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Outside, countless guards were engaged in a fierce battle with the elite forces dispatched by Dragon Hall. The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy unleashed by Ye Huan had created an unusual atmosphere that all could feel. The elite fighters from Dragon Hall swiftly dealt with the troublesome soldiers in their way and charged directly toward Ye Huan.
However, before they could reach Ye Huan's door, a booming voice erupted from within: "Let’s go, I’ll take you to kill some people!"
As soon as the voice faded, the door was suddenly flung open. Ye Huan appeared before everyone, clutching an M4A1 assault rifle equipped with a silencer. Indeed, it was an M4A1 assault rifle! When Ye Huan flipped to the third page of the 2012 Arms Compendium, the image printed there was of this powerful and stable weapon.
Behind Ye Huan, Weiyang stood guard with a staff, watching at least ten martial artists of Third Rank or above in front of them. Weiyang couldn't fathom where Ye Huan's confidence came from and asked, "Ye Huan, can you really do this?"
"Just watch!" Ye Huan replied with a radiant smile after scanning the room. Then, the muzzle of the M4A1 equipped with a silencer let out a muffled sound.
Puff...
In an instant, a bullet shot out from the M4A1, creating a bloody hole in the head of the nearest black-clad man. His body lifted off the ground as he fell backward in an arc onto the cold ground.
Instant kill!
Not far away, many soldiers took a collective step back upon witnessing this scene, distancing themselves from the black-clad figures.
Puff puff puff puff puff...
The continuous muffled sounds echoed as Ye Huan's M4A1 spat fire repeatedly. The distance was close enough that Ye Huan wasn't worried about missing; instead, he opted for a sweeping fire. After emptying a magazine, Ye Huan didn't even bother to reload. With a swift motion, he pulled out the 2012 Arms Compendium again. The empty M4A1 vanished from his hands just as a brand new one emerged from the compendium, landing perfectly in his grasp.
Puff puff puff puff puff...
Another round of gunfire erupted, and Ye Huan swore that all the pent-up anger he had accumulated over the past five days was unleashed in just two magazines.
Before him lay more than ten black-clad figures sprawled on the ground. Those who were less severely injured bore clear bullet holes in their legs or arms, while others had no fewer than five gaping wounds oozing bright red blood. Even the floor of the inn was stained a deep crimson from the blood flowing from these fallen men.
Standing behind Ye Huan, gripping his staff tightly, Weiyang was utterly astonished. His mouth hung open in an O shape, struggling to comprehend how Ye Huan had accomplished such a feat, especially given the vast disparity in strength between them.
A summoner was a profession that sacrificed personal power to summon powerful beings to fight, but what did Weiyang see before him?
In the blink of an eye, over ten warriors of Third Rank and above lay dead on the ground, some beyond saving. Honestly, Weiyang didn’t think he could ever achieve such perfection as Ye Huan had, particularly with the near-instantaneous killing techniques that left him profoundly shaken.
At the entrance of the inn, a large number of guards retreated as soon as the first black-clad man fell. They looked at Ye Huan with almost reverent gazes. However, admiration aside, after so many deaths in Beiyuan City, if Ye Huan couldn’t provide them with an explanation, these guards would not leave under any circumstances.
There always had to be a leader. Soon, a man wearing a feathered iron helmet stepped forward from among the guards. Sweat beads as small as beans covered his face, clearly indicating his extreme nervousness.
“Esteemed sir, may I ask why you have killed these men…” His legs trembled as he approached Ye Huan and Weiyang, forcing himself to ask despite not daring to glance at the dead black-clad figures.
People always grow from their experiences. After his first kill, Ye Huan had become much calmer in such situations. He pulled out a copper medal given by his father that proved his identity and said, “I am Ye Huan, the eldest son of the Royal Capital Ye Family. This is Weiyang, a Fourth-Level Mage from the Mage Association. We are here on orders from the president of the Mage Association to eliminate these thieves who have stolen important secrets.”
He flashed the copper medal in front of the guard’s eyes and then turned his head to wink at Weiyang, signaling him to show his identification as well so they could resolve this matter quickly.
Weiyang shook his head helplessly; he knew he was completely dragged into this by Ye Huan. However, seeing Ye Huan still holding onto his M4A1 assault rifle piqued his curiosity. He took out his own identification, which clearly bore his name: Weiyang.
