The Mad Warriors

In the Huangzhai area of ​​northeastern Xiancheng, there is a huge villa district. Most of the residents are not locals; a large majority are wealthy businessmen from other parts of the country, or even foreigners. This villa district has a very special name: [Fengcheng Residence].

Park Yoon-joo lives in the lakeside area of ​​Fengcheng Residence, which is also the most expensive part of Fengcheng Residence.

It was already 6:30 in the morning. Summer days are naturally early, and by 6:30 it was already quite bright. The sniper was waiting for Wang Xuan at Park Yoon-joo's house. The heavy sniper rifle was placed next to the floor-to-ceiling window in Park Yoon-joo's bedroom. More importantly, the sniper had already planted a large amount of explosives in Park Yoon-joo's house.

The sniper observed his surroundings through binoculars, and could see a train whizzing by in the distance. Watching the cleaners begin cleaning in the villa area, the sniper taunted Park Yoon-joo, "I didn't expect you to find such a comfortable city in Northwest China." The sniper was speaking the truth; Hamhung truly was one of China's top ten most livable cities. The pace of life here wasn't as hurried as in the neighboring city of Da'an; life here was quite slow.

While holding her sleeping child on her bed, Park Yoon-joo replied, "I've lived here for several years now. Based on my understanding of China's security situation, you can't escape." Park Yoon-joo really wasn't afraid of provoking the sniper.

Park Yoon-joo is only considering things from her own perspective. It's obvious that the sniper hasn't asked her for any information yet; he's here to kill Wang Xuan and avenge his teammate.

Ding-dong, someone rang the doorbell without any warning.

The sniper picked up a tablet and turned on the villa's video system. When Wang Xuan appeared at Park Yoon-joo's door dressed as a cleaner, the sniper looked somewhat surprised: "You can even disguise yourself? I really want to know what kind of deity you are today!" Why would the sniper use the word "deity" to describe Wang Xuan?

It's simple. Their team members were all former special forces soldiers. Just ask yourself, if five special forces soldiers could be taken down by Wang Xuan in less than ten seconds, even a fool would know that the other side was no ordinary opponent.

Therefore, sometimes people need to have self-awareness.

Wang Xuan waved the bag in his hand at the security camera on the door, saying, "I brought you breakfast, open the door." This guy is really something else; he actually brought breakfast for them in this situation, which seems like he's really looking down on them.

The sniper then mocked Wang Xuan, "Heh, this kid really isn't afraid of death, coming alone! You know, a young kid can't handle a veteran sniper." The sniper seemed to be praising himself; he looked to be at least in his early forties and seemed to consider himself a very skilled veteran sniper.

The sniper used his tablet to open the downstairs door.

The sniper was all set, raising his rifle and aiming it at the doorway. At such close range, he was confident he could hit anyone entering without even aiming, so he was quite pleased with himself; everything was under control.

Just then, Wang Xuan's nonchalant voice came from outside the bedroom door: "Ding ding ding, may I come in?" He even deliberately gave the sniper that slap, but the sniper ignored him. Park Yoon-joo was a little nervous at this moment, seeing that the bad guy in front of her seemed to be preparing to kill Wang Xuan.

With a creak, Wang Xuan cautiously pushed open the door and poked his head in: "May I come in?" This guy seemed a bit off. Even with the sniper less than four meters away and the dark, large-caliber sniper rifle in front of him, he still chuckled and slowly pushed the door open with that slightly abnormal expression.

Upon entering, Wang Xuan waved the breakfast in his hand and asked, "Want some Jianbing Guozi?" The sniper in front of him squinted and stared intently at Wang Xuan's every move. He had seen his teammates being instantly killed by Wang Xuan yesterday through his sniper scope. The speed was so fast that he didn't even have time to aim properly.

After glancing at the sniper, Wang Xuan went to Park Yoon-joo's window and handed her a jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe) to her in surprise.

Then Wang Xuan walked step by step to the sniper and asked, "Is this interesting?" Wang Xuan's question was really strange. What did he mean by "is this interesting?" They were just doing their job for money, the same thing he'd done before, right?

The sniper's finger was already on the trigger; he was certain that killing Wang Xuan at such close range would be a piece of cake. And, most importantly, he was standing on a trigger-activated remote control; if his foot left the remote, the entire villa would fly away.

Of course, Wang Xuan had already spotted what was under the sniper's feet out of the corner of his eye, so it wasn't easy to handle.

"I'm curious, which group are you from?" the sniper asked Wang Xuan, clearly not a top-tier expert from the Chinese government. Wang Xuan, with a friendly smile, replied to the wary sniper, "Believe me, you'd better not know."

This is outrageous! This guy is so arrogant, he seems to completely disregard him. How can this sniper tolerate this?

At this moment, Park Yoon-joo nonchalantly started eating the jianbing guozi that Wang Xuan had bought for her, because Wang Xuan had already saved her once, and she seemed to trust everything about him.

