Starting by picking up a female fan, he swept through the martial arts world.

Yunjin City, International Settlement Airport.

Jiang Lang dragged his suitcase through the crowd of people waiting to pick him up, queued up to hail a taxi, and then sat in the passenger seat after putting his luggage away.

"Master, to Qipu University."

"Young man, your accent doesn't sound like a local!"

"no."

Jiang Lang gave a casual reply and fastened his seatbelt on his own.

"Oh……"

The driver grinned knowingly, praising with a hint of smugness, "Judging from your appearance, you must be here for work. To find a job in Yunjin is quite an achievement! Let me tell you, in Yunjin..."

Jiang Lang rubbed his temples, somewhat disapproving of the superior enthusiasm unique to the locals of Yunjin.

He didn't reply, but just leaned against the car window, gazing at the city he hadn't seen for three years.

It seems that this place has become much more prosperous after three years.

The diverse architectural styles of various ethnic groups added a lot of depth to the urban structure of the former International Settlement.

The aesthetic diversity brought about by colonialism has created a unique style of concessions, and Yunjin City is the epitome of this style.

The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror and, seeing him staring out the window in a daze, became even more enthusiastic in his introduction: "You're new to Yunjin, so it's normal for your eyes to be blurry."

That building that looked like an anthill earlier was invested in by the "ant tribe" last year by their company, Supta. It's one of the top companies in the entire public housing complex. My son is a disappointment; I had to pull a lot of strings to get him a job there.

"sharp."

Jiang Lang gave a perfunctory compliment, then lowered his eyelids and closed his eyes to rest.

The driver realized he had been giving the blind man a flirtatious look, and was immediately annoyed. However, after muttering a few words in the local dialect, he stopped talking and drove quietly.

About ten minutes later, a sudden stop on the brakes woke Jiang Lang, who was dozing off.

He rubbed his eyes: "Have we arrived?"

"The road ahead is blocked!"

The driver looked a little embarrassed: "Young man, the traffic police have blocked the road ahead, and it probably won't be open for a while. Perhaps we could take a detour?"

Jiang Lang glanced ahead and indeed found that the road ahead was almost blocked. A group of people in the uniforms of the Assistant Bureau had surrounded a small building.

Judging by this scene, it must be another operation to catch fugitives.

There are three main roads leading to the outside world in the public concession. If this road is blocked, you have to take a detour of more than 20 miles.

"No need, I'll get off here."

Jiang Lang took out his pass, swiped it on the card reader, and then got off the bus to retrieve his luggage.

The driver was taken aback: "Hey, hey, hey? The road is already closed. You can't walk out even if you get out of the car. Taking a detour won't take much time... You're really something, young man, trying to save a few bucks."

Seeing that Jiang Lang had already walked away with his luggage, he had no choice but to give up. He glanced at the almost completely blocked road and started grumbling again.

Jiang Lang dragged his suitcase along the sidewalk and soon reached the congested inner edge of the area.

Outside the quarantine zone set up by the Assistant Bureau, a crowd gathered to watch the spectacle.

He and the others looked up at the clock tower and saw a blood-soaked corpse hanging there.

Although they were far apart, he could see clearly with his eyesight that the corpse's eyes had been gouged out, and the character "蠹" (mosquito) was tattooed on its forehead. Its limbs were intertwined and twisted like a pretzel. Several special agents were carefully hoisting the corpse back up.

Huh?

Doesn't the way this corpse died look all too familiar?

Whispers rippled through the crowd.

"I saw it clearly, the dead one is Song Han, the director of the Maritime Trade Office, and he has the character 'moth' on his face."

"Word-destroying? The silent official has reappeared?"

"Nonsense! Who else but Mo Li would kill like that?"

"I told you long ago that Song Han was a scoundrel, fawning over foreigners and exploiting the people to the bone. Mo Li did a great job!"

"But now Mo Li is surrounded by those beasts from the Assistant Bureau, and I'm afraid he won't be able to get away."

The group chatted excitedly, but dared not speak too loudly. They would occasionally use binoculars to confirm the identity of the deceased, and at other times they would look worriedly at the surrounded building.

Jiang Lang's expression grew increasingly strange.

Is the one surrounded the Mo Li?

So who am I?

……

The Security Bureau was a guard organization within the concession, responsible for security matters within the concession. It was solely responsible for the safety of foreign guests within the concession, and its lower and middle-level members were mostly Chinese.

The enclosed building is a gold and jade building, but it doesn't sell gold and jade. It only sells high-end materials from all walks of life. It is a landmark building on the edge of the public concession.

At this moment, the doors and windows of the small building were tightly closed, and the building was completely wrapped in spiderweb-like threads of light, like a cocoon.

