"You go remind Old Ren, I'll go catch the person," Ye Tian said.
With that, his figure flickered and he vanished.
In the backyard, a figure crept along the ground like a bat, cloaked entirely in black.
Just as he was about to continue his exploration, another figure appeared before him silently. He saw a pair of feet.
The figure was startled and leaped into the air, simultaneously unleashing a spray of silver light, releasing poison needles. However, as the needles flew, the person before him disappeared.
While he was confused, his ankle was seized, and he was then slammed heavily onto the ground. This impact felt as though his internal organs had shifted out of place. With a muffled groan, he was unable to move.
It was Ye Tian who had struck. He grabbed the man by the neck and lifted him into the air. This was a middle-aged man, now covered in a cold sweat, looking at Ye Tian in terror. Da Feng Novel Network
"Who sent you?" Ye Tian asked.
The middle-aged man caught his breath and stammered, "I was ordered by someone, I cannot say!"
Ye Tian was indifferent. "It doesn't matter if you don't say. Ren Ping has plenty of ways."
Saying this, he dragged the man to the front of the karaoke room, where Ren Ping and Huang Yanran were already waiting for him.
Ye Tian threw the man onto the ground. "Old Ren, I've got him subdued. You can question him yourself."
Ren Ping pulled up a chair and sat down in front of the middle-aged man. No one else was around; Zhou Yinfa and the others had already been sent away by him.
He stared at the middle-aged man. "You should know my methods, Ren Ping. The Japanese call me 'Demon Ren.' If I want someone to speak, unless they are dead, they will eventually cooperate willingly."
The middle-aged man's body began to tremble. "I'll talk!"
"Very good. First, tell me who ordered you here and what your purpose was," Ren Ping said.
"My mission was to assassinate you, Ren Ping. I don't know who sent me; I was just following orders from above."
"Which organization do you belong to?" Ren Ping asked.
"Eternal Night," the middle-aged man replied.
Ren Ping frowned, then exclaimed, "Not good!" He suddenly remembered that Eternal Night had deployed the twelve constellations last time, and they shouldn't be sending such low-level assassins again. This meant they must have a backup plan.
Ye Tian also understood. "It's fine. With me here, you'll be safe."
"Oh really?"
Suddenly, a voice came from the bushes opposite them.
"Are you sure you can protect him?"
Following the voice, a person emerged from the bushes. He was short, bald, and wore a silver form-fitting armor with silver wire gloves on his hands.
Upon seeing this person, Ren Ping narrowed his eyes. "Are you Eternal Night's divine-level expert, Silver Armor Butcher?"
The bald man said faintly, "That's right, it is I! I let a low-level assassin reveal himself to see if the person protecting you is here. If he isn't, then I don't need to make a move."
"Eternal Night has indeed not given up on killing me," Ren Ping said.
The Silver Armor Butcher chuckled. "Now, you are no longer Eternal Night's primary target. Our target is him," he said, pointing at Ye Tian.
Ye Tian said calmly, "Oh, I am also a target for your assassination?"
The Silver Armor Butcher sneered. "You dared to disrupt Eternal Night's mission, making you automatically Eternal Night's primary target to be eliminated!"
"You've come at the right time. I'll deal with you today, and then I'll destroy Eternal Night another day."
The Silver Armor Butcher let out a strange laugh. "What arrogant words!"
Ren Ping said in a low voice, "Brother, be careful. Intelligence indicates that the Silver Armor Butcher has taken an S-class gene serum and is a King Kong Martial King himself."
Ye Tian said, "Don't worry, Old Ren. In my eyes, he's just trash!"
The Silver Armor Butcher snorted heavily and transformed into a silver blur, flashing towards Ye Tian like lightning. He was so fast that as he moved, he generated gusts of wind, and all that could be seen in the eyes of others was an afterimage.
Ye Tian's expression was unchanged. As the opponent approached, he struck the Silver Armor Butcher's chest with a single punch.
"Crack!"
With a crisp sound, the Silver Armor Butcher's silver armor shattered, revealing the purplish-red, incredibly rough muscle lines beneath. His skin looked as if it had been fried in hot oil, a truly horrifying sight.