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He abruptly opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the crowd like lightning: "Immediately issue the order! Everyone retreat! Retreat to the headquarters of the Forensic Bureau! Activate all headquarters mechanisms, and recall the Black Riders to the outskirts of Kyoto to await further orders. I want to see if this Net dares to challenge the impregnable defenses of my Forensic Bureau!"

"yes!"

Although everyone felt aggrieved, Chen Pingping's authority was immense, and no one dared to disobey his orders. They immediately bowed and accepted the command, then hurriedly dispersed to arrange the retreat.

However, Chen Pingping underestimated the madness of the Luo Wang organization and Li Chengze's determination to completely cripple the Jianchayuan.

Although he gave the order to retreat decisively, the Censorate was a large organization with many people. It would be difficult to recall all the tentacles scattered throughout Kyoto in a short period of time.

Just as the Detective Agency's carrier pigeons took to the sky and the spies began packing their bags to leave, the Net's retaliation came down like a raging storm!

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At dusk, in the southern part of Kyoto, at the Spring Breeze and Dew Tea House.

On the surface, this place is an elegant haven for scholars and literati to enjoy tea and music, but in reality, it is the largest intelligence hub of the Censorate in the southern part of the city. Every day, countless pieces of information about the movements of court officials and rumors in the streets converge here, and are then secretly sent to the headquarters of the Censorate by special agents.

The teahouse owner, surnamed Wang, was a seemingly kind and wealthy fat man, but in reality, he was a senior clerk in the First Division of the Censorate.

At this moment, Boss Wang was pacing anxiously back and forth in the secret room in the backyard. He had just received the red evacuation order from headquarters, requiring all personnel to immediately destroy classified documents and retreat back to the compound in small groups.

"Quick! Burn all these account books and secret letters! Don't leave a single scrap of paper!" Boss Wang, sweating profusely, directed his dozen or so spies to dump basket after basket of documents into the fire pit.

"Manager, the staff outside have been dismissed, and the carriage is ready in the back alley," a trusted aide ran in to report.

"Okay, hurry up! I've been feeling a constant twitching in my right eyelid all day, and my heart is pounding." Boss Wang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Just then, a very faint "plop" sound came from outside the secret room, as if a sharp object had pierced a water bag full of water.

Boss Wang froze abruptly. Having spent years walking the line between life and death, he was all too familiar with that sound—the sound of a sharp blade slicing through a throat and blood gushing out.

"Who?!"

Boss Wang suddenly drew his short knife from his waist, and more than a dozen secret agents also stopped what they were doing, drew their weapons, and stared intently at the heavy wooden door of the secret room.

There was a deathly silence outside the door.

There were no footsteps, no breathing, and even the wind seemed to have stopped.

"Go take a look." Boss Wang winked at his trusted aide.

The confidant swallowed hard, gripped his longsword tightly, and cautiously walked to the door. He took a deep breath and suddenly flung open the wooden door.

"Whoosh—"

The moment the wooden door was pulled open, an extremely dazzling pink sword aura, like the first eerie ray of light at dawn, instantly tore through the dim light.

The trusted aide didn't even have time to scream before his body was cleaved in two by the pink sword energy. Blood mixed with internal organs splattered like a torrential rain onto the blue brick floor of the secret chamber.

"Enemy attack!!!"

Boss Wang's eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a shrill roar.

Outside the door, a graceful figure slowly walked into the secret room.

It was a woman, dressed in a tight-fitting black scale armor that accentuated her stunning curves. A half-black mask covered her face, revealing a pair of cold, empty, and devoid of any human emotion in her beautiful eyes.

In her hand, she held a famous sword, Jingni, whose hilt bloomed like a pink lotus and whose blade was long and eerie.

"One investigation unit and the South City intelligence station, totaling seventeen people."

Jing Ni's voice was as cold and clear as ancient ice, without the slightest fluctuation, "The Net is ordered to send you on your way."

"Kill! Fight her to the death!"

Boss Wang roared and charged forward, brandishing his sword. He was also a sixth-rank expert, and the dozen or so secret agents behind him were highly trained assassins. They attacked simultaneously, and the flashing blades instantly blocked all of Jing Ni's escape routes.

However, in the face of absolute power, all struggles are futile.

Jing Ni, a top-tier assassin of the Luo Wang organization, is a terrifying existence at the ninth rank.

She didn't even look at the secret agents rushing towards her; she simply flicked her wrist.

"Buzz—"

The Jingni Sword emitted a crisp sword cry, and pink sword energy bloomed like a flower of death in the small, secret room.

There was no fierce fighting, no sparks from clashing weapons, only a one-sided massacre.

Wherever the sword energy passed, severed limbs and broken arms flew everywhere. Those secret agents of the Detective Bureau who were considered skilled in the martial arts world were as fragile as paper dolls under Jing Ni's sword.

In less than ten breaths.

The sealed room fell silent once more.

Seventeen corpses lay scattered in pools of blood, none intact. Boss Wang's head rolled beside the still-burning brazier, his eyes wide open, his death unfulfilled.

Jing Ni stood silently amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, her pink sword untouched by a drop of blood.

She slowly walked to the wall, stretched out her fair finger, dipped it in the blood on the wall, and drew a ferocious blood-red spider on the white wall.

Then, her figure vanished from the spot like a ghost.

Half an hour later, when the investigators arrived at the Spring Breeze Teahouse, they only saw towering flames and a blood-red spider that appeared and disappeared in the firelight, seemingly mocking their incompetence.

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……

This is just the beginning.

As night fell, the entire city of Kyoto seemed to be shrouded in an invisible, terrifying cloud.

Thirty miles outside the city lies Luoxia Valley.

A large caravan of more than thirty carriages was speeding along under the cover of night. This was a secret transport team from the Third Division of the Censorate, and the carriages were loaded with extremely precious poisonous herbs, refined iron, and gunpowder raw materials needed for the Third Division to develop concealed weapons.

The escort was led by a seventh-rank expert from the Third Division and fifty fully armed elite members of the Detective Academy.

"Hurry! Faster! The director has given a strict order: this batch of supplies must be transported back to the hospital before dawn!" The escort officer on horseback kept waving his whip to urge them on.

The valley was quiet on both sides, with only the rumble of wheels rolling over the stone slabs.

Suddenly, the strongest horse pulling the carriage at the front let out a shrill whinny. Without warning, its front leg snapped off at the root, and its massive body crashed to the ground, causing the carriage behind it to overturn and completely blocking the mountain road.

"alert!!!"

The escort officer shouted loudly, and fifty elite soldiers instantly drew their crossbows, aiming them at the surrounding dark forest.

"Whoosh whoosh-"

What responded to them was not arrows, but countless invisible sword energies, so fine they were almost imperceptible, yet so sharp they were almost imperceptible.