Joy of Life: Me, the Second Prince? Summon Yuan Tiangang!

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The man in the gray robe stood quietly by the window, as if he had always been there.

His face was sinister, and his eyes stared at the man in black lying on the ground as if he were looking at a dead object. There was no trace of true energy emanating from his body, but he gave people a terrifying sense of oppression that was unfathomable and like standing on the edge of an abyss.

"Who...who are you?" The man in black asked hoarsely, enduring the excruciating pain in his arm. He knew he was probably doomed today, but he wanted to die knowing why. When did such a terrifying expert hide in the Second Prince's residence? This level of skill was probably comparable to, or even more...uncanny than, that of Lord Shadow.

The gloomy man did not answer his question, but just looked at him coldly, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"You talk too much nonsense."

Before he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the spot again.

The man in black's pupils dilated suddenly. He tried his best to swing his dagger to defend himself, but in the man's eyes, his movements were as slow and ridiculous as a child's.

"Snap!"

A sickening cracking sound rang out.

Before the man in black could even see how the shadowy man made his move, he felt a sharp pain in his arms, followed by a loss of feeling in his legs.

In the blink of an eye, the top assassin from the Sixth Division of the Investigation Bureau had his limbs crippled by the gloomy man, lying on the ground like a puddle of mud, unable even to commit suicide.

"Your Highness must live, so you cannot die now." The gloomy man's voice was like a cold wind from the deepest hell, devoid of any human emotion.

The study door creaked open from the inside.

Li Chengze, dressed in a loose brocade robe, slowly walked out of the study. His face still wore that nonchalant, lazy smile, but his eyes were terrifyingly cold.

He looked down at the man in black sprawled on the ground as if he were looking at an insignificant ant.

"The Sixth Division of the Censorate lives up to its reputation, daring to trespass even on my residence." Li Chengze chuckled, his tone full of sarcasm. "It seems that old dog Chen Pingping has truly become senile."

The man in black gritted his teeth, staring intently at Li Chengze without uttering a word. As an undercover agent for the Surveillance Bureau, he was prepared to die at any moment and naturally couldn't possibly utter a single word.

"Not saying anything? That's fine." Li Chengze seemed to have anticipated his reaction, waving his hand dismissively. "Zhao Gao, take him away and hand him over to the 'Net' people. Tell them that I want to know everything that's in his head, including how many times he wet the bed as a child."

"Here you are."

Zhao Gao lifted the man in black with one hand, as if he were carrying a dead dog, and disappeared into the night in a flash.

The courtyard fell silent once more.

Li Chengze stood still, looked up at the crescent moon in the night sky, half of which was covered by dark clouds, and the smile on his lips gradually faded.

He turned and walked back to his study, closing the door behind him.

Inside the study, the candlelight flickered.

Li Chengze walked to the bookshelf and gently pressed his hand on one of the inconspicuous ancient books.

"Click".

With a soft click of a mechanism, the bookshelf slowly split open from the middle, revealing a hidden dark room.

The dark room was small, and contained no gold or silver treasures, nor any magical weapons, only a black wooden clothes rack.

On the clothes rack hung a large black robe. The robe was made of a very special material, neither silk nor linen, and it faintly gleamed with a cold metallic luster under the candlelight.

On the chest of the robe, an ancient and mysterious pattern was embroidered with dark gold thread—a strange, ghostly face that seemed to be neither smiling nor crying.

Above the robe, a mask was placed neatly.

It was a dark gold mask, ancient and ferocious in design, revealing only the area around the eyes. On the forehead of the mask were two ancient seal characters—"Bad".

Li Chengze stood quietly in front of the clothes rack, looking at the outfit with a complex light in his eyes. He slowly took off the brocade robe and put on the black robe.

The moment he put on that dark gold mask, his entire demeanor underwent a dramatic transformation.

The lazy, carefree, and even somewhat cynical second prince has disappeared.

Instead, there was a peerless killing god who seemed to have emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

An extremely terrifying pressure spread silently outwards from him.

He is Li Chengze, but at this moment, he is the Bad Commander!

"Tonight is destined to be anything but peaceful."

Beneath the mask came a deep, hoarse voice, like the friction of metal, completely different from Li Chengze's original voice.

He turned around, his figure disappearing into the darkness like a ghost, and left the study silently.

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Meanwhile, on the long street outside the Second Prince's residence.

A cool night breeze swept through the empty streets.

A black figure appeared without warning on the high wall opposite the Second Prince's residence, like a ghost.

This man was also dressed in black, with his face covered by a black cloth, but his figure was as upright as a pine tree. He stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an aura of domineering arrogance and self-importance.

Emperor Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the seemingly peaceful Second Prince's residence across from him, a cold light flashing in his deep eyes.

He lightly touched the roof tiles with his toes, and like a weightless leaf, he floated across the wide street and landed on the courtyard wall of the Second Prince's residence.

It made no sound, not even the slightest ripple in the air.

"Um?"

Emperor Qing frowned slightly.

It's too quiet.

Moreover, he did not sense the presence of the spy from the Sixth Division, and he knew without a doubt that the spy had been captured. He then flashed and headed towards Li Chengze's study.

Emperor Qing moved with incredible speed, as if shrinking the distance between the two places, and in the blink of an eye, he passed through many courtyards and arrived at the courtyard where his study was located.

However, the moment he stepped into the courtyard, he suddenly stopped.

A faint, yet unsettling, sense of danger suddenly emanated from the darkness ahead.

Emperor Qing's pupils contracted slightly as he stared intently at the thick sycamore tree in the center of the courtyard.

There, a figure shrouded in a black robe stood silently.

The man wore a dark gold mask, the word "bad" on which stood out starkly in the dim starlight.

He stood there quietly, emitting no fluctuations of true energy, seemingly blending into the surrounding darkness. But Emperor Qing could clearly sense that the other's aura had locked onto him.

If I take another step forward, I will surely be met with a devastating blow.