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Li Haotian's cleaver didn't stop; the blade angled as it parted a purple lantern.

The paper lamp cover exploded instantly, and the purple flames inside scattered like startled sparrows.

The gray-robed leader had barely raised his hand when Li Haotian was already right in front of his nose.

"What are you doing here in the middle of the night, carrying a lantern and pretending to be a ghost?"

Li Haotian slammed his shoulder into the other man's chest, causing a large dent.

The gray-robed man didn't bleed, but his body emitted a stench reminiscent of rotting lilies.

With a swift stroke of the cleaver, he cleaved the remaining lanterns in two.

The fire went out.

The deathly silence at the entrance of Jinghaiting Villa was shattered by the sound of hurried footsteps.

Chen Dong, leading dozens of Dragon Shield members in black uniforms, rushed out from behind the green belt.

"Brother Dazhu, slow down! Leave these bastards alive!"

Chen Dong ran and shouted, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Li Haotian slung the cleaver over his shoulder, hooked his toe, and kicked the gray robe off the ground.

There was nothing but a few purplish bones beneath the robe, not even a piece of meat.

"It's already broken. If you want it, take a broom and sweep these pieces back together."

Li Haotian turned around and looked at Lin Mo sitting on the steps of the villa.

The little girl hugged her knees, and the golden light in her pupils completely disappeared.

Chen Dong ran up to the ground, panting, and glanced at the purple scum covering the ground.

"This is the Shadow Force of the Pioneers, specializing in assassinations."

Li Haotian pursed his lips and didn't respond to that.

He walked to the side and pulled a shriveled figure out from the pile of rocks.

That was Han Dehai, the old man whose head and face were covered in slime, and he was sitting there with his eyes rolling back.

Li Haotian tossed Han Dehai into Chen Dong's arms like a broken sack.

"This guy's got a tough life, take him back and interrogate him."

"Remember this, this guy is too stubborn. I suggest locking him up for a few more days and not feeding him."

Chen Dong hurriedly caught Han Dehai, almost knocking himself over from the stench.

"Okay, Brother Dazhu, don't worry. We'll have plenty of ways to deal with him once we get to the station."

Just then, the roar of an engine came from the path in the distance.

A bright red SUV suddenly made a U-turn, its tires screeching against the ground and emitting a plume of black smoke.

The car was going extremely fast, and it looked like it was about to crash through the fence of the villa area.

Li Haotian narrowed his eyes, his gaze locking onto the panicked face behind the windshield.

Zhao Tianming.

This bastard had been hiding in the back watching the show, and when he sensed things were going badly, he tried to run away.

"Trying to leave? Did you ask this brick in my hand first?"

Li Haotian bent down and picked up half a red brick from under the half-collapsed gatepost.

He weighed it in his right hand, then used his waist to swing it out forcefully.

The brick sliced ​​through the air, producing a sharp whistling sound.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The red brick landed squarely on the hood of the SUV.

The front of the car collapsed instantly, as if it had been crushed head-on by a hydraulic press weighing several tons.

A burst of fire erupted from the engine, and metal fragments flew everywhere.

The car spun around on the spot, locked all four wheels, and lay firmly in the drainage ditch.

Zhao Tianming squeezed out of the airbag and scrambled out.

Several members of the Dragon Shield team immediately surrounded him and pressed his face into the concrete ground.

"Run, keep running, let's see if your car can grow legs."

Li Haotian brushed the bricks and dirt off his hands and swaggered toward Lin Mo.

Chen Dong wiped his sweat, staring at the wrecked car, his eyelids twitching.

"Brother Dazhu, with your shooting skills, aren't you going to participate in the Olympics?"

"I'm not interested. Winning a gold medal won't put food on the table."

Li Haotian squatted down in front of Lin Mo and rubbed her head with his large hand.

"How are you feeling? Still have hair growing in your head?"

Lin Mo sniffed and pointed to the brightly lit commercial street outside the villa.

"Haotian, there's a smell of cotton candy over there, it smells sweet."

Li Haotian was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Your nose is sharper than radar, come on, let me take you shopping."

He reached out and picked Lin Mo up, and the little girl naturally wrapped her arms around his neck.

Academician Wang and his medical team tried to follow, but Li Haotian glared at them and stopped them.

"Brother Dazhu, these physical stats..."

"Data my ass, we're starving, let's fill our stomachs first."

Li Haotian carried Lin Mo and strode out of the villa area.

The Dragon Shield members around them unconsciously made way for them, their eyes filled with awe.

Just as he reached the corner, a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in the shadows behind him.

It was an assassin hidden in the tree canopy, moving with extreme subtlety.

A thin needle, gleaming with a cold, purplish light, went straight for the back of Li Haotian's head.

Li Haotian didn't even turn his head, as if he had eyes in the back of his head.

He stretched out his left hand and gently pinched two fingers together in mid-air.

"bite."

A half-inch-long poisoned needle was tightly wedged between his fingers.

"Even three-year-olds don't play with these kinds of toys anymore."

Li Haotian flicked his wrist, leaving a trail of afterimages.

The poisoned needle returned along the same path and instantly disappeared into the depths of the bushes.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing scream tore through the night sky.

"Ah—! My butt!"

The assassin fell from the tree, clutching his backside, and rolled on the ground in pain.

Li Haotian blew on his fingertips, his steps remaining perfectly steady.

