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The speed of the Bald Man was astonishing, and as he charged forward, he unexpectedly drew a long knife from his waist. Who knew how such a knife could be concealed on his person without anyone noticing? The Braided Guy did not move, seemingly having great confidence in the Bald Man.
Zhang Yang was taken aback by the Bald Man's speed. When he saw that the knife was actually a Japanese Samurai Sword, the blade was less than a foot away from his chest.
"Little devil!" Zhang Yang shouted, narrowly dodging the blade by leaning to the side. He appeared to move slowly like a falling leaf, but it was surprisingly light, as if the force from the blade had blown him away. The Bald Man was momentarily stunned and quickly changed his attack, sweeping the sword towards the direction Zhang Yang had dodged.
The blade shimmered as Zhang Yang swiftly slid to the side and then suddenly raised his hand to cut. From several feet away, a finely crafted katana was abruptly sliced in half.
The Bald Man was taken aback. Zhang Yang turned and delivered a powerful kick to his abdomen, a surge of storm-like force rushing towards the Bald Man.
"Bang!" In an instant, smoke erupted where the Bald Man had been standing, but he was nowhere to be seen. Zhang Yang's kick missed, and the shockwave slammed into a tree behind him, snapping the trunk, which was as thick as a bowl, in two.
"Baka!" the Braided Guy suddenly shouted. He clearly did not expect this opponent to be so formidable.
The Braided Guy swung his arms, and suddenly a shuriken appeared between his fingers. It was this very thing that pierced Chairman Liu's throat; once embedded in flesh, it would continue to spin, likely causing severe damage to that old lecher's neck.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Six shurikens whistled through the air towards Zhang Yang, coming from all directions—above, below, front, back, left, and right—seemingly sealing off all possible escape routes for him!
Zhang Yang was startled and quickly moved his hands in a circular motion. A powerful airflow redirected all the shurikens into one direction until they entered the circle formed by his hands, spinning rapidly. Zhang Yang then thrust his hands forward forcefully, sending five shurikens whistling towards the Braided Guy. The sound of them slicing through the air resembled a beast's wail as they streaked like meteors. Yes, five; Zhang Yang thought this weapon was quite good and kept one for himself.
The Braided Guy was greatly shocked; he did not expect such speed!
In a moment of panic, the Braided Guy leaned back and fell to the ground as the shurikens flew past his nose!
At that moment, the Bald Man suddenly appeared behind Zhang Yang and punched towards the back of his head. The fingers of his punching hand were covered with steel gauntlets that glimmered with a bluish light from their sharp spikes.
Zhang Yang suddenly turned around at an incredible angle, not only avoiding the punch but also grabbing Bald Man by the throat and lifting him up!
Bald Man was instantly immobilized, and Zhang Yang's other hand was not idle; with a series of cracking sounds, he broke Bald Man's limb joints. Both of them were deadly fighters, and Zhang Yang naturally showed no mercy, promptly throwing Bald Man back to the ground.
With his joints broken, Bald Man could not move, his facial muscles twisted in pain, and a terrifying wail escaped his throat.
Braided Guy suddenly sprang up like a carp leaping from the water, pulling out four small knives from a pouch he carried. With several swift motions, he stabbed them into his shoulders and thighs, blood gushing forth. He let out a loud shout, and suddenly a blood-red figure surged forward, exuding a strong smell of blood as it lunged at Zhang Yang!
Meanwhile, Braided Guy stood behind, eyes fixed on the Blood-colored Figure, muttering incantations under his breath.
Zhang Yang dared not underestimate the situation and evaded the Blood-colored Figure's attack. However, the figure's speed was extraordinarily fast; Zhang Yang's arm was accidentally grazed by its hand, instantly leaving a deep cut that bled profusely!
As the scent of blood filled the air, the figure seemed to grow even more ferocious, launching a storm-like assault on Zhang Yang!
Seizing an opportunity, Zhang Yang threw a punch aimed at the Blood-colored Figure's chest. However, it felt as though he had struck air; as soon as his fist made contact with the figure, it turned icy cold. Zhang Yang quickly retracted his fist, revealing that the skin had been torn open and was now covered in blood!
"Damn it, what kind of dark magic is this? I can't confront this figure head-on; its speed is too fast! If this drags on, I'm doomed!" Zhang Yang cursed inwardly while doing his utmost to dodge.
Suddenly, Braided Guy spat out a breath; the Blood-colored Figure lunged forward with great force, seemingly about to engulf Zhang Yang in blood.
"Up!" Zhang Yang summoned all his strength and leaped up over ten meters to avoid the Blood-colored Figure's attack. In mid-air, he did not stop exerting force and struck downwards towards Braided Guy.
Braided Guy never expected that not only had Zhang Yang evaded this fierce blow, but he also unleashed a devastating palm strike. The wind from the strike howled as it approached; by the time Braided Guy tried to dodge, it was already too late. With a loud bang, he was hit and sent flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood upon landing!
This mouthful of blood caused the Blood-colored Figure to continue charging forward and crash into a large tree. With a loud crash, the thick trunk of the tree was shredded into pieces; one section broke into fragments as the tree collapsed with a thunderous sound. Following this, the Blood-colored Figure transformed into a cloud of blood mist before vanishing completely.
Zhang Yang silently exclaimed "ashamed," thinking that he had narrowly escaped death at the hands of the Blood-colored Figure.
