, things have been quite unsettled in Haicheng. The anti-drug police are going crazy, sweeping through the entire city.

He has kept everyone underground completely quiet for the past two days, forcing them to hide away and avoid causing trouble at this critical juncture.

He even planned to go out and lay low for the next couple of days, even though he thought he was usually pretty good at disguising himself.

Who is this old man, and how did he find me?

But he couldn't think about that now; it was a life-or-death crisis.

"There must be some misunderstanding here. We can talk it out! Put the gun down first, and we'll chat," Wang Qingpeng said, looking warily at the old man's hand holding the gun.

The old man coughed lightly, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't lower the gun; he pulled the trigger.

"jingle……"

The bell hanging at the door rang, and the door was pushed open.

"Boss Wang, give my son a haircut."

An obese middle-aged woman pushed a little boy of about seven or eight years old in a wheelchair as they walked in.

The woman muttered, "It's only been a month since I had a haircut, and it's already such a mess..."

Before he could finish speaking, the sight of the barbershop made him choke on his next word.

The old man frowned slightly, and upon seeing the child, hesitated for a moment before pulling the trigger.

The middle-aged woman screamed in surprise, grabbed the little boy from the ground, and ran outside.

"Murder!"

In the instant the old man hesitated, a fierce glint flashed in Wang Qingpeng's eyes.

He tilted his head slightly, dodging the gun barrel, and twirled the razor in his hand.

With a "swoosh," it swiped across the old man's wrist.

He slapped and pulled, trying to knock the other person's gun away.

The old man felt a chill on his wrist, the gun barrel suddenly loosened, and he knew something was wrong. His finger instantly pulled the trigger.

At the same time, his wrist was slapped.

'Bang!'

A flash of light appeared at the muzzle, and the bullet grazed Wang Qingpeng's cheek.

Wang Qingpeng stumbled and bumped into the swivel chair, but then he bumped into the old man.

They pinned the old man directly against the glass.

The glass shattered on the ground.

The old man's gun fell to the ground, and his wrist was covered in blood.

"Fuck you, you dare to mess with me!" Wang Qingpeng slashed at the old man with his razor.

The old man's left hand went limp, his face changed color, and with his other hand he pulled out a knife and stabbed Wang Qingpeng.

"Splash!"

Broken glass shards fell behind them.

Wang Qingpeng twisted his body, kneeing the old man in the chest, then changed direction and plunged the razor into the old man's arm.

The old man grunted, his hand trembled, and the knife was dodged, falling to the ground with a clatter.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Qingpeng threw the old man to the ground and kicked over a chair to pin him down.

"Tell me, why the hell did you kill me?"

The old man struggled to get up, but was forcefully pressed down, his face turned extremely pale, and he coughed violently, unable to utter a single word.

Wang Qingpeng's face was gloomy as he looked at the old man's wrist, which was already covered in blood.

He didn't hold back at all just now in order to save his own life.

Damn it, I was hiding properly, but this random old man is causing trouble. The police will be here soon, and I might get exposed.

What the hell is this bad luck!

He kicked the old man in the face several times.

He was so angry he wanted to grind his teeth.

Who the hell is this?!

I grass!

His mind was in a mess.

I didn't have time to think too much. After opening the drawer and taking some things, I slipped out the back door.

The old man lay prone on the ground, struggled for a while, then remained motionless, his cell phone vibrating in his arms.

........................

"Hey, this old man isn't answering the phone. Maybe he's nearing the end of his life."

Lin Chang'an picked up his phone. He hadn't contacted Master Shan for several days, but no one answered when he called.

Just as he was about to summon [Buddha's Eye of Insight] to check the other party's location, a golden light flashed before his eyes.

A task prompt pops up.

[Task for Eliminating Karmic Obstacles: A Peaceful Death]

[Task Hint: The target, Liu Shanben, harbors deep resentment towards the drug dealers and is obsessed with revenge against his blood relatives. His revenge has failed, leaving him severely injured and near death. His resentment has not subsided but rather intensified, further burdening his karmic burdens.]

[Warning: This cleansing mission is about to fail!]

[Warning: This cleansing mission is about to fail!]

As Lin Chang'an looked at the mission prompt, countless curses raced through his mind.

This damned mission, the purpose of having me see the old man off in his final moments, was actually to make him dispel the old man's resentment.

What the hell is this supposed to be?!

I should have known better than to take this stupid mission.

He won't even live a few more days, and he'll still get cursed by the readers.

But it's too late to say anything now.

He used the "Buddha's Eye of Insight" to locate the old man's position, which turned out to be not far away, about two or three kilometers away.

It seems to be on Xiliu Street.

He was familiar with this place; he had studied here for several years.

The system says that Master Shan is seeking revenge on drug dealers. Could it be that drug dealers are hiding in this place?

He changed his appearance, hopped on his motorcycle, and sped off. He arrived at the location before the "Buddha's Eye Observation" cooled down.

Before he even got close, he saw a group of people in the distance, talking about something.

He listened to it a few times.

Everyone says that an old man shot and killed the barber shop owner, Mr. Wang, with a gun. He fired one shot, and now no one knows if he's alive or dead inside.

Lin Chang'an looked at the barbershop not far away.

No way.

Yangtze River Barbershop

He used to always get his hair cut at this place.

The glass gleamed in the sunlight, obscuring the view inside the barbershop.

To avoid attracting attention, Lin Chang'an quietly went around to the back alley of the barbershop.

He knew there was a back door to this house.

At this moment, the back door of the barbershop was half-closed.

He crouched down, carefully opened the door, and went inside.

The small shop was in a mess, with barber chairs overturned on the floor and shards of glass mixed with dark red bloodstains scattered everywhere.

An old man in a blue jacket was lying motionless on the ground, his face and arms covered in blood.

Lin Chang'an frowned, walked over quickly, squatted down to check his breathing, and then felt his carotid artery.

Thankfully, I didn't die.

However, judging from his condition, he's not far from death.