What are you doing, Mr. President? I'm just an extra!

The leader of the assassins saw the ever-growing black hammer reflected in his pupils, and even the words of begging for mercy were stuck in his throat.

Boom—

The hotel building shook violently, and dust fell like rain.

The marble floor, along with the reinforced concrete layer beneath, was smashed into a huge crater half a meter deep by this single blow, and the violent shockwave overturned the scattered food carts several meters away.

In the very center of the crater, the leader of the assassins lay limp and broken, black and red blood oozing from his seven orifices, sinking into the pile of rubble, and immediately lost consciousness.

Bai Xiaolu, wiping the sledgehammer with one hand, wiped the mutton fat from the corner of her mouth and spat viciously.

"Anyone who dares to take away my livelihood, I'll smash their head in!"

boom!

boom!

boom!

A heavy thud was heard outside the sealed Class II fireproof roller shutter door. Immediately afterwards, a sharp fire axe cleaved the stainless steel roller shutter door, creating a crack more than a meter wide.

The hydraulic shears quickly followed, and with a piercing metallic cracking sound, the door was forcibly pried open.

"Don't move! Police!"

"Drop your weapons and lie face down with your hands behind your heads!"

Fully armed special police assault teams from the municipal bureau surged into the lobby like a black tide. Tactical riot shields were in front of them, and the dark Type 95 assault rifles instantly locked down all the remaining assassins.

Just as the several gray sparrow assassins with broken legs were about to crush their fangs, two riot forks were pressed against their necks, cleanly and neatly dislocating their jaws.

The footsteps were hurried yet steady.

Yang Ningbing strode in, her dark trench coat billowing as she walked. Her face was ashen, and her gaze swept quickly across the lobby before finally settling on Lu Li for two seconds. Only then did her heart finally settle back into her chest.

Composing herself, Yang Ningbing turned to Liu Qingyu beside her, her tone carrying the force of thunder:

"Take them all!"

"A physical cordon has been set up within a two-kilometer radius of the scene, and the highest-level counter-terrorism contingency plan has been activated!"

"Have the Economic Crime Investigation Division and the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Cyber ​​Police enter the scene overnight, and follow the communication relays on the assassin's body to thoroughly investigate all overseas accounts related to ancient martial arts. Anyone involved should be detained first and then interrogated!"

"yes!"

Liu Qingyu grabbed the walkie-talkie and quickly issued dispatch instructions.

The room was in complete disarray, and the smoke of battle gradually dissipated.

Lu Li leaned against the marble pillar, his legs weak, and slowly slid down the pillar, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently. The unexploded phosphorus bomb in his palm rolled into the puddle beside him, making a soft gurgling sound.

[Safe now... Damn, I almost died in this lousy place.]

[If Bai Xiaolu's hammer had missed by two inches, I would have been buried with her in that pit.]

Lu Li raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his face, secretly alarmed.

Step, step, step.

The hurried, chaotic sound of high heels shattered the puddles on the ground, accompanied by the sound of tearing fabric, as a tall, slender figure in black stumbled and rushed over.

Su Feiyan didn't even notice the sewage and oil stains on the ground. Her six-figure custom-made haute couture dress was soaked with dirty water, and the hem was even smudged with black ash, but she was completely unaware.

The moment Lu Li looked up, Su Feiyan pounced on him, wrapping her arms around his neck with almost broken strength, and pressing his head against her chest.

Lu Li's body stiffened abruptly, his nose filled with a familiar, crisp, cold fragrance, mixed with a faint smell of gunpowder.

The woman in his arms was trembling violently.

That wasn't anger, but a trembling fear that reached its extreme.

Su Feiyan's slender fingers gripped the back of Lu Li's neck, her nails digging almost into his flesh. She tilted her head slightly, her phoenix eyes bloodshot, long eyelashes glistening with tears, her voice clear yet hoarse with a heart-wrenching intensity:

"Lu Li..."

"If you dare to charge forward again, I'll break your legs!"

Lu Li felt the burning sensation on the back of his neck, and heard the female CEO's rapid heartbeat through his nose. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he raised his relatively clean forearm to gently pat Su Feiyan's tense back.

