"What a smooth job this was!"
At the top floor of a certain skyscraper, a man was disassembling a fully assembled sniper rifle and packing it into a long wooden case.
This man had well-defined features, especially his nose bridge, which was quite prominent. Thus, his appearance differed considerably from that of a Hua Guo person.
His name was Jisen, and he was a mercenary.
For the current contract, seven members of his mercenary group had been deployed.
When they first received the mission, he thought it would be a rather tricky one. But in the end, some hadn't even drawn their weapons before it was over.
"Heh! Utterly boring!"
Jisen packed his belongings and prepared to leave.
"If you find it boring, perhaps I can add some excitement for you!"
Just as Jisen turned, a voice like that of a phantom suddenly sounded from behind him.
"Who!"
Startled by the sudden voice, Jisen quickly fumbled for the dagger he carried.
When he turned around, he saw a face both familiar and strange.
But in the next second, his body involuntarily trembled, and he stammered, "How are you not dead?"
The person who appeared behind him was their target – Ye Ming.
"Oh! You really wished I was dead!"
Ye Ming looked at the man before him and asked coldly.
"You… Impossible! I saw the car explode with my own eyes," Jisen said with a terrified expression.
Ye Ming wasted no more words and strode forward. Then, Jisen saw only a blur of movement, and the dagger in his hand was gone.
Immediately after, he felt a powerful force strike his abdomen.
By the time he reacted, Ye Ming's right leg had already swept towards him.
"Ah!"
This whipping kick sent Jisen's entire body flying backward, crashing heavily against the wall.
"Ugh!"
Due to the violent impact on his abdomen, Jisen began to vomit uncontrollably. Fresh blood occasionally flowed from his mouth.
"Does this make it more interesting now?"
Looking at Jisen lying on the ground, Ye Ming walked towards him again, a murderous aura emanating from him.
At this moment, the sound of Ye Ming's footsteps was like a death knell, filling Jisen with despair.
From their brief exchange, he had already realized that the information about the target was incorrect.
"You… you can't kill me!" Jisen forced himself to say with great difficulty.
"Oh? Why can't I kill you?"
Ye Ming said with a light chuckle, retracting the dagger he had snatched from Jisen.
At this moment, Ye Ming noticed that there was an engraving of a skull on the blade.
Seeing this symbol, Ye Ming felt a sense of familiarity but couldn't recall it immediately.
"I am a member of the Black Skull Mercenary Group. If you kill me, the other members will not let you go," Jisen said, enduring his pain. "I admit defeat this time. As long as you spare me, I will request our leader to revoke the pursuit order against you."
In truth, Jisen was not lying. If he informed their leader that the information about the target was incorrect, there was a possibility of canceling Ye Ming's pursuit order.
Of course, there was another possibility he didn't mention: their leader might demand more payment from the employer and continue the pursuit.
"Black Skull Mercenary Group?"
Hearing Jisen mention it, Ye Ming understood why he felt a sense of familiarity.
It turned out that the Black Skull Mercenary Group was a notorious mercenary outfit in the Western underground world.
Their large numbers made them a terrifying presence, even in the Western underworld.
Ye Ming had encountered them before.
"Your leader's name is An Luo, right?" Ye Ming suddenly asked.
Huh?
This person actually knew their leader?
Could he be acquainted with the leader!
Jisen's heart leaped with joy, and he quickly nodded, saying excitedly, "That's right! Our leader is Lord An Luo. I didn't expect…"
At this moment, a flash of blade light streaked through the air!
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt darkness engulf him, his senses began to fade, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.
"Why…?" Jisen collapsed, filled with the ultimate question.
At this moment, a bloodstain appeared on Jisen's neck.
Ye Ming looked at the fallen Jisen and tossed the dagger onto his corpse.
Then, he extended his index finger, and a ball of eerie black flame condensed at his fingertip.
With a gentle flick!
The moment the flame touched Jisen's body, it instantly engulfed him. A moment later, the black flames vanished.
Jisen's corpse, along with the dagger, turned into nothingness.
"An Luo!" Ye Ming silently uttered the name of the Black Skull Mercenary Group leader, his eyes filled with chilling intensity. He murmured to himself, "I disliked you a bit back then. Since you've run into my hands, it means your time has come."
"Since there were seven of you, this will be quite entertaining!"
Then, Ye Ming spread out his senses. In less than a moment, he locked onto a target.
Once the location was confirmed, Ye Ming's figure actually vanished into thin air.
In a certain abandoned building, a scream suddenly erupted, followed by silence. When someone eventually investigated, the place was empty.
In a small alley, the same thing happened again.
…
"Chinese women are so alluring, but a bit fierce!" A man with foreign features stared at a bound woman before him, his eyes filled with lust.
The bound woman was wearing a police uniform. Her features were delicate and flawless, and her figure was slender yet curvaceous. Coupled with her uniform, she was sure to ignite a passionate desire for possession in any man.
Her name was Cheng Shuwǎn. On her way home from work, she happened to encounter the man before her. With years of investigative experience, she sensed a dangerous aura from him the moment she noticed him.
Perhaps it was a woman's intuition.
But she also knew that with her alone, she couldn't apprehend him. Moreover, her service weapon was back at the station after her shift.
Therefore, Cheng Shuwǎn did not act rashly; calling for backup was the best option.
However, things did not go as planned. Whether it was because the man noticed Cheng Shuwǎn's actions or became interested in her personally.
Cheng Shuwǎn, who was not skilled in combat, was knocked unconscious after a brief scuffle.
When she woke up, she was already bound.
"Who are you?"
Upon waking up and seeing the unfamiliar room, Cheng Shuwǎn felt a surge of unease.
"My dear, you're awake."
Seeing the beauty awake, the man couldn't resist reaching out and touching her face. He then brought his hand to his nose and inhaled deeply with an expression of intoxication.
"This scent… it's intoxicating!" The man closed his eyes, savoring the moment.
"Ah! You pervert!"
The man's actions sent a chill down Cheng Shuwǎn's spine, and a wave of fear washed over her.
"Pervert?"
The man seemed unfazed by the word. Instead, he smiled at Cheng Shuwǎn and lewdly said, "Don't worry, the more exciting parts are yet to come. You'll be screaming your lungs out soon!"
With that, his hand reached towards Cheng Shuwǎn's majestic peaks.
"Snap!"
The sound of tearing fabric echoed in the air, and before the man's eyes was a vast expanse of white snow.
"Ah! Stop! Get away!"
Cheng Shuwǎn was in despair, her eyes already brimming with tears.
The man, gazing at the "snowscape" before him, breathed more rapidly. If he could just remove Cheng Shuwǎn's last piece of undergarment, he could behold the full panorama of the snow-capped mountains.
The sound of ripping clothes seemed to bring him endless pleasure.
"Come! Let me give you the ultimate pleasure!"
With that, he pounced on Cheng Shuwǎn like a hungry wolf.
At this moment, Cheng Shuwǎn's pupils were devoid of any light; her heart was as dead as ashes.
She closed her eyes in pain, having no more to hold onto!
But as she braced herself to fall into hell, the scene she expected never materialized.
It had become quiet all around.
A moment later, Cheng Shuwǎn heard a strange man's voice.
"The last one!"