Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

"Are you okay?"

Qin Chuan's voice was flat, even devoid of warmth, but to Hong Lian, who was still in shock and her heart was pounding, it was like heavenly music, carrying a strange power that could soothe all fear.

Honglian felt her cheeks instantly burning hot, and her heart pounding wildly in her chest, almost as if it would burst out of her chest.

She opened her mouth, but found that she couldn't make a sound.

She could only subconsciously shake her head vigorously, her eyes darting nervously away from Qin Chuan's gaze, yet she couldn't help but steal glances back, like a frightened fawn that had found refuge, her eyes brimming with the tears of relief after surviving a disaster and an indescribable tremor.

Did he just appear to save me?

"Thank you so much, Brother Qin, for saving my life!" Han Fei steadied himself, suppressing his dizziness, and solemnly clasped his hands in thanks. At the same time, he shielded the still-shocked Honglian behind him and looked at the immobilized Mo Ya on the ground. "This person..."

"Mo Ya, a henchman of Ji Wuye," Qin Chuan glanced at Mo Ya, "a warning."

Although Mo Ya was subdued, he grinned, revealing a wicked smile, though his eyes betrayed deep horror: "Hehe...so...so impressive agility...I'm not ashamed to have fallen into your hands...The General's 'greetings'...will not stop..."

Qin Chuan ignored his provocation and said to Han Fei, "I'm taking him away."

His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

After saying that, he lifted the immobile Black Raven with one hand, as if it were an object.

With a swift movement, he once again employed that mysterious and unpredictable movement technique, and in a few flashes, he and Mo Ya disappeared into the darkness at the end of the street, their speed so fast that they seemed to blend into the night.

The streets returned to deathly silence, with only the shaken coachman and the wrecked carriage remaining.

Han Fei stared at the direction where Qin Chuan had disappeared, his brows furrowed, his heart filled with turmoil.

Qin Chuan's strength has completely exceeded his comprehension!

Capturing Mo Ya was as easy as taking something out of a bag, and his lightness skill was unpredictable! Just who is this person?

Is his plan for himself and South Korea a boost or... a bigger variable?

Honglian remained staring blankly in the direction where Qin Chuan had disappeared, the moonlight shining on her slightly flushed face.

Qin Chuan's calm question, "Are you alright?" and his tall, pine-like figure under the moonlight, descending like a god, were etched into her heart like a brand.

An unprecedented, complex mix of emotions—whether it be worship, gratitude, awe, or a strange fluttering in her heart—completely overwhelmed her.

She subconsciously raised her hand and gently pressed it against her still wildly beating heart, where something seemed to have burst forth from the ground, something that could no longer be ignored.

"Ninth Brother..." Honglian's voice was barely audible, carrying a tremor and an unusual quality that she herself was unaware of, "Who...who exactly is he?"

Han Fei withdrew his gaze, looking at the undisguised, almost admiring light in his sister's eyes, sighed slightly, and shook his head:

“I don’t know. But I do know that with him around, Ji Wuye’s ‘night’ is probably about to see the true ‘dawn’.”

He helped Honglian sit up again, then leaned wearily against the carriage. "Let's return to the palace. We shouldn't stay here any longer."

The carriage started again and headed towards the palace.

But Honglian's heart was completely lost in that moonlit, cold street, lost in that dark figure who descended like an immortal and then drifted away.

All that had happened before turned into a sigh from the deepest part of my heart in the face of absolute power and timely rescue.

Chapter 21 Crows and Phoenixes Join Forces

The night in Xinzheng was as deep as ink. Qin Chuan's dark figure moved silently across the rooftops, seemingly strolling leisurely, yet moving faster than a galloping horse.

He held Mo Ya, who was immobilized and whose acupoints were sealed, in one hand. The night wind brushed against Qin Chuan's cold and handsome face, and moonlight flowed on his dark robes.

In Mo Ya's eyes were a mixture of horror, resentment, and speculation about his unknown fate.

As we approached the Zilanxuan neighborhood, we passed by a towering rooftop in a fleeting moment!

A blue figure, faster than the night, shot out from the shadows like a meteor tearing through the darkness!

The sharp sound of something cutting through the air was aimed directly at the Black Crow in Qin Chuan's hand!

The person who arrived was none other than Bai Feng!

Her bluish-purple hair danced wildly in the wind, her dark blue outfit accentuated her lithe figure, and her white sleeveless robe fluttered in the wind.

A deep blue scarf fluttered in the air, and the white feathers and ribbons on her right shoulder, along with the silver protective gear, shimmered coldly in the moonlight.

His deep blue eyes burned with anxiety, anger, and a resolute determination to do whatever it took!

"Let him go!"

Bai Feng's cool voice carried a youthful sharpness.

His figure drew a sharp arc in the air, and several dark blue blades shot towards Qin Chuan's vitals like a storm!

His lightness skill was agile and swift, and his explosive power was astonishing.

Faced with the sudden attack, Qin Chuan's eyes remained unmoved. With a subtle twist and tremor of his wrist, he turned Mo Ya's body into a shield, precisely blocking the feather blade aimed at his vitals!

"Puff puff!"

The feather blades pierced into the black feather shawl and shoulders of the black raven.

Mo Ya grunted, a flash of pain in his eyes, followed by shock and anger at Bai Feng's recklessness!