"Feiyan, be gentle... I wasn't blown up, but you're choking me to death."

[Well, the Empress has lost her temper.]

If I hadn't rushed in to grab the detonator, we'd all be in the underworld right now, waiting in line for our chance to be reincarnated...

As the voice of her heart entered her ears, Su Feiyan sniffed, forcing back the tears welling up in her eyes.

Instead of loosening her grip, she tightened her hold slightly, gritting her teeth as she whispered in his ear:

"Shut up, I'll settle the score with you when we get back."

Just a few steps away.

Ji Hanyue leaned against the load-bearing wall, her slender and graceful body swaying precariously. She clutched her chest with one hand, and drops of crimson blood seeped through her fingers, staining her moon-white wide sleeves. The cold energy within her body was still flowing backward, and the poison from the Dissolving Power Powder was rampaging through her meridians. The intense pain caused a fine layer of cold sweat to bead on her forehead.

However, those pale purple eyes looked past the busy medical staff in front of him and were fixed on the young man being held in Su Feiyan's arms.

Seeing that Lu Li was safe and sound, the cold, hard lines at the corners of her mouth melted slightly without her noticing.

"Master! Master, you're bleeding!"

Bai Xiaolu came running over, carrying a sledgehammer, frantically reaching into her pocket for scraps of candy wrappers, tears welling up in her eyes.

Ji Hanyue shook her head, refusing the candy. She simply wiped away the bright red line of blood from her lips with her finger and whispered:

"It's alright... I won't die."

In the distance, outside the police line.

Gu Qingcheng and Shen Weilan, who had changed into casual clothes, were stopped at the end of the corridor by security personnel.

Shen Weilan's white shirt was soaked with cold sweat, her eyes were red and swollen, and she was clutching the thermos cup that Lu Li had left in the car. Tears streamed down her face.

Gu Qingcheng took off her large sunglasses, her beautiful but pale face filled with fear and worry. She clasped her hands together against her heart until she could see Lu Li leaning against the pillar. Only then did she lean on her manager, Sister Tang, as if all her strength had left her.

The city police special forces quickly took over the scene.

The explosion-proof canisters were pushed into the kitchen, where professional bomb disposal experts carefully used robotic arms to remove the phosphorus bombs and the remaining poison gas spray canisters. Ambulance sirens blared as paramedics quickly carried stretchers into the scene and secured the unconscious suicide squad leader and injured personnel before taking them away.

The Foreign Affairs Office stronghold, which had been lurking in the neighboring city for several months, was completely eradicated in just half an hour.

zizi——

The fire sprinkler head overhead, which had been cracked by the tremor, was finally activated.

The mist turned into a fine, cold rain that poured down, carrying a faint smell of disinfectant. The heavy rain washed away the strong smell of blood, gas, and lingering gunpowder in the lobby, leaving behind murky black water that flowed across the floor and into the sewers.

Lu Li sat in the puddle, with one arm around Su Feiyan, who was trembling and wouldn't let go.

Not far in front of her stood Ji Hanyue, the peerless sect leader who had forcibly released the extreme cold suppression, causing internal injuries and vomiting blood, yet still stood proudly in the wind and rain.

Two meters away, Yang Ningbing signaled the special police officer beside her to put away his gun, and strode over through the puddles. Her usually calm eyes were filled with undisguised concern and anxiety.

In the distance, Shen Weilan and Gu Qingcheng looked over through the wall of special police officers, their eyes blurry with tears.

Good heavens...

The post-disaster reconstruction site has turned into a battlefield, a massive military parade! What the hell did I do in my past life?

Lu Li gave a wry smile, pondering how to come up with an excuse to deal with these ladies later.

hum!

Deep within one's soul, a clear and melodious system notification suddenly erupted without warning.

【Ding! 】

[The host has successfully thwarted the deadly trap set by the Supreme Palace of Forgetfulness, rescuing several key characters and achieving the epic hidden achievement—"Redemption for All Under Ragnarok!"]

[Special rewards are being processed...]

[Congratulations, host! Your original passive skill has undergone a qualitative leap, officially advancing to—God-level Five Senses Harmony!]