The Mad Warriors

Who would have thought that a super hacker who could make hackers all over the world tremble would actually be an older woman?

Suspended Sword? Why would she name herself Suspended Sword?

"Why is it called Suspended Sword?" Wang Xuan, sitting on the curb by the roadside, still didn't understand why his fifth sister would give him such a strange nickname.

While Wang Xuan was still confused about Fifth Sister's code name, Fifth Sister called again.

"Beep beep beep," Wang Xuan answered the phone with a laugh: "Haha, Fifth Sister truly lives up to her title as the number one hacker god, her speed is truly unparalleled." Wang Xuan was naturally saying this on purpose, meaning that he was now the only person who knew that Fifth Sister was the only one with the identity of Suspended Sword.

The fifth sister on the other end of the phone sounded very unhappy: "If you tell anyone that even though you are the king of assassins and mercenaries in the underworld, I have a million ways to kill you." Wang Xuan could tell that the fifth sister really cared about her identity being exposed.

Of course, in the hacker world, being exposed means impending death. Even if you don't die, it's still incredibly troublesome, so no hacker wants their identity exposed to the public.

However, it seems that only this Suspended Sword dares to threaten Wang Xuan like this.

But Wang Xuan didn't care at all; everyone was just doing what they needed. Wang Xuan told his fifth sister in a serious tone, "I don't have any bad intentions. Of course, if you want me to help you with anything in the future, I can help you then."

Fifth Sister's tone on the phone was extremely annoyed: "All of Yuan Jiehui's information has been sent to your phone. I'm not your henchman, and there won't be a next time." It was clear that Fifth Sister didn't want to get involved in Wang Xuan's mess.

Just as Fifth Sister was about to hang up, Wang Xuan calmly added, "Fifth Sister, by the way, my information is at least 80 centimeters in the official security department, do you understand what I mean?" After saying that, Wang Xuan hung up the phone without waiting for Fifth Sister to say anything, leaving her to experience the social embarrassment she had just felt.

Now it's Fifth Sister's turn to laugh at herself.

Fifth Sister stood on the rooftop of the Shengtai Building, phone in hand, and said self-deprecatingly, "Heh, I really didn't expect this. In the end, not only did I expose my own identity, but I also became a clown in front of him. This Wang Xuan is indeed extraordinary."

Yes, anyone who underestimates Wang Xuan will definitely suffer a great loss.

Back in the dark world, countless mercenary organizations underestimated this lone mercenary, only to suffer more losses in the end than they ever did.

Wang Xuan opened the files on his phone and began to carefully learn about Yuan Jiehui, this playboy.

Yuan Jiehui, the second son of Yuan Zhengxu, is currently 28 years old. He went to the United States to study at the age of 18 and joined the U.S. Marine Corps for five years at his own expense at 19. During his service, he participated in military operations including *Desert Fox*, *The Losick Dispute*, *Black Fox Rescue*, *Desert Storm*, and *Song of the Western Sea*, serving as a first-team assault soldier in each operation. After retiring at 23, he remained in the United States for two years, working as a security consultant for Blackwater. Due to his father's authoritarianism, he was forced to return to China. After returning at 25, he underwent a year of investigation by security services before taking up a position as a foreign trade manager at his father's company, a position he holds to this day.

The introduction also included detailed information on all the operations Yuan Jiehui had participated in. Wang Xuan had to admit that the reputation of the Suspended Sword was truly well-deserved.

"So that's how it is. This kid is in the same line of work as me. No wonder he could see through my moves." Wang Xuan finally understood. This kid had also served in the military overseas.

However, Wang Xuan did not underestimate Yuan Jiehui. He knew that the US military always suffered losses in every military operation. Moreover, the first wave of casualties in war were the assault troops, and the fact that Yuan Jiehui had participated in so many US military operations, always as an assault trooper, and survived until now meant that this guy was extraordinary.

However, Wang Xuan still had his own principles: I will not offend others unless they offend me.

After putting away his phone, Wang Xuan felt a little depressed: "What should I do?" Wang Xuan felt somewhat lost. He couldn't really just hang out with these women, could he? If word got out, how could he, a dignified Death God Xuanbing, maintain his reputation? Besides, if he continued like this, Zhi Xia would definitely feel uncomfortable.

"I'm going to spend the night with my Zhixia!" Wang Xuan said to himself with a happy smile on his face.

What kind of divine love is this where a man can give up the honor he earned with his life, and everything he gained with his life, to return to her side? Even if the woman is disfigured, so what?

Summer weather is truly unpredictable; daytime temperatures can soar to over 40 degrees Celsius, while a torrential downpour can begin as early as evening.

A fierce wind blew, and a torrential downpour ensued.

The rain stopped just after 10 p.m. on the night shift, and Wang Xuan carried a large bag of snacks toward the hospital.

"This weather is like Africa, it's so suffocating," Wang Xuan muttered to himself as he walked. The city felt no coolness after the rain; the rain following the high temperatures felt like a sauna.