Outside.

The corps leader, carrying a psionic heavy sniper rifle in one hand, kept wiping sweat from his brow with his arm.

Holding his phone in his other hand, he explained frantically, "Chief Inspector! We've surrounded Mo Li in the Spider Prison; he can't escape."

An impatient voice came from the other end of the phone: "Since you've surrounded them, just arrest them! What are you dawdling for?"

The brigade commander's forehead was covered in sweat: "This Mo Li is a bit strange. My sniper rifle's homing device has been locked onto him, and I've fired several shots, but I still haven't killed him. He's too strong. I'm afraid the brothers might have to go in..."

"waste!"

The chief inspector shouted angrily, "The real clerk is long dead. You're all so scared by a mere copycat?"

The liaison officer lowered his head, too timid to answer.

The inspector general was silent for a moment before saying, "Keep surrounding them. I'll be right there. Don't let anyone get away!"

The liaison officer, feeling as if granted a pardon, straightened his back: "Rest assured! With the strength of the Heavenly Spider Prison, even if the Silent Official himself came, he wouldn't be able to break it easily!"

Five years ago, Mo Li was already famous in Yun Jin City, specializing in killing corrupt human officials and high-ranking members of all races.

The experts from all races were dismembered and their bodies thrown into the street.

Corrupt officials among the human race will be hung high up, with the character "蠹" (mosquito) tattooed on their foreheads.

No declaration, no warning, no survivors.

The entire city of Yunjin was thrown into a state of panic, and the nosy locals gave this man the nickname "Silent Official."

Three years ago, Mo Li and his accomplices died in a siege by the high-ranking officials of the concession and the human military. It was thought that the matter was over, but in the past two years, imitators of Mo Li have emerged one after another.

Unfortunately, these copycats were not very skilled, and they were caught one after another. Most of them were university students, martial arts practitioners, or even hitmen hired by busybodies.

So the Assistant Directorate is just annoyed, but not to the point of being a headache.

But this copycat who recently emerged is quite formidable; including today's victim, he has already killed three high-ranking officials.

If I fail again this time, oh my god, it will affect my career!

It's alright though!

He had requested the Sky Spider Prison from the Zerg in advance and trapped the imitator to death.

When the inspector general arrives, the copycat will have no choice but to await his death.

After all, the Inspector General is a renowned expert among the Zerg, and even if it were the Silent Official himself inside, he might not be able to escape being surrounded and killed.

The brigade leader wiped the sweat from his brow and shouted, "Everyone, stay alert! If this clerk gets away, none of us will escape unscathed!"

"yes!"

The special agents all stood up straight.

Throughout the agonizing wait, the Commander held tightly to his psionic heavy sniper rifle.

About five minutes later, a spider silk thread shot onto the clock tower.

Then, a figure glided over, gripping a spider silk thread, and landed steadily in front of the Golden Jade Pavilion.

The man had dark skin, and although his waist was frighteningly thin, he looked exceptionally robust, and his spider-like eyes were extremely menacing.

The assistant commissioner quickly stepped forward: "Chief Inspector!"

The inspector general narrowed his eyes: "They didn't run away, did they?"

"without!"

The guild leader quickly presented the psionic heavy sniper rifle, pointing to the spirit-locking crystal on it, saying, "It's been locked on the whole time!"

The inspector general nodded in satisfaction, drew a serrated blade that gleamed with blue light, and looked at the spiderweb-sealed Jin Yulou: "Remove the Heavenly Spider Prison!"

"yes!"

The coordinator nodded, squeezed the spider egg in his hand, and soon spider incantations, like silk being spun, came from inside the egg.

The originally tough spider silk prison instantly turned into golden liquid, like frost and snow that had strayed into the summer solstice, and was drawn back into the spider eggs.

The moment the Spider Prison was removed, the Chief Inspector transformed into a blur and rushed inside.

The brigade commander quickly ordered, "Keep up!"

Twenty or thirty special agents rushed in and began a violent search.

However, fifteen minutes later, looking at the empty Jin Yu Lou...

The inspector general's face was extremely grim, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably: "Where is he?! Is this the person you said couldn't escape?"

The special agents remained silent, trembling with fear.

The liaison officer's face turned deathly pale, as if he had lost his parents.

My political career... is over!

……

Five minutes later.

In a hotel not far from Jinyulou.

Jiang Lang looked at the unconscious woman in leather pants in the bathtub and deeply regretted his past aesthetic choices.

Damn, I never knew wearing leather pants could be so cringeworthy.

This copycat is really dedicated; he even copied leather pants.

Can't we come up with something more innovative?

For example, wearing a cheongsam or something?