Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Seeing that Xiren was staring at the mercenaries, Diano quickly explained again:

"Sir, they are really just ordinary daily necessities, such as rice, flour, and cooking oil."

These days, the roads aren't safe, and my friend is a bit of a scaredy-cat, so he hired extra people. You can check it yourself, sir.

Xilun nodded slightly, going along with it:

"Since that's the case, and you've already brought it up, then let's investigate."

Diano's expression froze instantly, and the smile he had been maintaining was completely frozen on his face.

He thought that by bringing up his friend and this show of force, Xilun would at most ask him a few questions.

He hadn't expected that Xilun would actually investigate!

The top layer is indeed normal rice and grain used to conceal the truth, but the lower layers are filled with deadly contraband that must never be exposed to the light of day!

What was originally just a polite remark to extricate himself has now pushed him to the brink of disaster.

Diano was caught in a dilemma, sweat mixed with rainwater running into his eyes, stinging him intensely.

He could only grit his teeth and force out a single word: "Okay... then let me show it to the adults."

He walked heavily to the back seat of the second vehicle, climbed onto the cargo bed, pointed to a layer of burlap sacks spread out on top, lifted a corner, and said in a dry voice:

"Please look, sir. It's all top-quality brown rice, and there's nothing wrong with it."

Siren stood beneath the car, his umbrella slightly raised, his eyes fixed on Diano, and said coldly:

"Don't try to fool me with this junk. I want to see the hidden compartments underneath. Lift it all up."

Diano's face turned completely ashen; he knew that this was a genuine investigation with no room for negotiation.

His hand rested on the edge of the thick, waterproof curtain at the bottom, trembling violently. For a moment, he was torn between lifting it and not lifting it.

Just as Diano hesitated and despaired, the mercenaries standing behind Xiren seemed to have made a decision in a brief exchange of glances.

The three first-tier baptized mercenaries exchanged a glance, a savage killing intent flashing in their eyes.

They slowly drew their long, narrow swords from beneath their cloaks, the sharp blades flashing in the rainy night.

The three of them stared coldly at Xilun's unguarded back, forming a triangular shape, and silently approached through the muddy ground.

When they were less than three steps away from Xilun, the three of them looked at each other again.

One of them couldn't contain himself any longer and stomped his right foot on the ground, splashing mud and water everywhere.

He leaped into the air like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, knife in both hands.

"Die!"

Facing him head-on, a long and heavy battle blade, imbued with the ferocious power of a first-tier baptized, tore through the rain and slashed fiercely toward the back of Xilun's head with a piercing whistling sound!

call--

Just as the blade was about to strike, Xilun didn't turn his head and suddenly opened the black umbrella in his hand backward and upward!

clang!

A deafening clang of metal clashing rang out. The powerful, heavy blade struck the black umbrella squarely.

What's astonishing is that beneath that seemingly fragile umbrella, a black alloy frame firmly supports it.

Supported by the terrifying power unleashed by the "Great Sea Whale Guidance Technique" in Sirona, the umbrella remained completely still, without even the slightest curve!

The person being baptized felt a sharp pain in the web of his hands, as if the sword had struck an unshakeable iron mountain. The immense recoil caused his blood to surge in his chest, and his body, which was in mid-air, instantly lost its balance.

The next second, Xilun flicked his wrist with incredible agility, and the tip of the umbrella drew a strange arc in mid-air, deftly deflecting the deflected blade like a viper flicking its tongue.

Then, the tip of the umbrella transformed into a black lightning bolt, piercing straight and without hindrance into the vulnerable throat of the baptized person!

"Pfft!"

The dull thud of flesh being pierced by a sharp weapon rang out.

The man's body froze in mid-air. His pride in his strength and fighting skills proved utterly ineffective against Xilun's casual strike.

His throat cartilage was mercilessly pierced by the cold, hard tip of the umbrella, and blood gushed out of the wound like a fountain.

Xilun coldly withdrew his umbrella, and the man's heavy body slammed into the mud like a rag doll.

He clutched his throat, which was leaking air, and desperately opened his mouth, but could only make a "gurgling" sound of blood bubbles.

The next moment, he collapsed to the ground, twitched a few times, and then stopped moving.

The other two baptized individuals, who were preparing to flank the attackers, froze in place, their swift movements abruptly halted.

Seeing their companion's gruesome death with eyes wide open, they were filled with shock and horror.

This was a fully armed Tier 1 Baptized! And yet, he was instantly killed with an umbrella without even turning his head?!

