Gao Wu: I became the minor villain that the protagonist was about to destroy.

Kaoru Hanayama slowly withdrew his fist, looking down at it intently. Although the blow had hit its target squarely, the sensation was strangely jarring, unlike the feeling of striking flesh; it felt more like smashing into a thick, sticky lump of mud.

"They run incredibly fast."

Seeing that his target had escaped using some strange method, Kaoru Hanayama stopped and turned around expressionlessly. As he moved, his mountain-like, imposing body naturally exuded an invisible sense of oppression.

The psionic police officers who were on high alert around him found themselves breathless in the face of this overwhelming pressure, which was purely physical and imposing. They instinctively stepped back, making way for him.

All eyes were on him until his imposing figure disappeared around the street corner, at which point the heart-pounding pressure suddenly eased.

"Phew...that guy just now...that was terrifying!"

"That punch...Is the man in black who was hit already turned into mincemeat?"

"With that kind of power... is it really possible for anyone to survive?"

The team members discussed the incident with lingering fear, their voices still trembling.

Liu Qingyun also stared solemnly in the direction Huashan Xun had left. As the captain, her strength and eyesight far surpassed those of ordinary team members, but it was precisely because of this that she could more clearly feel the almost savage and terrifying power contained in that punch just now.

It was a violent aesthetic that abandoned fancy techniques and returned to the source of power, which made her feel a chill in her heart for a moment.

"Don't just stand there!" Liu Qingyun suppressed his inner turmoil and ordered sharply, "Immediately go forward to check the situation and confirm the target's fate! Quickly!"

"Yes, Captain Liu!"

The team members then seemed to snap out of their daze and quickly sprang into action. Liu Qingyun, however, stood rooted to the spot, his brow furrowed, pondering to himself: ("This is definitely not just ordinary superhuman strength... Is that domineering power that destroys everything an innate trait? Just how many secrets does the Black Dragon Society hold?")

A moment later, the team member in charge of the reconnaissance rushed back, his face filled with disbelief: "Report, Team Leader Liu! At the scene... there was no trace of the man in black! Only a deep pit and a set of clothes were found on the ground; there wasn't even a trace of blood!"

"Disappeared again?" Liu Qingyun's face instantly darkened. "Just like the previous incidents, vanished into thin air? Immediately seal off the scene! Expand the search area!"

Meanwhile, several blocks away, in a penthouse room of an upscale apartment building.

"puff--!"

A young man with a sinister expression suddenly leaned forward from the sofa, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He clutched his chest, his face filled with a mixture of pain and violence.

"Cough...cough cough...bastard!" he growled in a low voice, his eyes filled with ruthlessness and disbelief. "My 'clone'...can't even withstand a single blow?! Is that guy...a monster?!"

The intense backlash from the instant destruction of his clone reduced the damage by 80%, but 20% of the damage was still fed back to his main body. Even this 20% caused his internal organs to feel displaced, his spiritual energy to become disordered, and his face to turn as pale as paper.

The man was breathing heavily, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes revealing a murderous intent.

Struggling to grab his phone, he quickly dialed a number, practically roaring into the receiver, "I messed up here. But I want it tonight! Tonight! The entire Black Dragon Society must be utterly destroyed! Understand?!"

Without waiting for a response, he slammed down the phone, as another violent coughing fit struck.

On the other end of the phone, in the back seat of a luxuriously decorated, smoothly driving limousine.

A composed middle-aged man slowly took his phone away from his ear, his face showing no surprise, but rather a predictable, contemptuous smile.

"Hmph, some outsider who appeared out of nowhere, does he really think Luoxia City is a piece of fat meat that can be easily devoured? He doesn't know his own limitations."

He tapped the armrest lightly with his fingertips and calmly instructed the person in the shadows in front of him, "Plan as usual, let's begin. Let's finish off this 'ally's' defeat properly."

"Yes, Master."

A low, respectful response came from the shadows.

The next moment, with an invisible command issued, from the dark corners of the city, as if ink had been dripped into clear water, a large number of silent shadows began to surge in an orderly fashion, like an awakening undercurrent, silently converging towards their respective goals. In the city of Luoxia under the cover of night, the undercurrent suddenly intensified.

At this moment, all was quiet, except for the faint light shining from the entrance of the Black Dragon Hunting Company. Guo Haihuang lay on an old bamboo rocking chair, the creaking sound carrying a strange rhythm.

He held a small purple clay teapot, not drinking directly from it, but squinting his eyes to enjoy the fragrant steam, his face showing a carefree and serene expression.

"Oh ho ho..." He let out a series of low, pleasant laughs, as if talking to himself, or as if speaking to the night, "The wind here tonight is quite menacing, it's really lively."

"Whoosh—Bang!"

High above, a completely different muffled thud ripped through the silence of the night! It wasn't an ordinary gunshot; it sounded more like the explosion of some kind of high-pressure airflow, deep yet extremely penetrating.

A specially made bullet, gleaming with a ghostly blue light, spun out from a distant high-rise building with terrifying supersonic kinetic energy, its target aimed directly at the seemingly unsuspecting head on the rocking chair.

However, just as the bullet was about to touch his temple, Guo Haihuang leaned back slightly as the rocking chair swayed. The bullet, which was powerful enough to pierce his head, narrowly missed his graying temples and sank into the ground with a "boom," leaving a huge crater.

High above, the sniper, witnessing everything through a high-powered scope, suddenly had his pupils shrink to pinpoints, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat. "No…impossible! He…he didn't move? Or…the bullet went right through?!"

"Oh dear," Guo Haihuang seemed to have just been awakened by the gunshot. He slowly put down the teapot, smacked his lips, and said, "They shoot at an old man who's half-buried in the ground all the time. Young people these days are really losing their martial ethics. They don't respect the tradition of respecting the elderly and caring for the young at all."

He shook his head and sighed, then slowly pulled an ordinary peanut from his pocket. Surprisingly, the peanut seemed to be imbued with an invisible force, instantly covered with a deep, inky black luster, reflecting a metallic texture under the light.

"It is impolite not to reciprocate."

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his withered fingers lightly!

"laugh--!"

The sound of that black peanut piercing the air was even sharper and more piercing than the sniper bullet from before! It transformed into a black streak of light that was almost invisible to the naked eye, traveling back at a speed far exceeding that of a bullet!

The sniper in the distance only saw a black shadow flash in his scope, and before he could react, he heard a crisp "crack"—the scope lens shattered, and the black light pierced through the lens tube, precisely piercing his forehead. The horror on his face froze forever, and his body slumped to the ground.