At the same time, Qin Chuan casually reached forward with his other hand, his five fingers like hooks, and accurately grabbed Bai Feng's wrist as he rushed forward!

This grab, seemingly ordinary, appeared to have foreseen everything, sealing off all avenues for escape!

Bai Feng's once-proud speed now appeared incredibly clumsy!

Bai Feng's pupils shrank suddenly. Before he could change his move, his wrist tightened as if it were locked in an iron clamp!

A tremendous force surged forth, cutting off the momentum of the charge and shattering the body's strength!

Like a bird with broken wings, he was forcibly pulled down from the sky by Qin Chuan!

"Bang!" Bai Feng crashed heavily onto the roof tiles, sending shards of tile flying everywhere.

He struggled to get up, but found that his wrist was still tightly held by Qin Chuan. A surge of pure internal energy penetrated and instantly sealed his vital points!

My whole body aches and I feel weak, I can't muster any strength at all!

He stared at Qin Chuan with a mixture of shock and anger, his handsome face filled with resentment and disbelief that he was so easily defeated!

Mo Ya hissed, his eyes revealing true panic and despair for the first time!

Ignoring his own predicament, he pleaded hoarsely, "Stop! It's none of his business! If you want to kill or torture someone, come at me! Let him go! Please let him go!"

The voice was urgent, a concern for a younger brother that transcended life and death.

Qin Chuan's gaze swept calmly over the disheveled Bai Feng, then landed on the pleading Mo Ya's face.

Instead of killing her, he released his grip on Bai Feng's hand, letting her fall to the ground.

"Kill you? Let him go? Mo Ya, the leader of all birds under Ji Wuye's command, and Bai Feng, whose lightness skill is superb."

Qin Chuan's voice sounded particularly cold in the night wind:

"You hold the lives of countless people in your hands, carrying out ruthless assassinations. But have you ever considered whether you can control your own destiny?"

Mo Ya and Bai Feng were both taken aback.

Qin Chuan's gaze pierced through people's hearts: "You treated him like a brother and were willing to die for him."

Turning to Bai Feng, he said, "He treats you like a brother and is willing to risk his life for you."

The voice possessed an all-seeing penetrating power:

"In your hearts, you all yearn for true freedom, don't you? You long to be like birds, soaring freely through the heavens, rather than working as shadowy henchmen under the filthy night, subject to the whims of others your entire lives, with your own life and death not in your own hands."

Mo Ya Bai Feng's eyes flickered violently!

Qin Chuan's words were like sharp blades, piercing their deepest desires and deepest helplessness.

Killing people without hesitation, how could they not be tired of bloody shackles?

Despite his unparalleled lightness skill, he could not escape Ji Wuye's invisible cage!

To soar freely is a dream, but also a luxury.

"All Ji Wuye can offer are shackles and the ever-present threat of death," Qin Chuan's voice was like a cold spring, icy yet strangely alluring. "But I can break these bonds."

He released his grip on Mo Ya.

Mo Ya fell to the roof ridge with a "plop," barely managing to stay upright despite having his acupoints sealed.

Qin Chuan looked down from his high vantage point, the moonlight outlining his solitary figure.

"Join the 'Bad Guys'." The tone left no room for argument. "Serve me. I will give you true freedom, and... a chance to control your own destiny."

The night wind blew across the rooftops, stirring the white feathers on the white phoenix's shoulders and the scattered black feathers of the black crow.

Mo Ya and Bai Feng locked eyes with difficulty, seeing shock, struggle, and a glimmer of... a spark of "hope" ignited in each other's eyes!

Ji Wuye's night was like a heavy black curtain.

The mysterious and powerful man before them was like a sharp sword tearing through the darkness, showing a path to freedom and control over one's destiny.

The price is loyalty, and betrayal of Ji Wuye.

But... is it worth it? Can it be trusted?

Mo Ya looked into Qin Chuan's unfathomable eyes, then glanced at Bai Feng beside him, whose acupoints were sealed and whose eyes were blank yet filled with expectation. A bitter yet relieved smile appeared on his lips.

Bai Feng pressed his lips together, his deep blue pupils flashing with a mixture of struggle, doubt, and, more than anything, the thrill of finally seeing an outlet after being suppressed for so long. His gaze involuntarily drifted towards Mo Ya, awaiting his brother's decision.

Qin Chuan's words struck Mo Ya's defenses like a heavy hammer. "Break free from constraints," "take control of destiny," "soar freely"—these words crashed into the depths of his soul, which had been imprisoned and numbed by the night.

He struggled to turn his eyes and looked at Bai Feng, who was slumped to the side, also with his acupoints sealed.

The boy's face still showed signs of defeat and resentment, but deep in his deep blue eyes, Qin Chuan's words "yearning to soar through the heavens" stirred up an undeniable ripple.

That was a longing I kept hidden in my heart, something I dared not utter aloud, during countless times when I looked up at the starry sky.

Ji Wuye? Nightfall? A chilling mockery and an unprecedented clarity welled up in Mo Ya's heart.

It was a cold cage built of fear and blood!

All the general gave me were cold tasks, cruel punishments, and hands that could never be washed clean!

So-called loyalty? It's nothing but surrendering to the shackles of violence!

They purge dissidents, staining their skin with the blood of the innocent, but what about their own fate? They are nothing more than pawns to be discarded at any time.

If Qin Chuan hadn't shown mercy, they would already be corpses.