Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Chapter 141 Driving Away the Wolf, the Revolver Shows Its Power, Ambush

"I want to try out a technique, and I need to boil a pot of water."

Daisy put the plant away and turned to her bodyguard, Green, saying, "Green, take out the small iron pot from your backpack."

Xilun glanced at the mechanical pocket watch on his wrist; the hands pointed exactly to three in the afternoon.

"Let's take a break, have a meal, and then we should get ready to go back."

"Never spend the night in the wild," Siron said calmly. "That's common sense."

Just then, a mournful wolf howl suddenly came from the depths of the dense forest in the distance.

The whistling sound was long and cold, piercing through the miasma and causing a dull ache in one's eardrums.

Green's hand, which was unpacking his backpack, suddenly stopped. He turned his head sharply and stared intently at the bushes on his right.

There, at some unknown time, more than a dozen pairs of bright green eyes suddenly appeared.

These eyes flickered like will-o'-the-wisps in the dim woods, carrying undisguised greed and murderous intent.

With a low growl, the wolves slowly emerged from the shadows.

They are extremely large, with an estimated weight of over 90 kilograms, and their manes are as black as iron. Their claws leave deep marks on the decaying leaves.

"How is that possible?!"

Green hesitated for a moment, cold sweat beading on his forehead. "It seems to have been attracted by the scouts from the wolf pack we encountered earlier."

But I can't figure it out, I clearly just peed tiger poop.

Moreover, we are both Tier 1 Extraordinary Beings.

Green gripped the machete at his waist and gritted his teeth, saying, "Wolves are the best at sensing scents and are bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong."

Regardless of whether their fighting ability is comparable to ours, even if this wolf pack is very strong, and some of them are even refined mutants, they should absolutely not provoke us in order to minimize casualties.

Green was somewhat confused about the current situation, as it went against the instincts of wild animals.

In the instant that Green was stunned, the largest black wolf in the pack could not suppress its bloodthirsty instincts. It suddenly exerted force with its hind legs and transformed into a black lightning bolt, pouncing towards Daisy, who looked the weakest.

A foul stench filled the air.

The next moment, Xiren's eyes turned cold, and his right hand drew the "Resentment Revolver" from his waist with a speed that was almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

"Bang!"

A deafening gunshot shattered the deathly silence of the forest.

A dark red tongue of fire shot out from the muzzle of the gun.

This is definitely not the color of ordinary gunpowder burning, but rather the color of resentful fire element mixed with extremely high temperature.

The bullet struck the black wolf precisely in the waist.

These giant wolves, nearly the size of an adult human, have bones as hard as iron, so they shouldn't be too afraid of ordinary pepper-box pistols.

However, the extremely high temperature of the bullets from the Resentful Revolver caused a violent explosion the moment they came into contact with the wolf skin.

Flames shot into the sky, and the stench of burning flesh filled the air instantly.

The giant wolf let out a mournful howl, its massive body suddenly halting in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground, slamming into a nearby dead tree. It twitched a few times before going still, a charred hole blasted into its waist.

Upon seeing this, the other wolves, who were preparing to follow the charge, stopped in their tracks instantly, a hint of human-like fear flashing in their eyes, and they hesitated.

Xiren held a revolver, the muzzle still emitting faint smoke, and nodded slightly.

Although they didn't know why the wolves attacked them so unusually, it was clear that these beasts knew how to bully the weak and fear the strong.

Faced with overwhelming firepower, they retreated.

But when Xilun looked closely, he found that although they were no longer charging, they had not completely retreated either. Instead, they had dispersed far away, hiding in the shadows of the trees, staring intently at the spot.

"Something's not right. Should we go somewhere else?" Xilun turned to look at Green.

Just then, Susie produced a new talisman without anyone noticing.

She channeled her strength into her hands and chanted slowly at an extremely fast pace.

The moment the talisman was activated, it did not emit light, but instead emitted a peculiar, extremely pungent gas.

The gas had a pale yellowish-brown color and quickly dispersed along the ground.

When Xilun smelled the odor, he immediately felt a bit pungent in his nose and a slight stinging sensation in his lungs.

He pinched his nose, about to ask what it was.

Suddenly, his eyes widened in surprise.

The moment the wolves in the distance came into contact with the yellowish-brown gas, it was as if they had smelled some extremely terrifying predator. They let out terrified whimpers, tucked their tails between their legs, and turned and fled into the depths of the dense forest without hesitation, never to look back.