The sniper, however, shook his gun to indicate that he was now in control, not Wang Xuan; it wasn't Wang Xuan's choice not to speak. Wang Xuan shrugged, indicating his helplessness: "Fine, fine, since you want to know, I don't care. Anyway, you'll definitely regret it after you find out."

Regret? A mocking expression appeared on the sniper's face, a smirk playing on his lips: "Hmph, we dared to enter China, what else is there to be afraid of?"

Wang Xuan glanced indifferently at Park Yoon-joo, who was eating a jianbing (Chinese crepe) next to him, before turning back: "Actually, I've already chosen to leave the underworld. Titles and such are no longer important. I believe that soon a new person will replace me as the Grim Reaper." Clearly, the sniper in front of him trembled slightly.

The sniper clearly took a deep breath, and after that, he tentatively asked Wang Xuan, "Death God, Xuanbing?" That's right, Wang Xuan's codename in the underworld was now Death God Xuanbing. Wang Xuan nodded honestly and replied, "Yes, how about you do me a favor? You deactivate all the bombs in this house now, hand over your weapons, and I can talk to the authorities and let you go."

What did Wang Xuan mean by what he said next? What does it mean to beg for mercy from the authorities?

It seemed that only then did the sniper realize something. He glanced out the window and saw a spectacular sight: snipers were on many rooftops, and the neighborhood was filled with SWAT teams and special forces.

Unexpectedly, the sniper rifle suddenly burst into a tirade: "Death, you really are Death, shameless Death Soldier! You have no sportsmanship, you actually called the police! Are you even human, calling the police?"

There have always been unspoken rules in the underworld that it is impossible to cooperate with the official authorities of any country, no matter what.

The sniper launched into a tirade in fluent Korean: "What a disgrace! What a disgrace! You actually called the police! Shameless bastard, you're utterly shameless! Are you even from the underworld? Are you still Death itself? Are you still Death's Soldier?" But just as he finished his tirade, the sniper suddenly realized something, and, both furious and laughing, pointed at Wang Xuan: "I forgot, you're Death's Soldier! The most shameless assassin in the underworld, the most unethical mercenary! No wonder, haha, no wonder no mercenary group dares to hire you for long, meaning you can do whatever you want as a temporary worker in any mercenary group in the underworld! Haha, shameless bastard! Damn it, shameless bastard!"

Park Yoon-joo had never seen a bad person curse like a shrew before, and while cursing, she had a look of fear on her face, like the last struggle before death.

At this moment, Wang Xuan calmly picked his nose and looked at the sniper in front of him, saying directly, "I still don't know your name?" He didn't know what kind of emotion or psychological state the sniper was in, but the sniper seemed a bit abnormal.

Indeed, you say you're here to rescue someone, and that's fine, but the usual rule in the underworld is to go alone. But why the hell did you call the police? What's the meaning of that?

Wang Xuan conjured a walkie-talkie as if by magic, looked at the sniper with a mocking expression, and said, "Don't move yet, I'll handle this myself."

At this moment, the sniper had no intention of telling Wang Xuan his name. He was so angry that he pointed his gun at Wang Xuan and said, "Today I will act on behalf of the underworld and destroy you, you shameless bastard." As he spoke, the sniper raised his pistol and aimed it at Wang Xuan's head, ready to fire.

At that moment, the snipers outside were frantically requesting to fire.

In a flash, Wang Xuan seemed to possess the superhuman ability to teleport, appearing like a ghost in front of the sniper. But a strange thing happened after he arrived: the sniper didn't fire. Yet the sniper remained motionless.

Park Yoon-joo, who was watching from the sidelines, felt as if the scene had been frozen in time, eerily quiet.

At this moment, snipers from various departments were reporting the situation.

"The target has stopped moving."

"Report: The target seems to be frozen in place, not moving at all."

"Report: After Wang Xuan pointed his finger at the target, the target remained motionless."

"Does he know pressure point techniques?"

The sniper felt like he'd encountered the most absurd thing in the world; he couldn't move. Just moments ago, Wang Xuan had appeared before him like a ghost, merely poking his abdomen with two fingers. Immediately afterward, the sniper's expression turned to extreme pain—a pain that radiated from his entire body, inside and out. He couldn't pinpoint exactly where the pain was coming from, but it felt like every part of his internal organs was aching.

The sniper was swaying uncontrollably. Wang Xuan pulled a military dagger from the sniper's waist: "I don't care about martial ethics, bite me if you dare!"

With a soft thud, Wang Xuan pinned the sniper's foot to the floor with his dagger. His purpose was clear: to prevent the sniper's foot from detaching and triggering the remote control. The sniper was in considerable pain, not just in his foot, but also because he couldn't control his body; he was experiencing a strange, bloated pain in his abdomen and couldn't move.

Then Wang Xuan, holding the walkie-talkie, said, "Done!" and casually tossed the walkie-talkie to Park Yoon-joo, as if to say, "I've done my job and I'm leaving," before jumping off the second floor.

As Wang Xuan jumped down, SWAT officers broke down the door and special forces broke in through the window.