Originally thinking that once they proved their identities, the guards would leave them alone, Ye Huan was taken aback when many guards erupted into chaos upon seeing Weiyang's Mage Association identification.
"God! He is the genius magician of the Huaxia Nation, Weiyang!"
"Is this for real? My idol is such a chubby guy."
"Damn it, I no longer believe in love..."
Despite the disappointment regarding Weiyang's appearance, a number of guards squeezed in from outside, rushing to Weiyang's side to observe him up close. Some even asked Weiyang for autographs.
Seeing this scene, Ye Huan smiled lightly but said nothing. Instead, he approached the group of black-clad individuals. Ignoring the dead ones, several of the remaining black-clad men were clearly still alive.
Finding one who was not too severely injured, Ye Huan crouched down beside him with an M4A1 assault rifle in hand. He shoved the silenced muzzle directly into the man's mouth and pretended to threaten him fiercely, saying, "I won't kill you. After you leave the inn, tell your companions not to come after me, Ye Huan. Otherwise, you know what will happen. Oh, and when you roll back to the capital with your buddies, make sure to tell Long Batian that I will pay him a visit when I return to the capital. Thank him for his persistent attempts to hunt me down..."
"Mmm mmm..." With his mouth blocked by the gun barrel, the black-clad man seemed to want to say something but ended up making muffled sounds instead. He quickly nodded in agreement.
"Get lost!" Ye Huan glanced at him with disgust. Releasing his grip, the M4A1 vanished into thin air once more. The black-clad man struggled to stand despite his leg injury and limped toward the door after casting a fearful glance at Ye Huan.
"Let him go!" As the black-clad man was about to exit the inn but was stopped by several guards, Ye Huan waved his hand, signaling them to let him leave.
Understanding that Ye Huan had significant influence, the guards exchanged glances and complied with his request without saying anything further.
Once the black-clad man completely disappeared from Ye Huan's sight, Ye Huan stood at Weiyang's doorway and gestured at him. Receiving Ye Huan's signal, Weiyang casually dealt with the remaining guards and instructed them to 'handle' the rest of the black-clad men before quickly returning inside.
"I have to ask, Ye Huan, what was that thing you summoned just now? It wasn't a Summoner, was it?" The first thing Weiyang asked upon entering was about what he had witnessed—Ye Huan killing or injuring ten warriors above Third Rank.
With a flick of his wrist, an M4A1 appeared in Ye Huan's hand. He tossed it toward Weiyang and said with a smile, "This is called a 'gun.' You might not understand even if I explain it to you; figure it out yourself!"
As Weiyang clumsily reached out for the weapon flying toward him, just as it touched his skin, it inexplicably vanished before their eyes without leaving a trace.
Ye Huan furrowed his brow and summoned a weapon once again, handing it to Weiyang. As before, the moment the gun made contact with Weiyang's body, it vanished into thin air. This led Ye Huan to a quick conclusion: aside from himself, no one else could use the Arms summoned through the Summoning Book.
It made sense; if everyone in this world could wield the Arms that Ye Huan summoned, establishing a modern terror organization would be a piece of cake for him. With the firearms in his hands, not only would he be able to carry out any terror activities, but dominating the entire region wouldn't be out of reach either.
Understanding this, Ye Huan could only offer Weiyang an apologetic smile. Weiyang shrugged in response, clearly feeling quite disappointed.
Guns held an irresistible allure for any normal man. Back in high school, whenever classmates mentioned going for shooting practice, Ye Huan would eagerly follow them. This was also why his marksmanship was decent; he understood Weiyang's feelings all too well.
After a moment of silence, Weiyang forced a smile and asked Ye Huan, "By the way, how did things go with those men in black?"
"All taken care of. Next, I plan to head to Liangzhou. Want to come with me?" Ye Huan hurriedly replied, hoping to have Weiyang accompany him to Liangzhou.
"Not so fast. Take a look at this..." Without immediately agreeing, Weiyang slowly pulled something out from his pocket.
Leaning in closer, Ye Huan saw that it was a map—a map of Huaxia Nation.
In the center of the map were two bold red characters: 'Red Ticket!'
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