Just how abnormally powerful is this person?!

Just as the two were filled with terror and hesitated between fighting and fleeing...

Xilun slowly turned around, his deep eyes devoid of any emotion, only showing indifference to life.

He looked at the two frozen mercenaries behind him, his leather shoes splashing in the puddles, and took a step forward.

He gripped the umbrella handle with one hand, the muscles in his arm instantly bulging, and a massive surge of blood and qi flowed into the black umbrella like a burst dam. Then, he thrust it forward with a fierce thrust!

With this thrust, the fierce marksmanship of the heavy alloy gun that was originally hidden under the umbrella was instantly revealed!

The air produced a piercing sonic boom from the intense friction of the umbrella tip. This attack gave the two mercenaries the illusion of overwhelming divine power, as if they were facing an unstoppable army.

Terrified, the two could only instinctively roar and raise their swords, crossing them in front of their chests, attempting to join forces to resist this deadly blow.

"Slap! Slap!"

In just two extremely brief breaths, the two steel-forged battle blades were easily pried open and shattered like fragile wooden sticks by the violent force of the umbrella tip.

"laugh!"

It was another sickeningly loud sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh.

The second person to be baptized had bulging eyes and clutched his throat tightly.

At that moment, the not-so-sharp tip of the umbrella had already pierced through his cervical spine.

No matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't imagine that their fully armed mercenary team, who killed without blinking an eye in the wilderness, could be slaughtered like dogs by someone using a ridiculous umbrella.

Xilun strolled leisurely in the rainy night, holding an umbrella.

The ten people surrounding him were like paper in front of him.

He casually killed the two strongest baptists, then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the third baptist was terrified and was about to run wildly into the dark woods.

"Trying to run away?"

Xilun snorted coldly, then suddenly stomped his body on the ground, causing the soil to explode.

His speed exploded to its limit in that instant, as if he were teleporting, covering a distance of more than ten meters in just a few steps, and instantly closing in on the fleeing mercenary.

He reached out his free left hand and gripped the other man's armored shoulder tightly with his five fingers as strong as steel bars.

Amid the other person's terrified screams, Xilun exerted force with his arm, swinging the entire person backward through the air and then slamming him heavily onto the hard gravel road like a tattered sack!

"Bang!"

The man's spine cracked with a series of sharp, popping sounds, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Without a shred of pity, Xilun raised his custom-made suit and leather shoes and, with immense force, slammed them into his chest.

"Crack!"

His entire chest caved in deeply under that kick, his ribs shattered and his internal organs pierced.

The third person to be baptized rolled his eyes back and instantly stopped breathing.

Only then did the remaining five or six ordinary mercenaries finally wake up from this nightmarish massacre.

They dropped their weapons like madmen and fled in all directions, howling and screaming.

Finally, someone tried to run, but Xiren remained unhurried. He switched the black umbrella to his left hand and placed it on his shoulder, while his right hand slowly reached into his robes.

He pulled out the "Resentment Revolver" that gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Deafening gunshots rang out one after another in the rainy night.

With one hand holding the gun, Xilun didn't even look closely before decisively pulling the trigger, relying on the abnormal perception and locking ability of an extreme realm expert.

Sparks, like fiery serpents, splattered from the gun muzzle, tracing deadly paths through the night. Every shot hit its mark!

The gunfire stopped just moments later.

The six figures frantically fleeing all had charred, burning holes torn open by large-caliber bullets.

Like puppets whose strings had been pulled out, they all collapsed headfirst into the muddy water, their limbs twitching a few times before they stopped breathing completely.

Only then did Celen leisurely spin his revolver, put it back in its holster, and slowly turn his head to look at Dean, who had been standing motionless on the truck.

From the moment the first baptized person launched their attack to the moment the entire army was wiped out, the whole process took only about ten breaths.

Nine fully armed and battle-hardened guards had all turned into cold corpses, lying haphazardly on the muddy road.

Diano stood at the edge of the carriage, looking down at the one-sided massacre, completely consumed by horror and extreme fear.

This terrifying ability to kill as easily as mowing grass was completely beyond the comprehension of this lowly old thug.

A first-order baptized being couldn't even withstand a single move from Xilun!

That black umbrella and that revolver that spewed flames were practically death knells for reaping souls.

Dean trembled violently, his legs shaking like a sieve. His knees buckled, and with a thud, he fell directly from the carriage onto the muddy ground, crawling and scrambling to his knees before Xilun's spotless leather shoes.

