Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

The next second, a blood needle pierced his heart.

The captain lay on the ground, his eyes still wide open, his pupils frozen in the shock of his last moments before death.

He probably never understood until his death how the bulletproof vest he wore for five years couldn't even stop a single needle.

In less than a minute, all five fully armed members of the Sharp Blade team were killed.

Their bodies lay scattered haphazardly in the alley, some slumped over car hoods.

Some people were lying face up next to the trash can, while others were curled up in a corner.

The five people fell in different places, but died in exactly the same way.

They were all killed instantly, without any sign of struggle.

Old Zhou was so frightened that he forgot to cry. He collapsed on the ground, watching Song Chao approach step by step. He urinated and defecated, and the whole alley was filled with a foul stench.

"Song Dynasty... I was really wrong... Please forgive me... I'll testify for you... I'll help you overturn the verdict... I'll give you all the money Zhang Jinshan gave me..."

Song Chao stopped in front of him, looking down at his disheveled appearance.

He still remembers the way Old Zhou handed him a cigarette back then.

When he first arrived at the construction site, he was unfamiliar with the place and the people. Old Zhou always took care of him, saying that he was an honest person and that he should work hard so that he would definitely make something of himself in the future.

Back then, he still regarded Lao Zhou as his benefactor, and he would treat Lao Zhou to drinks every time he received his salary.

As a result, this "benefactor" himself pushed him into the fire.

"What benefits did Zhang Jinshan give you back then?" Song Chao's voice was calm.

"He...he promised me that once this is over, he would give me 200,000 yuan and also help my son get a place in a university in the provincial capital..." Old Zhou said, trembling.

"You sold me out for this little bit of benefit?"

"I have no choice!" Old Zhou cried. "My son isn't doing well in school and won't get into university. He's my only hope in this life! I can't just watch him go without an education!"

Song Chao smiled.

"You have a son to raise."

"And me?"

"Back then, I also had a wife and children to support."

"When you threw me into prison, didn't you think about what would happen to my wife and children?"

Old Zhou opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Song Chao raised his hand.

"Don't worry."

"I will not kill your son."

"He is innocent."

Old Zhou suddenly raised his head, a flash of wild joy at surviving a disaster in his eyes.

He opened his mouth to say thank you, but as soon as his lips moved, he felt his heart suddenly stop.

The blood in his heart froze instantly.

His eyes were wide open, and his face still wore that grateful expression.

But his pupils had already dilated, and his body was frozen in place, like a stone statue.

Song Chao stood up and didn't look at Lao Zhou's corpse again.

He turned and walked out of the alley, just in time to see the reinforcement police cars speeding towards him in the distance.

The alternating red and blue police lights illuminated the entire street, making it appear to flicker between light and shadow, while the roar of engines was particularly jarring in the quiet early morning.

At least five cars sped all the way from the direction of downtown Zhaoming.

Song Chao glanced back at the corpse in the alley, a cold smile playing on his lips.

Wasn't Zhou Zhengqing trying to protect his enemy?

He wanted to see how many Zhou Zhengqing could protect.

Song Chao darted into a nearby alley and disappeared around the corner.

Ten minutes later, Zhou Zhengqing arrived at the scene with reinforcements.

Looking at the five corpses of his team members and Old Zhou's cold body on the ground, Zhou Zhengqing trembled with rage.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash! Five of you couldn't even stop one person!"

Li Cheng stood beside him, his face also looking grim.

"Special Envoy Zhou, the Second Team just sent a message that they were too late when they went to pick up Wang Tao, the purchasing manager. Wang Tao is already dead in his office, and his death is the same as Liu Lei's; all the blood in his body has been drained."

Zhou Zhengqing suddenly turned his head to look at him, his eyes bloodshot.

"What did you say?"

"Wang Tao is dead." Li Cheng's voice was low. "Song Chao acted at the same time. He killed Lao Zhou and Wang Tao at the same time."

Zhou Zhengqing took a step back and almost lost his balance.

He thought that there was only one person in the Song Dynasty, and that after killing Lao Zhou, he would definitely hide for a while.

I never expected that he could target two people at the same time.

The scope of this ability is much larger than he imagined.

"Immediately notify the remaining five squads and tell them to be on high alert! We absolutely cannot allow any more incidents to occur!" Zhou Zhengqing shouted into the walkie-talkie.

"receive!"

A response came from the walkie-talkie.

Zhou Zhengqing squatted down and reached out to touch Old Zhou's corpse.

The body was already cold.

He could sense the residual soul energy fluctuations on the corpse, which were stronger than when he was at the police station.

The Song Dynasty's capabilities were growing stronger.

With each person he kills, his power increases by one point.

If this continues, no one will be able to stop him.

Zhou Zhengqing felt as if a heavy stone was pressing down on his heart.

He looked up and gazed in the direction of the old family compound in the distance.

Yuan Qiao was one of the most hated people in the Song Dynasty.

The Song Dynasty will definitely go to find her.

"Let's go! To the old family compound!" Zhou Zhengqing stood up and shouted to the team members behind him.

"Go now! We absolutely cannot let the Song Dynasty kill Yuan Qiao!"

The convoy immediately started and sped off towards the old family compound.

Sitting in the command vehicle, Zhou Zhengqing's face was still very grim.

He hadn't expected the Song Dynasty to act so quickly.

He thought he had gained the upper hand, but he was still a step too late.

"Special Envoy Zhou, what should we do now?" Li Cheng asked in a low voice.

"What do we do?" Zhou Zhengqing gritted his teeth. "What else can we do! Even if it costs us everything, we must save the rest!"

"We absolutely cannot allow the Song Dynasty to kill anyone again!"

"The bottom line of order must never be trampled upon so casually!"

The street scene outside the car window rushed past.

Zhou Zhengqing looked out the window, his eyes filled with solemnity.

He knew this battle would be difficult.

But he has to fight.

And we must win.

Otherwise, the order in Jeolla Province would be completely disrupted.

Meanwhile, Song Chao was standing on a large tree opposite the old family compound, looking down at the layers of police officers guarding the area below, a cold smile playing on his lips.

He could clearly sense Yuan Qiao's location.

She lives in her home on the fifth floor.

He was surrounded by six elite team members, all armed with heavy weapons.

Zhou Zhengqing is on his way here.

It's okay.

He can wait.

He had to settle this debt with Yuan Qiao today, which had been outstanding for three years.

Song Chao leaned against the tree trunk, waiting patiently.

The fragrance of osmanthus blossoms wafted over on the breeze.

He remembered that three years ago, Yuan Qiao stood under this very osmanthus tree, took the ring from his hand, and agreed to marry him.

At that time, he thought he was the happiest person in the world.

Looking back now, it's really laughable.

Song Chao closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

hold on.

Once Zhou Zhengqing's men had all arrived.

He calculated it all at once.