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The air in the warehouse was stagnant, and dust floated in the faint moonlight filtering through the broken window.

Lu Qingshan leaned against the cold front of the Jiefang truck, like a statue blending into the darkness, his breathing steady and long.

A slight creaking sound, like metal scraping against wood, came from the back door of the warehouse.

coming.

The door was pried open a crack, and several dark figures filed in, their movements light and practiced, showing the skill of someone who had done dirty work for years.

They spread out, forming a semi-encircling fan shape, and approached the two trucks parked in the center of the warehouse.

The man at the very front seemed to have tripped over something.

He hadn't even had a chance to look down.

A taut rope suddenly pulled him upside down into the air.

"what!"

A short, agonizing scream shattered the silence as the man was hung upside down from the roof beam, the steel pipe in his hand clattering to the ground.

"Damn it! There's an ambush!"

A voice roared angrily.

The others were startled and instinctively stepped back, but their feet suddenly slipped.

On the ground, a thin layer of engine oil reflected an eerie light under the moonlight.

"thump!"

"Hold!"

Like a domino effect, three or four people instantly lost their footing and fell flat on their faces on the smooth ground, turning their formation into complete chaos.

Scarface Liu barely managed to steady himself, his face turning ugly. He growled into the darkness, "Who the hell is playing tricks on me? Get out here!"

His answer was a dark figure leaping down from the top of the truck.

Lu Qingshan landed silently, like a falling leaf.

He had a clear objective: he went straight for a man who had just struggled to his feet from the oil slick.

The man had just raised the wrench in his hand when he saw a fist rapidly enlarging in front of him.

"Bang!"

A dull, teeth-grinding sound.

Lu Qingshan's fist struck the man squarely in the chest.

There are no superfluous movements, only the purest burst of inch-force from the "White Ape Guarding the Mountain Fist".

The man's body arched violently, like a boiled shrimp, and he spat out a cloud of white vapor mixed with blood foam. He flew backward and crashed into a pile of parts in the distance, where he fell silent.

All of this happened too fast.

The other two men wielding steel pipes had only just reacted when they roared and slammed them at Lu Qingshan from both sides.

The steel pipe sliced ​​through the air, making a sound.

Lu Qingshan neither retreated nor dodged; instead, he suddenly ducked down, and two steel pipes narrowly grazed his head.

Using his right foot as a pivot, he spun around and, with his elbow like a knife, precisely struck the outside of the knee of the person on his left who was supporting his body.

"Snap!"

A clear sound of bone cracking echoed through the warehouse.

The fierce look on the man's face froze instantly, then twisted with endless pain. He clutched his leg, which was bent at an odd angle, and screamed as he knelt on the ground.

Upon seeing this, a flicker of fear crossed the eyes of the man on the right, and his attack with the steel pipe faltered.

At that very moment.

A dark figure darted out from the shadows of the truck cab like lightning.

It's a bluetail!

Without a single roar, it moved so fast that it left only a blur, and bit down hard on the man's wrist that was holding the steel pipe.

The sharp canine teeth pierced through the flesh in an instant.

"Ah! My hand!"

The man let out a pig-like scream, but Qingwei didn't let go. Instead, he suddenly shook his head.

The man could no longer hold onto the steel pipe, and a deep, bone-revealing wound was torn open on his wrist, from which blood gushed out.

In the blink of an eye, one of the six menacing thugs was hanging upside down, one was unconscious, one had a broken leg, and one had a crippled hand.

Only Scarface Liu and his last confidant with a machete remained, standing frozen in place.

Inside the warehouse, only the cries of the wounded and the heavy smell of blood remained.

Scarface Liu looked at his men rolling on the ground, and at the young man standing in the pool of blood and oil, whose breathing was not even slightly disordered. A chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

This is not human.

This is a demon that escaped from the mountains!

"Brother Liu... this..." The only remaining confidant beside him trembled uncontrollably, his hand gripping the knife shaking like a leaf.

Lu Qingshan didn't look at them, but calmly picked up the thick iron rod from the ground.

He lightly hefted the iron rod in his hand, and it made a dull whistling sound as it broke through the air.

He raised his eyes and his gaze fell on the last confidant.

The man was terrified by that one look, his mental defenses completely collapsed, he screamed, threw down the machete in his hand, and turned to run towards the door.

He had only taken two steps.

Lu Qingshan flicked his wrist.

The iron rod flew out of his hand, drawing a straight black line in the air, and with a "whoosh," it slammed heavily into the man's back.

"puff!"

The man collapsed forward like a tattered sack, twitched twice, and then lay still.

Now, only Scarface Liu is left.

He watched Lu Qingshan walk towards him step by step, and the sense of oppression he felt was more terrifying than encountering a man-eating black bear in the mountains.

"You...you stay away!"

Scarface Liu roared fiercely, his hands gripping the machete tightly, the blade trembling slightly from its owner's fear.

He took a step back, but his back slammed against the cold wall.

There was no way to retreat.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

Scarface Liu was driven to the brink, and his ferocity erupted completely. He let out a strange cry, raised his machete, and with all his might, chopped it down at Lu Qingshan's head.

Faced with this deadly strike, Lu Qingshan advanced instead of retreating.

Facing the blinding glint of the blade, he took a half-step forward with his left foot and slightly shifted his body to the side, avoiding the edge of the blade.

At the same time, his right foot suddenly rose and kicked precisely at Scarface Liu's wrist, which was holding the knife.

"clang!"

The machete flew out of his hand, spun in the air, and embedded itself in the wooden door in the distance.

Scarface Liu felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and his vision blurred.

Before he could react, Lu Qingshan's hand had already transformed into a karate chop, cleanly slashing the carotid artery on the side of his neck.

Scarface Liu felt a numbness in his neck, and a surge of drowsiness instantly overwhelmed him. His vision went black, and his body went limp.

Lu Qingshan looked at Scarface Liu, who was lying on the ground, turned around, walked to the corner of the wall, and picked up the double-barreled shotgun that was leaning against him.

He skillfully opened the breech, glanced at the cartridges inside, and then snapped it shut with a "click."

The whole process was neither rushed nor slow.

He walked over to Scarface Liu, gun in hand, and kicked him in the face with his toe.

"Wake up."

Scarface Liu let out a painful groan, his eyelids trembling as he struggled to open them.

The vision went from blurry to clear.

The first thing he saw was a dark, metallic tube.

Two tubes were pressed firmly against his forehead.

Looking up through the tube, you see Lu Qingshan's expressionless face and a pair of unfathomable eyes.

Scarface Liu's blood froze completely at that moment.

"Click".

A crisp sound, like a mechanism being pulled open, clearly reached his ears.

It is the hammer of a shotgun.

Lu Qingshan's voice, calm and undisturbed, slowly rose into the air.

"I'll give you a chance to live."

"Tell me, who sent you?"