The Braided Guy struggled to sit up, gasping for breath. Would Zhang Yang allow him to counterattack? He stepped forward and, using the same method, broke the man's limbs.
Afterward, Zhang Yang grabbed the Bald Man and placed him alongside the Braided Guy. He then pressed on both of their Dantian points, rendering them unable to gather energy or exert strength.
"Can instantly vanish and has blood-colored witchcraft; are you ninjas from Wa Country?" After doing all this, Zhang Yang was already sweating profusely. He lit a cigarette, sat cross-legged on the ground, and asked.
"Just grant us death!" Both the Bald Man and the Braided Guy surprisingly spoke in unison.
"It seems we have no grievances, right? Who sent you here?" Zhang Yang continued to inquire, the smoke he exhaled making both men uncomfortable as they coughed a few times.
The two fell silent. Zhang Yang estimated that if their limbs weren't broken, they would have likely committed seppuku by now. He stood up and searched their bodies; aside from some hidden weapons, there was nothing else—except for a photograph with Zhang Yang's image on it.
"Who could have invited such skilled ninjas from Wa Country?" Zhang Yang pondered quietly. Just as he was thinking about how to continue interrogating them, both men suddenly made strange sounds from their mouths, followed by blood oozing from the corners of their lips!
Not good; they had poison hidden in their mouths! By the time Zhang Yang realized this, it was too late; both men had already breathed their last.
Zhang Yang paid no further attention to them and left in frustration, returning to the hotel.
This battle had been exhausting; Zhang Yang felt a blockage in the flow of energy within him.
After some thought, he picked up another golden pill given by Tian Yi Sheng and swallowed it. He then sat cross-legged to circulate his energy. Once the golden pill entered his stomach, he felt much better; his energy flowed smoothly again as the Blue Figure appeared and began to dance slowly, helping restore the flow of energy within Zhang Yang.
As the humanoid figure in his mind stopped dancing, he realized that dawn had already broken in the east. Zhang Yang stood up and immediately felt much more energized. At that moment, he suddenly sensed faint footsteps coming from the hotel corridor.
Zhang Yang quietly peered through the peephole and discovered that it was fully armed SWAT and armed police, equipped with rifles and handguns, and he could see flashbangs and tear gas canisters on their belts.
"Damn it!" Zhang Yang cursed inwardly, quickly rushing to the window. Although he was on the fifth floor, jumping down shouldn't be a problem. However, as he gently lifted a corner of the curtain, he noticed that the area below was already surrounded by seven or eight armed vehicles.
At this time, it was early morning, and there were hardly any pedestrians on the street; these armed vehicles were particularly eye-catching.
Could they think it was those two Wokou? An international case would warrant such a large response? No, it wouldn't be possible to solve the case so quickly, and these two were clearly professional killers; it would take a long time just to investigate their identities.
Could they think someone had attacked Chairman Liu? That wasn't right either; it was just a punch thrown, done with restraint, not even a minor injury. There was no need for SWAT to be deployed...
Just then, there was a soft sound at the door, as if someone was gently tapping on it with a key.
This didn't make sense either. Even if they were here to arrest someone, they should follow normal procedures and methods. Sneaking into the room like this—was it a desperate attempt to see a corpse?
Zhang Yang felt a surge of panic. Given the situation, even if he charged out amidst bloodshed, the consequences would be unimaginable. He quickly tossed his phone onto the bed and slipped into the bathroom.
The door opened silently, and several SWAT officers entered the room. They first checked around the room and noticed the phone still on the bed, immediately turning their attention to the bathroom. The bathroom door was closed, and several dark gun barrels were aimed at it.
The leader made a gesture, and a series of rapid sounds followed as the door was shot into a sieve. The guns were all equipped with silencers, so the noise wasn't very loud.
With a clang, the bathroom door fell down. One SWAT officer reacted quickly and threw in a tear gas canister.
A choking smell filled the air, followed by several guns firing wildly at various angles toward the bathroom.
After everything calmed down, two SWAT officers entered the bathroom but found not a single trace of anyone inside.
"Did he run away early? No, that's not right. According to the surveillance, he entered the room and never came out!" The leader muttered, looking up at the ceiling of the bathroom.
"Not good, there's a ventilation duct above!" the leader suddenly shouted. "Surround the entire hotel tightly, evacuate the guests, and search inch by inch. We absolutely cannot let the criminal escape!"
At that moment, the phone belonging to Zhang Yang on the bed rang. The leader picked up the phone, and the caller ID displayed: Fish Head.
"Hello!" The leader answered the call.
"Zhang Yang, where are you?" A voice came from the receiver; it was Shen Zhiyu.
"Who are you to Zhang Yang?" the man asked.
"Who are you? I am Shen Zhiyu from Heavenly Mechanism Group!" Shen Zhiyu seemed a bit anxious and realized it wasn't Zhang Yang, prompting him to ask.
"Oh, it's Manager Shen. I am He Shen from the Special Operations Unit of the Mountain and Sea Armed Police Corps. Zhang Yang is now a criminal suspect. We are working with SWAT on orders to apprehend him!" He Shen replied.
"A criminal suspect? Do you have evidence? He is one of our people from Heavenly Mechanism Group. Has he communicated with us?" Shen Zhiyu nearly shouted.
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