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Reaching this level of strength, with seventy-five acupoints opened, an ordinary Intermediate Level 4 expert would not stand a chance against him. Moreover, with the assistance of the Crimson Lotus, he was virtually unstoppable below the High-Level. Even a typical Quasi-Advanced expert could be defeated without him feeling any pressure.
"These two fellows are really broke. I thought I would make a profit, but it turns out to be a losing deal." Upon opening the Storage Bracelet of Mud and the Short and Fat Man, he nearly lost his temper and couldn't help but kick the unconscious Short and Fat Man on the ground, almost cursing and killing him again.
"Forget it. Seeing how ugly this fellow is, living in this world already takes a lot of courage. I'll show some mercy and let him keep his miserable life." He unceremoniously collected all valuable items from the two of them, looked around to ensure no one else was nearby, then casually clapped his hands and vanished from sight in an instant.
After a while, the ugly Short and Fat Man was awakened by a scream. Drowsily opening his eyes, he saw his companion lying in a pool of blood, while further away were two frightened women fleeing in panic.
"Damn it!" Rubbing his painfully throbbing head, the Short and Fat Man struggled to get up and staggered closer to Mud's corpse. Upon closer inspection, he gasped in shock.
"One strike to kill; directly pierced through the forehead and into the skull. Judging by the severity of the wound, the opponent is clearly a gun expert. With Mud's Intermediate Level 4 peak strength, his actual combat power was still above mine, yet he was killed so easily. The enemy's strength is terrifying beyond imagination."
After careful analysis, sweat broke out on the Short and Fat Man's forehead, and chills ran down his back as he couldn't help but feel immense fear.
He didn't understand why the opponent spared his life, but precisely because he didn't know, he felt even more terrified. Surviving this disaster was purely luck; just thinking about how defenseless he was when knocked out by the enemy made him realize that an ordinary person with malicious intent could have killed him countless times over. Yet here he was, alive and well—what else could it be but luck?
"The other party spared my life for some reason before I lost consciousness. The person I saw was clearly that prince we were tracking with Mud. I misjudged this time; with that person's strength to approach us silently and easily subdue us, such power could rival some of the esteemed elders from Fu Qingmu Hall. But who exactly is that fellow?"
With thoughts swirling in his mind, the Short and Fat Man pondered for a while before sighing deeply. He picked up Mud's corpse from the ground, surveyed his surroundings, and swiftly fled.
The night was deep, with dim stars and moons. Inside Prince Ping's Mansion in the imperial capital, the vast estate was brightly lit, with guards patrolling diligently. The servants were all dressed elegantly and beautifully adorned; rockeries flowed with water amidst lush ancient trees and exotic flowers competing for beauty—showcasing a luxurious royal family style.
In a Gothic-style luxurious building on the west side of the mansion, Berlin wore a gloomy expression as Golden Blade sat at the head of the hall. Below him, the Short and Fat Man knelt respectfully on one knee, looking anxious and uneasy. Mud's cold corpse lay beside him, its eyes still wide open in death—showing a hint of fear that remained even after passing away.
"From what you're saying, it seems that person's strength is at least at the peak of Intermediate Level 5, or even higher. Not only did he detect the tracking mark in advance, but with one strike, he knocked you out, and with another, he directly killed Mud."
The slightly low voice echoed in the empty hall. There was no discernible anger or joy in the tone, but the oppressive atmosphere had already caused Short and Fat Man, who was half-kneeling on the ground, to sweat profusely from his forehead, rendered speechless.
"Y-yes," Short and Fat Man replied with a stiff voice, feeling even more anxious inside.
"Hehehe." Berlin's hand rested on the armrest of his chair, fingers tapping rhythmically on the mahogany armrest. A hint of a smile appeared on his face, but as his laughter continued, that smile gradually turned cold. He stared at Short and Fat Man with icy eyes and said flatly, "So this failure is my fault? I underestimated that person, which led to your failure and resulted in that useless Mud being killed. You worthless fool! You don't even know when that person appeared before you."
By the end of his words, Berlin nearly roared them out. His face was filled with rage, resembling a mad lion ready to pounce.
"I-I dare not," Short and Fat Man trembled all over, his expression almost on the verge of tears as he lowered his head, not daring to look at Berlin again.
"Hmph." Seeing Short and Fat Man's spineless demeanor made Berlin inexplicably annoyed. He couldn't help but snort coldly and frowned as he said, "Get lost. There's no need for punishment for this failure; that useless Mud is already beyond punishment. As for you, go accept your punishment."
Upon hearing the words "accept punishment," Short and Fat Man trembled violently. His eyes revealed an uncontrollable fear, but facing Berlin's authority and dominance, he suppressed his terror and respectfully replied, "Thank you for your mercy, my lord."
With that, Short and Fat Man quickly stood up, hoisted Mud's corpse onto his shoulder, bowed respectfully, and hurriedly exited the hall.
"To escape from my hands and even kill one of my subordinates—such an interesting character is rare to encounter. I wonder who you really are?" After Short and Fat Man left, Berlin's low laughter echoed in the hall, filled with murderous intent and excitement.
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