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Chu Nan took a step forward, his right hand spread out, and the swirling lotus flower in his palm suddenly contracted, condensing from the nine stages of lotus blossoms into a small lotus seed.

He flicked the lotus seed gently towards the direction the man was standing. The lotus seed flew through the air, as fast as a golden lightning bolt.

Before the water shield in the man's hands could even take shape, the lotus seeds had already struck his chest.

Click!

The sound of ribs breaking could be clearly heard in the night.

The man was thrown backward and his back slammed into a utility pole on the side of the road.

The utility pole was hit and shook violently, and the streetlight on it exploded with a crack, scattering fragments all over the ground.

He slid down the utility pole and collapsed to the ground, a trickle of dark red blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

The dark gray robe on the chest was blasted open by the force of the lotus seed's energy, and the fabric at the opening was curled and charred as if it had been burned, revealing the skin underneath that had been shaken and turned purplish-blue.

Chu Nan stepped forward, squatted down, and looked at the other person. "I'll ask you one more time: Who are you? Why do you want to kill me?"

The man looked up, and fear finally showed on his face.

But just as Chu Nan thought he was about to speak, the man's lips suddenly curled into a strange smile.

It wasn't a smile; it was a distorted expression that sent chills down your spine.

Then he snapped his jaws shut, crushing something hidden in his back teeth.

His body stiffened for a moment, and then he quickly withered up as if all the moisture had been drained from him.

His skin turned grayish-black, his eye sockets became sunken, his lips shrank, revealing two rows of teeth that had turned dark yellow.

His body twitched a few more times on the ground, then remained completely still.

Chu Nan looked down at the dried corpse on the ground. Judging from the dark gray robe and the water control spell he had just used, this person came from a certain magic sect.

Their objective was clear—they came to kill them.

The fact that the other party would rather commit suicide by poison than reveal any information made Chu Nan unconsciously feel that the other party was very likely from some kind of assassin organization.

After all, only a professional killer would be this decisive, right?

Among the people I've offended so far, none of them have the ability to train assassins of this caliber.

Chu Nan didn't think much of it and turned to walk towards the car.

Jiang Yingxue sat in the driver's seat, her fingers still gripping the steering wheel.

Although her face was a little pale, her eyes remained fixed on Chu Nan.

Seeing Chu Nan open the car door and get into the passenger seat, she slowly came to her senses and couldn't help but ask, "Th-what is that?"

"Warlock".

"A warlock?"

"They are people who know magic," Chu Nan explained.

Xia Wantang was somewhat bewildered, "...Do people who can use magic really exist in this world?"

"There are martial artists, and there are also those who know magic, but they are even less likely to interact with ordinary people than martial artists."

Jiang Yingxue was silent for a moment, then said, "He wants to kill you."

"Yes, they want to kill me."

The car was quiet for a while.

Chu Nan felt a hand gently touch his arm. He turned his head and saw Jiang Yingxue looking at him from the side, her fingers resting on his sleeve. "Are you hurt?"

"No, with his abilities, he can't hurt me."

Chu Nan turned his head to look at Jiang Yingxue and said with a mischievous smile, "Are you worried about me?"

"I'm not worried about you, I just feel that you're my secretary, and I have a responsibility to you—"

"What responsibility do you have?"

"As a leader, it's certainly my responsibility to ensure the safety of my subordinates!"

Jiang Yingxue said sullenly, "Alright, sit down, we should go back!"

Chu Nan smiled but didn't say anything more.

He leaned back in his chair, watching the night rushing past the window.

The appearance of that warlock meant that someone had already set their sights on him, and that the other party was very professional.

With a clear objective and ruthless methods, they would commit suicide by biting into poison if they failed, leaving no trace.

But who exactly is targeting me?

Or is this a misfortune left behind by Grandpa in his early years?

Inside the presidential suite on the top floor of the Tianhao Hotel in downtown Beihai.

An old man stood in front of the sofa, holding a broken piece of bluestone in his hands. The stone was covered with cracks, as if it had been blown open from the inside by something.

He reported in a hoarse voice, "Young Palace Master, the people we sent out are dead, Yu Jingshi is shattered, and his soul has dissipated. No news has come back."

A boy, who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, was sitting on the sofa. He was wearing a moon-white brocade robe with dark blue wave patterns embroidered on it.

His skin was very white, almost transparent, and his features were so delicate that they looked as if they had been carved with a knife.

But the most unsettling thing about him was his eyes.

It was so black it had no luster, like a reef in the deep sea, bottomless and devoid of any emotion.

Before the boy could speak, the person sitting opposite him spoke first.

"Dead?"

Xue Jiu put down his teacup and frowned.

He glanced at the shattered fish-shaped stone in the old man's palm, then looked at the young man. "Young Palace Master, you said that as long as the Sea God Palace intervened, killing that Chu fellow would be a piece of cake. Now, not only has he not been killed, but the people you sent out have also perished?"

The young palace master did not look at Xue Jiu, but turned his head slightly to look at the broken fish-startling stone in the old man's palm, and remained silent for a few seconds.

Suppressing his irritation, Xue Jiu tried to soften his tone: "Young Palace Master, I am not questioning the strength of your palace, but I must avenge Bei Chen."

"It was agreed that I would use this favor to get the Sea God Palace to help—"

"Are you done talking?"

The boy finally spoke, his voice soft, like waves crashing on rocks, low and cold.

He raised his eyelids, and his dark eyes fell on Xue Jiu's face.

Xue Jiu's last sentence got stuck in his throat.

He had seen many kinds of eyes: those that were ruthless and decisive in the business world, those that were vicious and cruel in the underworld, and those that were smiling but hiding daggers in wealthy families.

But he had never seen eyes like those before... they weren't the way people looked.

The young palace master raised his right hand, slightly bent his index finger, and gently beckoned to Xue Jiu from a distance.

Xue Jiu felt as if an invisible hand had grabbed his throat, lifting him straight up from the sofa.

He instinctively reached for something around his neck, but grabbed nothing.

His face turned purplish-red at a visible speed, and he made a muffled gurgling sound from his throat.

The young palace master remained seated on the sofa, his fingers maintaining that slightly curved arc.

"Xue Jiu, the Sea God remembers all the incense money you donated to the Sea God Palace, which is why you can still stand here and speak to me. But... the dignity of the Sea God Palace will not be allowed to be insulted by anyone!"

His voice remained light and cold, "I won't kill you this time, but remember, even you wouldn't be allowed to do this again!"

As his fingers loosened, Xue Jiu collapsed onto the carpet, gasping for breath.

There was nothing on his neck just now, but the feeling of suffocation was real, and a faint red finger mark even appeared around his throat!