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The orange-yellow flame slipped from the skinny monkey's fingertips.

It drew a tiny, falling arc in the air.

Time stretched out for an eternity at this moment.

The heavy breathing of the workers in the warehouse, and the creaking sound of crowbars rubbing against wood, all disappeared.

In Lu Qingshan's pupils, only that single point of firelight that was falling remained.

Right now.

He abruptly released his hand that was pressing on the back of Aoki's neck.

A single word was squeezed out from deep in his throat, without sound, more like a gust of air.

"superior!"

Almost the instant his thought arose, the darkness around him came to life.

A black shadow burst out from the pile of tarpaulins at his feet.

Black lightning so fast that only a blur remained.

The wind was torn apart.

A distinctive, pungent odor, characteristic of wild animals, instantly dispelled the murky smell of diesel fuel in the warehouse.

Skinny Monkey had just thrown out the match, a sinister smile still on his face as if he had accomplished his mission.

He was about to turn around and urge those idiots who were loading the truck.

A deadly sense of crisis erupted from the back of his neck.

He didn't even have time to turn around.

I felt a black wind rushing towards my face from the right.

next second.

A piercing pain shot through his right wrist.

"Snap!"

A sharp, teeth-grinding sound of bones breaking was exceptionally clear in the noisy warehouse.

"ah--!"

A piercing scream, inhuman in its sound, followed by a loud bang.

The skinny monkey was knocked to the ground by a tremendous force.

He watched helplessly as the black dog, with its two rows of gleaming white fangs, pierced through his wrist.

The bone is broken.

The hand that had just thrown the match was twisted at an eerie angle, and blood gushed from between the canine teeth.

The deadly spark landed precisely on the edge of the gasoline drum's metal casing.

The flame touched a corner of the kraft paper package and ignited it.

A wisp of black smoke rose.

Just as the flames were about to spread...

Another, taller, and more imposing figure emerged from the shadows.

Lu Qingshan made a move.

He was like a tiger leaping out of the mountains and forests, exuding an unparalleled aura.

He leaped into the air, his right leg stretched like an iron rod, and with immense force, kicked the half-person-high discarded gasoline drum hard.

"Bang!"

A dull, loud bang.

He kicked the heavy gasoline can, sending it flying sideways.

The barrel tumbled through the air, crashing into a pile of logs beside it with a series of clanging sounds.

The kraft paper package that had just been lit was thrown out of the gasoline drum as it rolled and landed on the muddy ground.

As it rolled, the flames on top went out.

Lu Qingshan landed.

The sole of the military boot landed precisely on the still-burning matchstick that had fallen to the ground.

"Pfft."

The flame went out.

The last remaining hidden danger was completely crushed into the soil.

All of this happened too fast.

From the time the vicious dog pounced to the time Lu Qingshan appeared, only two or three breaths had passed.

It wasn't until the skinny monkey's pig-like screams echoed endlessly in the warehouse that the workers who were loading the trucks finally reacted.

They dropped the heavy logs they were carrying and turned around one by one.

The sight they saw made their pupils shrink.

A strange man, dressed in a worn blue work uniform, stood like a javelin in the center of the field.

At his feet was the paper package that should have been burned.

Not far away, Skinny Monkey had his hand bitten off by a black dog kept by someone, and he was rolling on the ground like a lump of mud.

"Oh shit!"

"Where did this bastard come from? He's asking for death!"

After a brief moment of shock came fury.

These people were desperate criminals who risked their lives for money; their hands were stained with blood.

The burly man with a thick beard closest to Lu Qingshan let out a strange cry and was the first to raise the gleaming steel crowbar in his hand.

The heavy crowbar whistled through the air as it came crashing down on Lu Qingshan's head.

The remaining four or five people immediately reacted, raising their weapons and surrounding the group from all sides.

Their eyes were fierce, and their movements were ruthless.

Lu Qingshan stood in the center of the encirclement, his face expressionless.

Instead of retreating, he advanced.

He merely tilted his head slightly as the crowbar came crashing down on him.

The heavy crowbar swept past his ear, the force of the blow ruffling his hair.

Just as the two passed each other...

Lu Qingshan made a move.

His right arm shot out like lightning, his five fingers clenched into a fist.

A simple, unadorned straight punch landed heavily on the armpit of the burly man with the thick beard.

That area is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body, densely packed with nerves.

"Well!"

The burly man with the thick beard abruptly stopped roaring.

The crowbar flew out of his hand.

He looked as if his bones had been removed, suddenly arching his body, his face turning a deep purplish-red, and saliva uncontrollably drooling from the corners of his mouth.

He opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound. He fell straight backward, his body convulsing violently on the ground.

To kill the enemy with a single blow.

Without pausing, Lu Qingshan caught the crowbar that fell from the sky.

The cold, heavy touch felt strangely familiar to him.

With a flick of his wrist, the crowbar twirled in his hand, whistling through the air, and swept across another man charging up from the left.

The man only saw a dark shadow flash past his eyes.

The next second, an irresistible force slammed into his shinbone.

"Click!"

Another crisp cracking sound of bones breaking.

The man's lower leg broke backward at an exaggerated angle.

He let out a piercing scream, clutched his leg, and collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain.

In just one exchange, the two most ruthless thugs were crippled.

The remaining three men, holding crowbars high, stood frozen in place.

The ferocity on their faces had been replaced by an unspeakable fear.

The man in front of me is too fast.

That's too ruthless.

Every move he made was simple and direct, without any fancy moves.

But every move he makes goes straight for the vital points of the human body.

Every move shatters bones, every strike is deadly.

This is not a fight.

This is murder.

Let's look at the other side.

The gleaming black dog was still biting the skinny monkey's wrist tightly, letting out a low growl.

The skinny monkey's screams had become weak, and his face was as pale as paper due to excessive blood loss.

A killing machine.

A vicious dog.

The remaining three people exchanged glances and saw the same fear in each other's eyes.

Money is a good thing, but you have to be alive to spend it.

"run!"

I don't know who shouted it first.

Like startled rabbits, the three men dropped their crowbars and ran wildly toward the warehouse door.

They pushed and shoved each other, each wanting to be the first to escape this hellish scene.

One of them was running too slowly and was pushed to the ground by his companion, and then trampled on several times by the people behind him.

They burst through the half-closed tin gate and, like a swarm of headless flies, plunged headlong into the boundless, dark forest outside.

The footsteps and curses quickly faded away.

The warehouse, which had been bustling with noise just moments before, fell silent instantly.

Only the flame of the kerosene lamp remained, burning quietly on the roof beam.

A faint smell of blood filled the air.

Lu Qingshan stood there, the crowbar in his hand still stained with blood.

He looked down at the intact brown paper package at his feet.

Then, he raised his head and his gaze fell on the skinny monkey who was still groaning in pain on the ground not far away.

The blue tail remained firmly in its grip, refusing to let go.

It is waiting for its owner's next command.