Only the corpse of a wolf, killed by the Resentful Revolver, remained on the ground.

Looking at the remnants of the talisman in Susie's hand, Green couldn't help but exclaim, "What amazing stuff! Even I find the smell eerie."

He walked over and lifted the wolf carcass, which weighed nearly 200 pounds.

As someone who makes a living in the wild year-round, he is particularly interested in this kind of high-end wild game.

"The wolf pack's behavior today is too strange."

As Green tossed the wolf carcass beside the camp, he frowned and said, "The way they charged just now didn't seem like they were hunting; it was more like they were being chased from behind by something far more terrifying."

After all, a normal wild wolf wouldn't attack us if it smelled tiger dung.

Xilun didn't reply, but looked at Susie.

Susie had already sat down again, took out a piece of dried meat from her pocket, lowered her head, and gnawed on it like a hamster, as if she hadn't been the one who had just driven away the wolves.

"What kind of talisman is this?" Xilun asked.

Susie stopped chewing, glanced at him, widened her eyes, and said softly in her cool voice, "Earth Dragon Talisman. It contains the scent of an underground venomous dragon's excrement, which can scare away lower-level wild animals. They'll think there's an adult earth dragon here."

Xilun nodded slightly and asked no further questions.

Seeing that Green and Daisy were starting a fire and setting up a platform, and putting up an iron pot, it seemed that they were going to cook the ingredients they had just picked into something else.

Xilun picked up the water bottle, took a sip, and found that the water was almost gone.

"I'm going to fetch some water from that stream over there. Do you need some water too?" Xilun asked.

Daisy pulled out two shriveled water pouches and handed them to Siren: "Thank you for your help, Mr. Siren."

Xilun took the water bag and turned to walk towards the direction from which the sound of water came from, several dozen meters away.

Meanwhile, in a dense canopy less than two hundred meters from the camp.

One-Eyed Bart was perched on a thick tree trunk, peering through binoculars at the activity in the camp.

When he saw the wolf pack easily dispersed by the yellowish-brown gas, a shadow crossed his remaining right eye.

He frowned deeply and muttered a curse under his breath, "This is going to be difficult."

He originally planned to use the wolf pack to wear down the four men's strength and ammunition, and also to find out their strength.

He had used this "driving away the wolf to devour the tiger" tactic many times, but he never expected that the seemingly dull-witted little girl in the opposing team was actually quite good at mysticism, and a tattered piece of paper was enough to neutralize his attack.

"I intended to wear them down, but it seems I haven't done much of a drain on them."

Bart stroked his messy beard and suddenly found himself in a dilemma.

The opponent has a first-tier extraordinary being; if they fight head-on, his rabble will definitely suffer heavy casualties.

Just as he was hesitating, Bart suddenly noticed through his binoculars that the man in the dark blue suit who had just shot and killed the giant wolf was getting up and leaving the camp with a water bag, heading towards the stream.

Bart's heart skipped a beat; he thought to himself, "A perfect opportunity!"

He immediately turned to his dozen or so men who were lying in ambush under the tree and instructed them, "The enemy is one person short and is now resting, so they will probably be less vigilant."

He pointed to one of his smaller, more stealthy henchmen: "You, take a poisoned dagger and go to the stream to kill the man drawing water."

Although he's a good shot, in that unguarded situation by the stream, you could easily slip up and slit his throat.

Then, Bart gripped his heavy saber tightly, his eyes gleaming with greed and lust: "The rest of you, come with me. I'll lead you to raid the camp from the other side."

"As long as we take those two girls hostage immediately, the remaining burly bodyguard will be too afraid to resist."

After giving the order, Bart subconsciously licked his dry lips.

He's been eyeing women for a long time.

If he hadn't been wanted for murder and becoming a bandit back then, how could he have ended up living this inhuman, ghostly life in this dark and damp forest?

Now, wandering in the wilderness, what I lack most is women.

He had already planned it out in his mind. He intended to save up some money, buy a ticket to a distant ship, leave this continent completely, buy a big house overseas, and start a stable life again. That would put his mind at ease.

He had just observed the team closely; their equipment was extremely sophisticated, and the revolver in the man in the suit's hand was an extraordinary item.

These people definitely have a lot of money.

"I'll stop after I've made this one big score!"