Wang Xuan had just reached the stone monument at the hospital entrance when a woman, dressed provocatively and appearing to be a foreigner, walked out. Wang Xuan glanced at her, but his first instinct made him wary. This woman was suspicious; there was a reason Wang Xuan had survived all these years.

Wang Xuan slowed his pace, deliberately avoiding the foreign woman.

However, the woman was clearly there to cause trouble, directly blocking Wang Xuan's path. She had a gothic style, and her eye bags were drawn up to look like she'd been punched in the eye.

Wang Xuan remained silent, standing guard. The woman before him looked to be no more than twenty years old, and Wang Xuan disliked her heavy makeup.

The strange woman before him had a peculiar tattoo on her neck; by the light from the doorway, Wang Xuan discovered it was a half-moon tattoo. Finally, the heavily made-up foreign woman glanced at Wang Xuan mockingly and said, "I thought the Eastern Dragon Emperor, the king of the underworld, was so powerful, but after seeing him today, I realize he's nothing special."

Wang Xuan was immediately annoyed. Who was this lunatic? Her tone was even worse than her period. Looking at the foreign woman dressed like a lunatic, Wang Xuan said disdainfully, "We don't seem to know each other, do we?" In Wang Xuan's memory, she really didn't recognize this lunatic.

The strangely dressed woman in front of him scoffed, "I don't need to know someone as weak as you." Good grief, this woman is clearly here to cause trouble, isn't she?

Looking around, who in the underworld would dare to provoke Wang Xuan, this ruthless star?

So another problem arose, making Wang Xuan even more frustrated: "So, what do you mean by blocking my way?" Only then did Wang Xuan realize something: how could this woman speak such fluent Chinese? The woman simply stepped aside, saying, "Tch, I just happened to be passing by and bumped into you."

Coincidence? How come Wang Xuan couldn't sense it? What Wang Xuan could sense was the intense killing intent emanating from this strange woman. To say it was a coincidence seemed too far-fetched, didn't it?

Now that the woman had cleared Wang Xuan's way, Wang Xuan didn't want to provoke this crazy woman and was about to leave. But then the woman said, "You might not know, but behind the Dark Alliance, the management behind the high table in the dark world, there are even more powerful and formidable organizations. You mortals would never know."

Wang Xuan withdrew his leg again. In Wang Xuan's understanding of the underworld, the most powerful organization in the underworld was not any group or organization, but a mysterious management organization called the Dark Alliance. Strangely, this mysterious Dark Alliance did not directly intervene in the assassin and mercenary organizations of the underworld, but instead managed them through a department called the High Table Spokesperson.

That's why the woman mentioned Wang Xuan as the "King of Blacklists, the Eastern Dragon Emperor."

Wang Xuan is ranked number one on the blacklist of this dark alliance: the Eastern Dragon Emperor, the Death God Xuanbing. This title carries the same weight in the dark world as the Sword of Suspension in the hacker world. But now someone is telling Wang Xuan there's an even more powerful organization—isn't that utter nonsense?

Seeing Wang Xuan's bewildered expression, the woman laughed heartily: "Haha, mortals are just mortals after all. You'll never know how powerful we [Black Moon] are. One of us can easily kill ten of you." So, never go out after it rains unless absolutely necessary; who knows what kind of crazy person you might encounter on the street these days!

Wang Xuan didn't want to talk to this crazy woman anymore. Anyway, she wasn't here for revenge, so he didn't care what she did.

Now, Wang Xuan was worried that if this woman did something to Zhi Xia in the hospital, it would be a disaster. Wang Xuan had no intention of arguing with her anymore. He had only taken two steps when a man and a woman approached. Clearly, they were coming for Wang Xuan.

Wang Xuan took a step back and noticed that four men and women were approaching, clearly surrounding him and the mentally ill woman.

Wang Xuan seemed to understand that he wasn't their target; the psychopathic gothic woman beside him was. What puzzled Wang Xuan was that these people all looked like ancient martial arts masters, their movements so light it was as if they were floating over.

Wang Xuan had never encountered such masters in the underworld, and now he had encountered so many in China at once! Just as foreigners say, every Chinese person knows kung fu.

What puzzled Wang Xuan even more was that there wasn't a single car passing by on the surrounding roads, not a single pedestrian, and to put it bluntly, not a single dog.

"Friend, this is none of your business," a Chinese man who seemed to be the leader said to Wang Xuan. Wang Xuan immediately understood and raised his hand: "I'm just passing by." But the next second, the gothic woman suddenly appeared next to Wang Xuan: "Excuse me, could you help me?"

The woman moved quickly; by the time Wang Xuan reacted, she had already pulled him into her arms. Even more strangely, after smelling a faint fragrance, Wang Xuan immediately felt dizzy. He had never felt so weak before. A top-tier expert like himself, he felt like he was about to lose consciousness just from being held in a woman's arms.

The limp Wang Xuan seemed to have guessed that the woman smelled poisonous.

"Black Poison Witch, let go of that pretty boy."