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Darkness swallowed everything.

Only the tiny golden-red flame on the toothpick stubbornly danced in the air.

creak, creak.

The dense chewing sounds came from all directions, like countless mice gnawing on wood, the sounds close to the ground and reaching everyone's ears.

In the dimly lit venue, the wealthy and socialites who had scattered and fled stood frozen in place, their bodies convulsing uncontrollably.

"Brother, I'm cold."

Lin Mo shrank behind Li Haotian and gripped his security uniform tightly.

"It'll get hot soon."

After Li Haotian finished speaking, he flicked the burning toothpick between his fingers.

The toothpick transformed into a golden-red streak and stuck to the crystal chandelier in the center of the ceiling.

boom!

The flames instantly ignited the entire chandelier, and the golden-red flames exploded like a small sun, illuminating the entire venue as bright as day.

Under the light, everyone could see clearly.

The models who were walking the runway, and the monster that emerged from the man in the white suit, had swelled to over two meters tall.

Their bodies were covered with purple fleshy growths, and on these growths opened eyes without pupils.

They were lying on top of the unconscious tycoons, their mouths full of sharp teeth, gnawing on their flesh.

Wang Shao hid under the table and saw a monster dragging his newly hooked female companion, tearing off her arm. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted from fright.

"It is very impolite to disturb someone's meal."

Li Haotian lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his whole body turned into a blurry afterimage.

He suddenly had two more toothpicks in his hand.

A flash of golden light.

The two monsters at the front froze, a small hole appearing in the center of their foreheads.

Golden-red flames erupted from the holes, instantly turning them into charcoal.

The remaining monsters let out a shriek, abandoned the food in their mouths, and pounced on Li Haotian like madmen.

At the far end of the venue, the hidden door slowly opened.

A gray-robed man carrying a metal briefcase emerged, followed by a slender man dressed in black samurai attire.

The man wore wooden clogs, had a long, narrow samurai sword hanging from his waist, and wore a demon mask on his face.

The man in the gray robe watched the one-sided massacre unfold before him, adjusted his monocle, and spoke in a completely calm voice.

"Shadow Warrior, get rid of that fly."

"Don't hurt the 'mother'."

He pointed to Lin Mo, who was hiding behind the dining table.

The masked man nodded, his hand resting on the hilt of his knife.

He didn't move immediately, but quietly watched Li Haotian.

Li Haotian punched the last monster's head into the floor and dusted off his hands.

He turned around, looked at the two people at the door, and frowned.

"besides?"

The masked man, also known as the Shadow Warrior, slowly walked into the arena, his wooden clogs making a dull thud on the carpet.

Wherever he went, the air temperature dropped a few degrees.

"I am the fastest swordsman in the East Sea." The shadow warrior's voice came from under the mask, hoarse like two pieces of iron rubbing together.

"I don't want to kill someone who can't even move."

He pointed the knife at Li Haotian.

"I'll let you run ten meters first."

Li Haotian yawned and rubbed his eyes.

"Are you done talking?"

A flicker of anger flashed in the eyes beneath the shadow warrior's mask.

"you……"

"If you're done talking, then get to work." Li Haotian waved his hand impatiently. "My sister's waiting to come home and watch TV."

"court death!"

The shadow warrior roared, and the long sword at his waist was suddenly drawn.

No sound.

Only a silver line, moving at incredible speed, flashed through the air.

The sword light tore through the air, aiming straight for Li Haotian's throat.

Li Haotian stood still, without even blinking.

Just as the tip of the sword was about to touch his skin.

He held up two fingers.

Index finger and middle finger.

It was just a light, effortless pinch.

Ding!

A crisp sound.

The silver line, moving at an incredible speed, came to an abrupt end.

The shadow warrior's steel longsword, capable of cutting through iron like mud, was firmly held between two fingers, unable to advance even an inch further.

The shadow warrior's pupils suddenly contracted, and he exerted force on his wrist, trying to pull the sword back.

The longsword remained completely still.

"this one?"

Li Haotian looked at him with a disappointed expression.

"Hurry up, haven't you eaten enough?"

The shadow warrior felt humiliated like never before. He poured all his strength into his arm, and his face turned bright red.

"Open it... for me!"

click-

A crisp snapping sound.

Li Haotian's fingers, which were gripping the tip of the sword, shifted slightly.

The longsword, forged from a hundred times the finest steel, broke apart inch by inch, starting from the tip, like a fragile cookie.

In the blink of an eye, the entire longsword shattered into seven or eight pieces.

The shadow warrior stared blankly at the sword hilt that was now all he had left in his hand, his mind completely blank.

"Here you go."

Li Haotian flicked his wrist.

The sharp fragments of the sword blade transformed into streaks of silver light, spinning and flying away.

Whoosh whoosh!

The shards flew past the shadow warrior's scalp, bringing with them a cool breeze.

The shadow warrior stood frozen in place, not yet able to react.

A few strands of black hair fluttered down in front of his eyes.

He subconsciously reached up and touched his head.

smooth.

A smooth surface.

His meticulously styled long hair was shaved off completely, leaving him with a shiny bald head.

thump.

The shadow warrior's legs buckled, and he knelt on the ground.

He looked at the man in the security guard uniform, his eyes filled with nothing but fear.

"I...I was wrong...Please don't kill me..."

Li Haotian walked up to him, squatted down, picked up a shard of the sword blade, and scraped it off with his fingernail.

"Want to live?"

"Yes! Yes!" The shadow warrior nodded vigorously.

"Sure." Li Haotian stood up. "You were quite agile just now, why don't you dance for us?"

"Jump...jump what?" The Shadow Warrior looked bewildered.

"That one... the one with the two people going around in circles, what's it called again?" Li Haotian thought for a moment.

Lin Mo peeked out from behind, chewing on a piece of beef jerky that he had somehow pulled out.

"Errenzhuan!"

"Yes, it's a two-person comedy routine." Li Haotian clapped his hands. "Give us a performance, and I'll let you go if you do a good job."

The shadow warrior was dumbfounded.

He, the fastest swordsman in the East China Sea, a killer feared by all, is now going to perform a two-person comedy routine here, in front of so many people?

"What? You don't want to?" Li Haotian waved the shards of the sword in front of his eyes.

"Yes! Yes!"

The shadow warrior jolted awake and scrambled to his feet.

He tore off the red silk ribbon from his waist, swung it in his hand, and stiffly twisted his body while humming an off-key tune.

"The first month of the lunar calendar is the New Year..."

The once fearsome assassin now resembled a comical clown, energetically twisting and singing in the center of the chaotic meeting hall.

The gray-robed man at the door twitched uncontrollably upon seeing this scene.

He picked up his suitcase and turned to leave.

"stop."

Li Haotian's voice sounded behind him.

The gray-robed man froze.

"Leave the box."

"Boss," Su Wan's voice suddenly came through the earpiece, tinged with urgency, "Han Dehai isn't here! He's watching everything remotely! The security camera is right in the corner at your ten o'clock position!"

Li Haotian looked up and, sure enough, saw a miniature camera with a flashing red dot in the corner of the wall.

He ignored the gray-robed man and walked straight toward the camera.

He faced the camera and slowly raised his middle finger.

Then, deep within his pupils, a golden flame ignited.

He extended his index finger and slowly moved it across the camera.

Shila-

Li Haotian's figure disappeared from the camera's view.

Instead, there was a gigantic and ferocious creature scorched by golden flames—

The word "death".

Inside the venue, the shadow warrior who was vigorously twisting his body saw that word, his eyes rolled back, he foamed at the mouth, and fainted.