Bart let out a beastly growl in his heart, then waved his hand, leading his men like ghosts as they crept towards the camp.

The stream deep in the forest is not wide, and the water flows through the moss-covered rocks, making a low gurgling sound.

The stream was eerily clear, so clear that you could even see the pale animal skeletons on the riverbed.

Xilun walked to the creek, planted the bulletproof black umbrella in the soft mud, and squatted down.

He pulled out the stopper of the water bag and pressed it into the water.

The icy stream water quickly filled the leather bag, making a "glug glug" sound.

"The water is very clear."

Xilun looked at the water and secretly pondered, "But to be on the safe side, we should still have Daisy boil the water when we throw it back, and it would be best to filter it with charcoal again."

The parasites in this kind of place are no joke.

Just as he looked down at his reflection in the water.

A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, causing them to fall softly from the treetops.

In the reflection on the water, besides Xilun's own outline, there suddenly appeared an extremely blurry shadow that almost blended into the surrounding shadows.

The shadow appeared silently behind Xilun as if it had emerged from the soil out of thin air.

There was no murderous intent, no breathing, and even the sound of footsteps on fallen leaves was deliberately suppressed to the extreme.

The next moment, a cold, dark blue light tore through the air and pierced straight at the back of Xilun's head.

The dagger's blade was coated with a deadly poison that could kill an elephant in three seconds with just a slight scratch.

However, for Xilun, who had already mastered the "Great Sea Whale Guiding Technique" to its extreme and whose senses were abnormally sharp, this level of sneak attack was too slow.

Just as the dagger was about to pierce his skin, Xilun's head suddenly tilted to the left at an angle that defied the natural laws of human skeletal structure.

"laugh--

—

The poisoned dagger pierced through the air just past his ear, and the sharp gust of wind severed a lock of his black hair.

The assassin's pupils constricted sharply, clearly not expecting his deadly strike to miss.

Just as he was about to draw his sword and change his stance, Xilun's right hand shot out like an iron clamp, firmly gripping his wrist that was holding the sword.

Xilun didn't even turn his head; his massive internal energy erupted instantly.

Using his squatting posture, he suddenly exerted force from his waist, pulled downwards with his right hand, and simultaneously thrust his shoulder upwards.

An extremely ruthless over-the-shoulder throw.

"Bang!"

The assassin's slender body was flipped over from behind Xilun, arcing through the air in a semi-circle before being slammed heavily onto the hard pebbles by the stream like a tattered sack.

The crisp sound of the spine breaking was particularly jarring against the sound of the stream.

The man let out a mournful wail, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and the dagger in his hand slipped from his grasp.

Xilun slowly stood up, bent down and pulled the poisoned dagger out of the soil, playing with it in his hand for a moment.

He looked down at the man convulsing on the ground, his gaze as cold as if he were looking at a corpse.

"Who are you?" Siren asked calmly.

The man gritted his teeth, his face covered in blood, but he remained silent, staring intently at Xilun with eyes full of resentment and fear.

Clearly, he had been well tamed by the leader named Bart.

According to the rules of the bandits, if you betray your leader, the consequences will be worse than death.

Xiren frowned. He didn't have time to waste here.

He crouched down and expressionlessly grabbed the man's left hand.

The dagger's blade pierced precisely into the gap between the man's index fingernail.

"ah--!"

With a slight flick of his wrist, Xilun ripped off one of his fingernails, causing blood to gush out instantly.

"Are you alone, or with a group?" Xiren's voice remained completely flat, as if he were doing something insignificant. "What's your purpose? Do I know you? Or is there some conflict of interest?"

The pain of being tortured so intensely, like the pain of being cut off from the heart, instantly shattered the assassin's mental defenses.

When Xilun's dagger pressed against his second finger, the man finally couldn't bear the excruciating pain any longer and his mind completely broke down. He let out a wailing cry: "It's—it's One-Eyed Bart! We're Bart's men!"

"Who is he?" Xiren stopped what he was doing.

"He—he used to be from Saint Laurent City, but then he became a street racer."

The man coughed up blood and incoherently explained, "He hit and killed a high-ranking police officer from the Metropolitan Police Department and was wanted throughout the city. With nowhere else to go, he fled to this wild forest and became a bandit. He specifically targeted passing caravans and herb gatherers—"

Xilun nodded slightly.

So, this group of people came for their valuables.

Since this assassin was sent to kill him, it means that the other side used a split-force tactic.