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The three people had different feelings.

However, after confirming the plan for the night's operation, the three of them acted very professionally.

Besides his friend Li Zhuo, Hu Bufan wasn't entirely at ease, so he brought over a few other trusted people as a precaution.

Li Zhuo remained calm throughout.

He is confident in his abilities.

He had heard of the Flying Eagle Caravan's reputation, but they were just a bunch of low-class bandits, and he didn't take them seriously.

He would never have come here if Hu Bufan hadn't personally invited him.

As for Lu Chen, he was much more relaxed; he only needed to prepare some weapons.

There are plenty of free pebbles.

That evening, Lu Chen went ahead to the Green Bamboo Gang's base, which was now occupied by the Flying Eagle Horse Gang.

He knows this place well!

Several henchmen were standing guard at the gate. It was late at night, and one of them was resting against the wall, holding a long spear.

"Go to sleep if you're tired. You've worked so hard, it's really tough on you!"

Lu Chen sighed, and two pebbles flew out.

"Bang! Bang!"

His forehead caved in, his skull shattered, blood and brain matter flowed out, and he collapsed limply.

Lu Chen helped them sit up and arranged them in a comfortable cross-legged position to prevent them from collapsing.

He leaped through the gate and tied it tightly shut to prevent anyone from escaping.

He then concealed himself in the darkness and made his way to the main hall where he had spoken with Wang Hu earlier.

There were sounds and lights there, so a lot of people must have gathered together.

However, he froze halfway there.

What's going on?

The two figures in front, one white and one black, are quite unique, a black and white duo?

This outfit...

Lu Chen immediately remembered.

White Flash, Black Soul!

Aren't these two from the Black Kill Pavilion? What are they doing here at the Flying Eagle Caravan?

At that moment, the two were walking out, while Lu Chen was walking in, and they soon bumped into each other.

Lu Chen simply abandoned his plan to sneak in.

As long as you kill everyone inside, it will be a perfect infiltration!

He held two pebbles in his hand, his muscles tense.

He threw it suddenly.

"Whoosh!"

As five-star assassins, Bai Sha and Hei Po naturally possessed the necessary keenness and vigilance. They sensed Lu Chen's presence the moment he saw them, and reacted quickly when Lu Chen threw the pebble.

"Did the Flying Eagle Caravan plot against us?"

The thought flashed through Bai Sha's mind, and he quickly retreated to the side.

The pebble, carrying terrifying force, grazed past his face, tearing off a piece of skin.

However, before he could even catch his breath, another pebble seemed to have anticipated which way he would run and was waiting there in advance, right on his retreat route.

Bai Sha's pupils suddenly contracted, and he paused in mid-air for a moment, defying the laws of physics once again. A short sword appeared in his hand at some point, held upright in front of him.

"Bang!"

The pebble struck the short sword, and the terrifying force sent the sword imprinted on Bai Sha's face.

Bai Sha seemed to hear the sound of his cheekbone cracking, and his head buzzed, leaving him momentarily dazed.

He himself was also pulled backward by this force.

"Close combat!"

He shook his head, gave a low shout to Hei Po, felt a bloody taste in his throat, which he forcibly suppressed, and turned to attack Lu Chen.

In fact, he had absolutely no intention of getting into a fight with the person in front of him.

The gap is too large; it's simply impossible to compete!

The two stones easily shattered the cold-blooded killer's spirit!

However, running away is not the best option when facing an opponent that can attack from a distance.

Exposing your back to the enemy is tantamount to handing your life over to them!

They became fish on the chopping block, waiting to be slaughtered!

He endured the pain, his face expressionless, and his steps quickened as he approached Lu Chen with ghostly speed.

Hei Po originally wanted to escape, but upon hearing this almost cold "close combat," before his mind could even process it, his body reacted automatically, turning back and rushing towards Lu Chen from either side with Bai Sha.

Lu Chen was somewhat surprised.

This White Knight is quite skilled; he's the first person to be able to withstand my flying locust stones!

Without the slightest hesitation, he moved his hands rapidly.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

He shot out pebbles like a shower of flowers.

He could shoot three pebbles in different directions at once. Bai Sha only saw Lu Chen swing his arm, and countless shadows shot towards him like lightning.