Chen Dong stood there, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit a duck egg.

He turned his head and looked at the few newcomers who had just joined the team.

"Did you see that clearly? This is Brother Dazhu. Keep your eyes open in the future."

The newlyweds nodded vigorously, their hands trembling as they gripped the gun barrels.

"Are all security companies this greedy these days?"

One of the team members muttered to himself, his face full of disbelief.

Li Haotian passed the guard post in the villa area and walked past several security guards on duty who were in a daze.

He habitually tightened his uniform, even though the clothes were already torn in several places.

"Brother Dazhu... how much does it cost to buy cotton candy?"

Lin Mo asked softly in his arms, her voice gentle and sweet.

"One dollar and fifty cents each, I'll give you two, one in each hand."

Li Haotian pulled out a few crumpled coins from his pocket.

The neon lights of the commercial street shone on his face, giving off a strange, smoky atmosphere.

Who would have thought that this was the same man who had just dismantled a bio-monster and an armored vehicle with his bare hands?

Right now, he's counting coins over a 1.5 yuan cotton candy.

Several girls in miniskirts brushed past Li Haotian on the roadside, glancing at his tattered vest with disdain.

"How tacky, a security guard taking a silly little girl out shopping."

Li Haotian ignored all of this and walked straight to the stall at the corner.

The uncle behind the stall was skillfully stirring the white sugar threads.

"Boss, give me two large ones, and the best colors."

The middle-aged man looked up at Li Haotian, then at the Dragon Shield convoy following closely behind him.

The scene was extremely bizarre.

A dozen or so heavy off-road vehicles, with air raid sirens blaring, followed closely behind a security guard.

Chen Dong, who was in the car, was frantically issuing instructions over the walkie-talkie.

"All personnel on high alert! A 500-meter radius area is now under special lockdown!"

"Snipers lock onto high ground; any suspicious individuals spotted, kill without mercy!"

The uncle selling cotton candy almost dropped the wooden skewer into the stove because his hand trembled.

"Young man... are you here to collect protection money with this entourage?"

Li Haotian slapped the coin on the cutting board and casually took an empty mineral water bottle from the hood of the car at the front of the convoy.

"Ignore them, they're just a bunch of tagalongs. They have to stay here even for a simple dinner party."

He took a pink cotton candy and put it in Lin Mo's hand.

Lin Mo opened his mouth and took a big bite, his face covered in a ring of white sugar strands.

"Haotian, so sweet."

Li Haotian smiled and took another blue one, then took a bite himself.

"It is indeed quite sweet, much better than that rotten smell from before."

As he ate, his eyes swept over the crowd of people around him.

Those eyes hidden in the shadows did not seem to disappear because of this shock.

Instead, they gathered together like sharks that had smelled blood.

The top of an office building at the other end of the commercial street.

The man wearing a monocle was staring at Li Haotian's back with binoculars.

"This is just an appetizer, Li Haotian. The mother's appetite is much bigger than you imagine."

Li Haotian stopped and looked back at the office building.

He frowned slightly and spat out a piece of unmelted sugar crumb.

"Brother Dazhu, what happened?"

Chen Dong strode forward, his hand already touching the gun at his waist.

Li Haotian waved his hand and threw the last bit of wooden skewers into the trash can.

"It's nothing, there are just too many flies, the smell is making me lose my appetite."

He looked towards the distant horizon, where the night sky had a somber purple hue.

The neon lights of Donghai City still flickered, but in the ditch under the lights...

Something indescribable is spreading wildly down the sewers.

"Chen Dong, please ask for a day off for me tomorrow."

Li Haotian suddenly blurted out this sentence.

"Huh? Where are you going?"

Li Haotian stretched, and a series of cracking sounds came from his bones.

"Go to the market and buy some authentic braised pork seasoning."

"And while you're at it, drag out all those rats hiding in the sewers, one by one."

Lin Mo obediently lay on his back, having already eaten half of the cotton candy in her hand.

She pointed to a construction site to the east and blurted out something out of the blue.

"Haotian, the heart down there is beating."

Li Haotian's pupils suddenly contracted, and a thin golden light flashed across his eyes once more.

He didn't speak, but carried Lin Mo on his back and walked into the long and deep night.

The Dragon Shield convoy behind them dispersed silently and disappeared into the complex streets.

The temperature on the once bustling commercial street seemed to drop several degrees in an instant.

Only the uncle selling cotton candy was still staring at the three coins on the cutting board.

On the coin, a faint layer of golden patterns has appeared at some point.

Under the streetlights, those patterns radiated a heart-pounding heat.

"The East China Sea is really about to change."

The man touched the coin, muttered to himself, then quickly pushed his cart and disappeared around the corner.

In a corner where no one was paying attention, a man in a food delivery uniform was slowly riding by on an electric scooter.

Beneath his helmet, two cold, lonely red lights flickered.

A specially made silver briefcase was strapped to the back of his car seat.

A line of small characters is clearly engraved on the handle of the suitcase.

"Pioneer Laboratory: Sector B Clearance Plan Initiated"

Li Haotian stopped in his tracks.

He felt the concrete floor beneath his feet tremble slightly.

A familiar yet repulsive aura is gushing forth from the depths of the earth's crust.

He took an unlit cigarette out of his pocket and put it in his mouth.

"I've seen this kind of scene many times."

He said softly.

His left hand was already resting on the bronze dagger at his lower back.