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In the cool night, Fan Feng's voice was lowered, as if it were a thin thread binding the sound into a bundle, calm like ice:
"Everyone pay attention, we have received reports of someone engaging in cult activities, which is a target we will severely crack down on. The other party may likely resist, so we must quickly control the situation, avoid harming innocents, but do not let any criminals escape."
"Do you understand?!"
"Understood!"
The fully armed SWAT team had already gathered outside Zhang Qi's office building, the cordon had long been set up, and a few individuals who were used to wandering at night were kept at bay.
Looking up at the office building, the Ancient Sorcerer seemed to pierce the clouds in the night.
"Be careful later; I can't look after you."
Fan Feng walked over to the Ancient Sorcerer. If it weren't for Kong Ying, she would never allow the Ancient Sorcerer to participate in tonight's operation.
With a smile, the Ancient Sorcerer said, "I can take care of myself; when it comes to killing, you really can't compare to me."
The Ancient Sorcerer certainly had that confidence; he was a true killing machine.
"Hmph!"
Fan Feng snorted coldly and then turned away from the Ancient Sorcerer, intending to leave.
"Be careful later; that Zhang Qi is not an easy person. If anything unusual happens, don't force it."
Fan Feng's body turned back slowly as she seriously looked at the Ancient Sorcerer and after a while said, "Oh, fine, I'll be counting on you."
Fan Feng's words sounded normal, but her tone was anything but. While she openly said she was counting on the Ancient Sorcerer, in reality, she didn't take his words to heart at all.
Indeed, Fan Feng did not take Ancient Sorcerer's words to heart. She had dealt with someone like Zhang Qi before; those so-called "abilities" were nothing but tricks. Was there really someone in this world who could become invulnerable just by drinking a little talisman water?
What an international joke!
Those who claimed to be powerful ended up being caught by themselves, didn't they?
So, how could Fan Feng possibly heed Ancient Sorcerer's words?
Seeing Fan Feng like this, Ancient Sorcerer knew that she certainly wasn't listening to him. After a brief chuckle, he said nothing more—since it was useless to speak, he would just wait until she truly hit a wall and felt the pain.
How much capability Zhang Qi had, Ancient Sorcerer couldn't be sure, but he definitely had some trump cards.
"Let's go."
With a command from Fan Feng, the prepared SWAT team entered in single file, splitting into two groups: one took the elevator while the other took the stairs.
Ancient Sorcerer followed behind Fan Feng, but to his surprise, as soon as they entered the lobby of the office building, he saw someone rushing out—it was none other than Zhang Qi!
“Zhang Qi, stop! You are suspected of cult activities. Please cooperate with us for an investigation.”
Fan Feng was clearly well-prepared; although it was their first meeting, she recognized him at a glance.
Zhang Qi's expression changed. He had felt something was off all evening, and now just as he was about to leave, the police showed up!
Almost instinctively, Zhang Qi turned to run, but as soon as he did, he felt a strong force from behind him. He was knocked to the ground, and cold handcuffs were snapped onto his wrists.
Fan Feng pulled Zhang Qi up and then shot a glance at Ancient Sorcerer.
Ancient Sorcerer knew that Fan Feng was deliberately trying to provoke him, meaning, didn't you say this person was very powerful before? What about now? I have subdued him in just a couple of moves!
With a smile, Ancient Sorcerer said nothing.
"Hmph! So it's you."
As soon as Zhang Qi was pulled up, he immediately saw Ancient Sorcerer.
"Ah, Zhang Qi, your issues have come to light, so it's better for you to behave yourself."
Zhang Qi glared as if he could kill someone, but Ancient Sorcerer didn't care at all.
"Behave yourself! Come with us."
Fan Feng pushed Zhang Qi toward the elevator. They had caught the person, but the matter wasn't over yet; the most important evidence collection work had not been completed. Otherwise, even if they arrested him, he would still be released after some time.
"Clap, clap, clap~"
The lights in the dance studio were turned on, revealing a bright white space. The armed police began to carefully search every inch of the area, while Ancient Sorcerer immediately led Fan Feng toward the room where the portrait of Supreme Ancestor hung.
Upon opening the door, Fan Feng furrowed his brow. The room had little light and was as dark as ink. He could vaguely see three people lying on the floor and even hear them muttering something. As for the strange portrait hanging on the wall, black blood was oozing from the corners of its eyes, pooling on the floor.
"Whoosh~"
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in from nowhere, causing Fan Feng to shudder and take a step back involuntarily.
"Hahaha! You are all doomed! Supreme Ancestor has descended!"
Zhang Qi suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard that he couldn't catch his breath and eventually started to cough violently.
The Ancient Sorcerer had a gloomy expression. He noticed that the so-called Supreme Ancestor's portrait hanging on the wall had a trace of blood appearing at the corner of its mouth, which then grew larger until it spewed forth like a spring. Strangely, as soon as this black blood was expelled, it vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed. Eventually, the mouth opened wider, emitting a "gugugu" sound, resembling the noise made by someone on the verge of death with their throat choked by blood.
"Hmph! Playing tricks!"
Fan Feng, startled and taking a step back, felt a surge of anger and embarrassment. He stepped forward and reached for the Supreme Ancestor's portrait.
"Wait..."
It was too late for the Ancient Sorcerer to speak; Fan Feng had already torn down the portrait.
"You can't just take it down like this."
The Ancient Sorcerer shook his head vigorously. This portrait of the Supreme Ancestor was clearly peculiar; it shouldn't be removed without proper preparation, or else the person who took it down would definitely face problems. However, Fan Feng was certainly not going to believe that.
"What if I do take it down?"
Fan Feng said as he crumpled it up and threw it into the corner. As soon as the portrait hit the ground, it ignited with a whoosh and turned to ashes in an instant.
"Ah!"
Fan Feng was stunned. If one could argue that the black blood on the portrait was intentionally smeared on, that could barely make sense. But what was this spontaneous combustion all about?
"This... this..."
Having killed multiple people or narrowly escaped death many times, Fan Feng considered himself to have developed a heart of iron. Yet at this moment, he felt a tingling sensation on his scalp; everything before him was simply too bizarre.
“Ha ha ha! You are all doomed! Ha ha ha!”
Zhang Qi's maniacal laughter echoed in the room, sounding like a chicken being squeezed by its belly and like a knife scraping against bone...
He is a god:
He is the Divine Healer respected by all good people.
He is a demon:
He is the devil feared by all wicked people.
After the Caged Tiger escapes and returns to the bustling city, can he wreak havoc at a time when his family is on the brink of collapse?
Domineering and powerful.
Having grown up under the influence of those demons in the dark inferno, what kind of magnificent and spectacular life will he lead?
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