Chapter 1 The Night

The night quickly darkened, and a hazy moonlight hung over the starry sky.

In a grove of palm trees, An Qisheng gazed into the distance. The beach under the night sky was serene and gentle, the rising and falling waves lapping at the fine sand.

Not far from the beach, at the edge of the palm grove, was a small Western-style manor.

The faint glow of low-slung streetlights outside the manor was now visible.

That was the New Country branch of the Zhulong Society.

"Establishing their base by the sea, requiring only a few small boats, they can advance or retreat as they please. The Zhulong Society chose a good location."

Jiang Shili looked at the manor, a sneer playing on her lips. "Far from the crowds, perfect for making our move."

"Sister Jiang, when do we strike? And how?" Luo Neng asked in a low voice.

In front of the Zhulong Society's manor was a large open space. Although the streetlights were dim, they were bright enough for those inside to see clearly what was happening outside. It wouldn't be easy to sneak in silently.

"I'll send you the Zhulong Society's map first. Take a good look, and then act as you see fit! This mission is special; all Zhulong Society members are worth points!" Jiang Shili said softly, holding her long sword. "What we need to do now is wait."

"Wait?" An Qisheng's eyes flashed, remembering the anomaly he had sensed before leaving.

"Is it Doctor Wang?" Luo Neng also seemed to understand.

He knew Wang Zhixuan's style; she always took the lead in missions, and he guessed this time would be no different.

"Zhulong Society..." An Qisheng leaned against a palm tree, resting his spear across his knees.

His eyes were closed, seemingly to conserve energy, but in reality, his mental panel appeared in his vision, and he began to meditate.

In theory, entering his own dream and sneaking into the Zhulong manor to investigate would be the best choice.

But in fact, he couldn't do it right now.

He had tried it before and found that his ability had limits.

Within a certain range, everything he had experienced – people and things – would appear. But people and things he had never experienced or seen might not necessarily appear.

The last time he killed Ruan Xiuping, he had first lingered in the lobby of the guesthouse to gather information using his ability.

Its range was limited to that three-story guesthouse.

An Qisheng guessed that the specific reason was that his mental strength was not strong enough to receive information from a greater distance.

Otherwise, he wouldn't need to go out at all; he could experience everything in his sleep.

Time passed, minute by minute.

Suddenly, a burst of chaotic gunfire broke the silence.

An Qisheng's heart stirred, and he opened his eyes.

The others in the grove also stood up.

"Gunfire!" Luo Neng drew his gun. "The gunfire is coming from the Zhulong manor! It sounds like 9mm pistols! Have Doctor Wang and the others started their attack already?"

"Everyone, act freely! The goal: kill all Zhulong Society members." Jiang Shili moved quickly, issuing the order before dashing out like a civet cat.

"Let's go!" The others exchanged glances and dispersed, heading toward the Zhulong manor.

Attacks couldn't be carried out in a group; otherwise, a large-scale destructive weapon could wipe them all out.

"Zhulong Society..." Everyone else had already darted out before An Qisheng stood up, picked up his spear, and moved through the palm grove.

He moved quickly, and in just a minute or so, he had used the cover of darkness to approach the manor.

Inside the manor, gunfire was rapid, occasionally mixed with angry Japanese curses. The urgency in those Japanese words seemed to indicate fear.

Whoosh...

The manor was close. An Qisheng suddenly exerted force in his legs, increasing his speed.

Bang!

When he was about ten meters from the manor, he suddenly threw his spear, which stuck firmly into the manor wall.

Then, with a jump, he stepped on the 'wailing' spear shaft and climbed over the four-meter-high wall. With a twist and a hook of his foot, he pulled up the spear and held it in his hand again.

Under the bright lights of the manor, the front yard was almost entirely visible. More than a dozen bodies in suits lay in the front yard, and several ferocious dogs lay in pools of blood.

Figures flashed in the distance, sparks flew, and shouts of battle rang out. The fighting was intense.

An Qisheng hooked his arm, holding the spear, and jumped into the courtyard.

Woof...

Suddenly, a black-backed dog in the grass pounced on him.

Whoosh...

Without even looking, An Qisheng flicked his spear, the tip hitting the dog's neck squarely, snapping it instantly. The dog whimpered and flew several meters away.

"Hmm?" An Qisheng's heart warned him, and he flipped himself out of the way.

Bang!

A bullet hit the lawn behind him, sending grass flying.

"Baka!"

Amidst angry curses, several more shots hit the grass behind An Qisheng.

An Qisheng stepped forward with his spear, constantly changing his stance to dodge the bullets.

Since he had almost been shot last time, he had practiced in his dreams specifically on how to fight against armed opponents.

This person's marksmanship was average, far inferior to Wang Anfeng's, so it was naturally impossible to hit him.

"Only one person?" His gaze swept slightly, and he saw a grimacing Japanese man staring at him from behind a rockery not far away.

Whoosh!

His body rose and fell, like a tiger pouncing. The spear dragged behind him suddenly rose, like a viper striking, tearing through the air.

Bang!

The Japanese man fired a shot into the sky, already having his throat pierced by the spear.

"Gun..."

An Qisheng pulled out his spear, his mind moving as he took the gun from the corpse's hand and stuck it in the back of his waistband.

Although he practiced martial arts, he wasn't opposed to using guns. It was just that marksmanship required practice, and he felt that he didn't have enough time to practice his martial arts, so he naturally hadn't practiced much marksmanship.

His understanding of guns was limited to being able to fire them.

After that, he backed against cover, his figure moving erratically, approaching the battlefield where the sounds of fighting were coming from.

In front of the manor building, a rain of bullets flew, corpses littered the ground, and blood flowed like a river.

Here, An Qisheng saw Wang Zhixuan.

Amidst the scattered flying bullets, Wang Zhixuan was dressed in white, weaving through them.

Her feet were very fast, her movements like a ghost. In an instant, she would move more than ten meters, and she would casually break the necks of the Zhulong Society gunmen with a pat of her hand.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen gunmen were killed by her.

"Wang Zhixuan!!"

Suddenly, an angry roar exploded behind them.

An Qisheng turned his head slightly and saw a figure approaching from afar under the dim light. In just a few seconds, he had rushed out a hundred meters!

Before the roar had even faded, a narrow, gleaming katana had already been unsheathed. A chilling light flashed past, cutting through the air, tearing through the atmosphere.

He slashed at Wang Zhixuan, who was dozens of meters away!

"Huajin swordsman!"

Seeing this slash, An Qisheng's heart exploded.

The wielder's target was Wang Zhixuan, but this slash would definitely kill him as well!