His eyes held an undisguised fear.

Too much!

But not flushing means death!

He quickly tore off his white coat and spun it into an impenetrable barrier, like an iron curtain, in an attempt to block the stones being shot at him.

However, he overestimated himself and underestimated the power of the stone in Lu Chen's hand.

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

Seven or eight pebbles pierced through his clothes and struck his body.

He only had time to knock the first stone away; the rest he caught with his body.

The contact between the stone and his flesh was like a cannonball hitting a fragile piece of paper, tearing his body apart, breaking bones and tendons, and ripping flesh apart.

The internal organs were shattered by that terrible force, and the bones were turned to dust.

Fresh blood splattered in the air, and tiny bits of flesh flew out.

Bai Sha used his last bit of strength to spit out a silver needle at Lu Chen, then his eyes widened and he fell backward.

A cold glint flashed from the silver needle, which Lu Chen spotted with keen insight. Without thinking, he slapped it away.

The silver needle pricked Lu Chen's hand and pierced deep into the soil.

A thin bloodstain appeared on Lu Chen's palm, but it quickly healed under his powerful physique.

It seems that he was not injured at all.

Hei Po had no time to grieve; he knew this was the only chance Bai Sha had given him!

That idiot actually dared to catch a poisoned needle with his bare hands!

He is dead!

Hei Po felt no joy; his eyes were cold and indifferent, as calm as a dead man.

kill!

He was already very close to Lu Chen.

A flash of blue light appeared.

Two Emei daggers suddenly appeared in his hand and stabbed fiercely at Lu Chen's chest.

"die!"

He suddenly roared, as if he wanted to unleash all his anger on this one blow.

All his strength, even his mind, seemed to be absorbed by this attack, all for the purpose of killing Lu Chen!

At such close range, there's no way he could dodge!

This is the confidence that Black Soul has accumulated over the years of wandering the world!

Under the Heavenly Realm, no one could survive this attack!

However, Lu Chen had no intention of hiding at all!

He glanced at Hei Po indifferently, then his hands moved with surprising speed, grabbing Hei Po's hands in the blink of an eye. He suddenly took a step back, pushing off the ground with his feet, and a surge of powerful energy flowed from his calves to his arms.

His heart pounded violently, and blood flowed rapidly through his body, bringing both nourishment and extreme violence!

He suddenly exerted force with his legs, tightened his abdominal muscles, and then gripped Hei Po's arms with both wrists, pulling upwards with force.

"Snap!"

Hei Po was lifted up, and his usually expressionless face contorted with unbearable rage.

pain!

It hurts so much!

His two arms were actually broken by Lu Chen. The white bone fragments tore through the muscles, pierced the skin, and emerged from his body.

Blood gushed out as if it were free, staining Lu Chen's hands and Hei Po's eyes red.

His pupils dilated for a moment, then instantly shrank to a point. Ignoring the excruciating pain in his hands, he kicked out with lightning speed, aiming for Lu Chen's groin.

Lu Chen's chrysanthemum subconsciously shrank back, loosened its grip on Hei Po's arm, and opened its palm to slap downwards.

"Snapped!"

Hei Po felt as if he were lifting a block of iron, unable to move an inch.

With a flick of his toe, a sharp dagger shot out from his toe and slashed diagonally toward Lu Chen's thigh.

"Is this never going to end?"

Lu Chen's face turned cold. He grabbed Hei Po's leg with his left hand, clenched his right fist, raised it high, and slammed it down on Hei Po's knee.

"Click!"

Black Soul's legs were bent into two pieces like withered wood.

Lu Chen pressed his advantage, taking a step forward and throwing another punch.

"boom!"

The punches were fierce and incomparably powerful.

Black Soul's forehead exploded as if it had been struck by a hundred-pound iron hammer traveling at 180 miles per hour.

Shaking off the dirty things in his hands, Lu Chen wiped his hands on Hei Po's clothes and looked at the original main hall.

At this moment, several members of the Flying Eagle Caravan rushed towards them after hearing the commotion.

The leader held a long spear, exuding a bloodthirsty aura and possessing an astonishing presence.