"Governor...I was wrong...I was really wrong, please spare me!"

Deano was in tears, his forehead slamming heavily against the stone, drawing blood.

Xilun lowered his eyes slightly, looking at Diano who was lying there like a dead dog, and asked in a flat voice, "Oh? What did you do wrong?"

Diano knelt on the ground, his face contorted in despair and panic. Suddenly, as if grasping at a straw, he came up with what he considered a brilliant and wicked plan.

He wanted to frame Dawson for everything! He would say that the Iron Fist gang forced him to do everything, and that he knew nothing about what was in the car!

"My lord! I was blinded by greed and believed the lies of that old dog Dawson from the Iron Fist Gang!"

Diano looked up, his face filled with grief and remorse. "I was utterly loyal to you, sir, and to the Brotherhood, heaven and earth bear witness! They forced me into this!"

Upon hearing this, Xilun raised an eyebrow slightly, feigning surprise and pausing for a moment:

"And what about Dawson? Isn't that the leader of the Iron Fist Gang? How did he pressure you?"

Seeing that Xilen seemed to believe him, Diano hurriedly took out the secret letter he had just received that morning from the innermost pocket of his clothes, his hands trembling, and handed it over with both hands raised high.

"My lord, this is the threatening letter that Dawson sent me this morning."

He seized on a past mistake I made, forcing me to cooperate with their operation tonight and let the goods pass through.

I truly know absolutely nothing about the specific details!

Xilun reached out and took the letter, which was still slightly warm from his body.

Just as Xilun lowered his head and his gaze fell on the envelope, a sudden change occurred!

Diano, who was kneeling on the ground in a panic with snot and tears streaming down his face, suddenly flashed a vicious, venomous light in his eyes.

He suddenly pulled out his right hand, which was hidden under his abdomen, and a short-barreled pepperbox pistol loaded with ammunition was pointed firmly at Siron's temple!

The cold muzzle of the gun pressed against Xiren's skin, and the veins on the back of Diano's hand, which was gripping the gun, bulged.

The panic on his face finally disappeared completely, replaced by a long-suppressed arrogance, conceit, and a desperate rage.

"Hahahaha!" Diano sneered, his eyes filled with utter contempt. "Silen, you never dreamed this would happen! You underestimated me, you were far too careless!"

He gripped the gun tightly, gritting his teeth and roaring:

"No matter how good you are at fighting, no matter how ruthless you are at killing, you are still just a flesh-and-blood being at the level of a Baptist!"

"You got your head smashed by a single shot at such close range. No matter how skilled you are, you're going to die here today!"

However, even in the face of this deadly threat, Siron did not stop reading the letters.

He slowly read through the letter, then closed it with one hand and put it in his pocket. Only then did he turn his head slightly, looking at the gun barrel so close to him, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"I wasn't careless. All along the way, I've been wondering how an old fox like you would turn the tables on me when you're cornered."

Xilun curled his lip slightly, revealing an undisguised disdain as he looked at the crude pistol. "What a disappointment. I thought you would at least have a detonator or a high-level extraordinary weapon hidden in there."

I never expected your last trump card to be such an outdated pepper-box pistol.

Diano was completely stunned.

Has this kid gone mad?! He's being held at gunpoint with a rifle pointed directly at his head!

Once a bullet leaves the barrel, even a miracle won't save you.

How dare he speak so arrogantly and presumptuously at a time like this?!

"Stop playing the fool!" Diano felt utterly humiliated and contemptuous. Enraged, he pressed the gun forward again and roared, "Behave yourself! Kneel down right now and have your men clear the way!"

Xiren sighed, his eyes softening with pity, and said softly:

"If this is all the tricks you have up your sleeve, then I think you might as well just die peacefully."

Upon hearing this, Diano's anger completely overwhelmed his reason.

It seems this greenhorn is truly oblivious to danger and can't see the bigger picture!

He didn't want to blow Xilun's head off immediately; leaving him alive might allow him to be used as a hostage when leaving the North District.

But now, he has to make the other party realize what reality is!

He suddenly pressed his wrist down, and the muzzle of the gun instantly moved from his temple to Xiren's heart.

"Go to hell! You little beast!"

"Bang!"

Without hesitation, Diano pulled the trigger hard!

A deafening gunshot rang out at extremely close range between the two, and the smoke from the gun barrels mixed with the smell of gunpowder instantly filled the air.

In that instant, time seemed to stretch out infinitely.