The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

[Holy crap, Coffin Bro is ruthless, decisive in his killing.]

This is how you deal with these lunatics; a saintly attitude will only harm both yourself and others.

[Waaaaah, he was forced into it! He just wanted to protect himself, what did he do wrong?]

Cults are truly harmful, especially in a world with advanced martial arts; their dangers are far more terrifying than in reality.

As Chen Guan scanned the comments, he pondered the information the bald man had just revealed.

Three days later, at the Queen's Casino, the leader, Blood Slaughter, was an eighth-ranked member of twenty core followers who were at least sixth-ranked.

This is a terrifying lineup that could give the Jiangcheng official branch a real headache.

If even one of these people escapes, it will be a disaster.

One eighth-level and more than twenty sixth-level; forcing our way in would be like an egg hitting a rock.

Even if he could resurrect infinitely, the pain from each death would still exist, and his status couldn't be refreshed, which was a problem.

Most importantly, his goal wasn't to die, but to rack up points and solve the problem.

Chen Guan glanced at the data stream on his retina out of the corner of his eye, and the increased popularity value made his tense nerves relax a little.

The audience's emotions were spot on.

His performance was quite effective.

Just as he was about to bring down his scythe to completely clean up the scene, the hotel door was forced open from the inside by a tremendous force.

Long Ao charged out with an indomitable spirit.

He saw the coffin at the door, the sickle raised by the coffin, and the three people lying on the ground.

Long Ao paused for a moment, remembering what Chen Guan had said before leaving.

"If I don't come back, take my coffin with you."

The words echoed in his mind, each one like a heavy hammer striking his heart.

He took those words as his last words.

He thought Chen Guan was prepared to die and had come out alone to cover his retreat, buying him time to escape.

But the scene before him was completely different from what he had imagined.

There was no brutal siege, no desperate battle.

Only Chen Guan stood there unharmed, while the enemy had all fallen.

"You..." Long Ao's throat went dry. All the pent-up passion and tragic emotions he had prepared were stuck in his chest, unable to rise or fall.

Chen Guan glanced at him, put away his scythe, and asked in a calm tone, "Why did you come out?"

"I..." Long Ao looked at Chen Guan's excessively calm face and didn't know what to say for a moment.

He can't exactly say, "I thought you were going to die, so I came out to die with you."

That's just too stupid.

"I'm worried about you." After holding it in for a long time, Long Ao squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, his voice muffled.

[Hahaha, Long Ao's expression looks like he rushed into a fire to rescue someone only to find them enjoying air conditioning inside.]

In this scene, Chen Guan seems more like the villain.

[Long Ao: Am I going to die too?]

[Chen Guan: Yes.]

The tone of the comments instantly shifted from tragic to lighthearted.

Chen Guan ignored the teasing comments in the live chat, as well as Long Ao's embarrassment.

"Let's go," Chen Guan said to Long Ao.

"They...abandoned it?" Long Ao pointed to the people on the ground.

"Let the officials handle this. We're too conspicuous staying here." Chen Guan said, then turned and left. He still needed to go back to get his coffin; Long Ao was too unreliable.

He wasn't worried about the situation here at all. He knew that there were people watching behind the scenes, and the officials would definitely be paying close attention to this place.

Since that's the case, why not use these free cleanup tools?

Long Ao watched Chen Guan's retreating figure, his feelings a mix of emotions, and followed after him.

He found himself increasingly unable to understand Chen Guan; unlike An Changqing, he was always full of contradictions.

This person sometimes resembles an ordinary student who is powerless, and at other times resembles a battle-hardened and ruthless warrior, yet he exudes a sense of reliability.

The two quickly left the scene and disappeared into the night of Jiangcheng.

A dozen minutes later, several vehicles bearing the Great Wall logo roared in and blocked off the entire block.

……

An abandoned underground parking lot.

In the dim light, Chen Guan spread the Jiangcheng map he had casually taken from the hotel on the ground.

Although he had a mobile phone, Chen Guan always preferred to use a pen to aid his thinking, feeling that something was missing when using a mobile phone.

He used a pen to draw a circle around the location of the Queen's Casino.

"Blood Slaughter, Rank 8, and more than twenty Rank 6." Chen Guan briefly explained the situation.

Long Ao's expression was solemn.

Although he was confident, he also understood what the eighth rank meant.

That was the pinnacle of Jiangcheng's power structure. His grandfather, Long Ye, could easily suppress him during his prime, but now... the old man is getting on in years. Although spiritual power can prolong his life, it cannot keep him at his peak forever.

The remaining sixth-tier enemies are no pushovers either. Jiangcheng is not a large city, and the Great Wall's patrol forces are limited. Relocating people from other places is feasible, but it will cause new troubles.

"Forcing our way in is suicide." Long Ao came to the same conclusion as Chen Guan.

"So we can't force our way in." Chen Guan's finger slid across the map: "Lin Jiu said that the sect leader, Blood Butcher, is nearing the end of his life, which is why he's in a hurry to hold the ceremony. This is a crucial piece of information."

"What do you mean?"

"What would be the mindset of a person who is about to die of old age?" Chen Guan looked up at Long Ao.

Long Ao frowned in thought: "Suspicious, cautious, and... distrustful of everyone."

He had dealt with similar incidents during high school, except that he was dealing with a mob boss back then.

"That's right." Chen Guan nodded. "Especially since he is about to be reborn, he will not allow any accidents to happen. The Queen Casino must be an impregnable fortress now, guarding against all outsiders."

"Then how are we supposed to get in?" Long Ao asked, even more puzzled.

"Who said we were going in?" Chen Guan smiled, a smile that sent a chill down Long Ao's spine.

He picked up a pen and drew several crosses in other places on the map.

"The Flesh and Blood Embrace has been entrenched in Jiangcheng for many years. Besides the Queen's Casino as its headquarters, it must have other strongholds."

Chen Guan pointed to the several crosses: "These are their branches, responsible for different businesses, some are intelligence, and some are logistics."

"You want to...?" Long Ao vaguely guessed what it was.

"Blood Butcher wants to hold the ceremony peacefully, but I'll make sure he doesn't."

"He has mobilized all his elite forces to the Queen's Casino, so the rest of the area will inevitably be left empty."

"We don't need to storm the Queen's Casino; we just need to start a fire outside."

Chen Guan's fingers struck one of the forks heavily.

"In the west of the city, at Blackwater Wharf, is the smuggling stronghold of Flesh Embrace. The person in charge is called Viper, a fifth-level cultist, and he has several third- and fourth-level cultists under his command."

"Our first stop will begin here."

Chen Guan stood up, looked at Long Ao, and spoke in a calm tone that carried an irresistible force.

"Let's go and ruin their business."