The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

Pink smoke exploded with a bang as the window shattered.

The smoke did not drift away with the wind like ordinary toxic fumes.

It was as if it possessed self-awareness, expanding and spreading at an unusually strange speed.

In the blink of an eye, the highly concentrated pink mist had transformed into a thin veil, completely enveloping the entire inner courtyard of the sect leader.

The leader of the suicide squad was hanging upside down under the eaves, bearing the brunt of the attack.

He watched helplessly as the pink smoke hit his mask, not even having time to dodge.

As the most outstanding infiltration master in the Great Yan Kingdom, his tactical skills were already ingrained in his bones.

The moment the leader came into contact with the smoke, his pupils contracted, and his brain immediately issued the most correct instructions.

"Hold your breath!"

He roared inwardly.

The chest cavity was locked, and the heartbeat was forcibly suppressed.

He loosened his grip on the eaves, performed a clean backflip in mid-air, and landed steadily in the shadows of the corner of the yard like a stone.

At the same time, the three hundred assassins lurking around the inner courtyard also adopted the same tactical evasion.

They didn't make a sound.

Everyone held their breath the moment they saw the pink smoke.

Someone raised their hand and sealed several major acupoints on their chest.

Someone took out a specially made antidote pill from their pocket and quickly put it into their mouth.

Three hundred highly trained assassins, like three hundred silent black statues, lay lurking quietly in the darkness.

In their view, any toxic fumes pose no threat as long as they are not inhaled into the lungs.

The leader crouched behind the artificial hill, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes.

The Crown Princess of Dayuan Kingdom is no more cunning than this.

Thinking that releasing a cloud of poison would force them to show themselves? That's wishful thinking.

However, this confidence lasted for less than three breaths.

The leader suddenly felt a slight warmth on his neck.

The warmth felt like some kind of living thing, spreading rapidly along the lines of his skin to his limbs and bones.

He froze for a moment.

Something is wrong!

I had clearly held my breath completely, so how did the poison get in?

Of course, he didn't know that the new poison that Su Yaoyao synthesized from scraps in interstellar space was utterly devoid of any martial ethics.

It is a nanoscale microparticle.

It completely ignores the human respiratory system.

It was like a group of miniature bandits who could penetrate any crevice, directly piercing through the assassins' night clothes and forcibly drilling into their bloodstream through the countless pores on their skin!

For the first time, an uncontrollable panic surged in the leader's heart.

That warmth quickly turned into an indescribable tingling sensation.

He raised his hands.

Through the edge of his black leather gloves, he saw a horrifying scene that he could never comprehend in his entire life.

The skin on his wrists was glowing.

At first, it was just a faint, firefly-like glow.

But only two seconds passed.

The faint light seemed to have been pushed to its highest setting, bursting out with a blinding brilliance that was impossible to look at directly!

It's fluorescent green.

The ultimate fluorescent green is so saturated it's blinding and so green it's unsettling!

The leader trembled with fear and turned to look around.

Upon seeing this, he froze completely, his brain shutting down entirely.

The once dark inner courtyard of the cult leader has now been transformed into a brightly lit city that never sleeps.

Behind the artificial hill, on the branches of large trees, and between the roof tiles.

The three hundred assassins who had been perfectly hidden in the night just moments before are now as if a switch has been forcibly flipped on.

One by one, they all lit up!

Their skin, their eyes, even every breath they exhaled radiated a blinding fluorescent green.

Three hundred large, human-shaped fireflies illuminated the entire courtyard, turning it a lush green.

The light was so intense that it even woke up the carp in the pond, who were floating on the surface, blowing green bubbles.

What night clothes, what stealth techniques, what the number one infiltration master of the Great Yan?

Compared to this insane fluorescent green, everything else becomes a huge joke.

Where are they now, assassins?

They were practically three hundred living guiding lights, as if afraid others wouldn't know where they were hiding.

The leader's lips began to tremble violently.

humiliation!

An unprecedented humiliation!

He would rather have his throat slit with a sword than crouch behind the artificial hill like a glowing green lantern.

He took a deep breath, preparing to give the signal to order the entire army to retreat immediately.

The mission has completely failed; the primary objective now is to preserve manpower.

He opened his mouth, as if to give instructions in a low voice.

but.

What rolled out of his throat was not a cold command.

But...

"Heh...heh heh heh heh!"

A perfectly standard, grotesque laugh—the kind only a third-rate villain in a play would utter—burst from the leader's mouth.

The leader himself was terrified.

He covered his mouth, his eyes wide open.

What sound did I just make?!

No! I didn't send that!

He desperately tried to bite his tongue, trying to suppress this strange impulse with his strong willpower.

However, the toxicity had already fully manifested.

The nighttime glowing version of "Smiling Half-Step Madness" begins to take over their facial nerves.

The leader's facial muscles were completely out of control.

His lips curled up uncontrollably, stretching all the way to his ears, revealing a hideous smile a hundred times uglier than crying.

"Hehehe! Hehehehe!"

He clutched his stomach, laughing so hard he couldn't stand up straight behind the artificial hill.

The laughter sounded like some kind of terrible infectious disease.

After the first person laughed out loud, the entire courtyard exploded.

On the rooftop, a dozen green-glowing assassins shed tears of humiliation while laughing maniacally.

On the tree branch, more than twenty elite members of the Night Elf clan were pounding on the tree trunk like lunatics, laughing so hard they were convulsing.

"Hehehe!"

Hehehehe!

"Hahahahaha!"

Three hundred emotionless, cold-blooded killer machines.

At this moment, they all transformed into green clowns laughing maniacally.

They had undergone the most rigorous interrogation training, and they wouldn't even flinch if they were skinned alive or had their tendons pulled out.

But now, they couldn't control their faces, laughing so hard they were rolling on the ground, tears streaming down their faces, and even their back teeth were showing.

Their hearts were roaring wildly, screaming in despair, and begging someone to give them a quick death.

But their bodies, under the control of the poison, were performing even more outrageous acts.

"Clang!"

Clang!

A series of rapid metallic thuds rang out.

Because the assassins discovered that their limbs were also starting to become unresponsive.

The leader was laughing so hard he could hardly breathe when he suddenly felt a strong electric current running through his thigh.

The electric current traveled along his nerves and struck directly into his cerebellum.

There was no warning whatsoever.

The leader's body rose from the ground, and he completed a standard, high-difficulty backflip in mid-air with exceptional smoothness.

He had just landed when the muscles in his leg twitched again.

Another backflip!

He was like a wind-up toy frog, laughing wildly and doing crazy backflips next to the artificial hill.

This is just the beginning.

The entire inner courtyard of the sect leader has been completely transformed into a large-scale acrobatic performance troupe.

The assassin on the roof, his legs like motors, uncontrollably danced a tap dance on the tiles, sending broken tiles flying everywhere.

Several assassins stood by the pond, their hands braced on the bluestone slabs, their legs spread wide apart in the air.

Accompanied by "hehehe" laughter, they began to spin rapidly in place.

Thomas Flair!

The movements were so precise that even the most skilled acrobats would be moved to tears.

In the open space in the center of the courtyard, dozens of glowing green figures were putting on an even more outrageous performance.

Someone is doing a one-handed giant loop.

Someone is doing consecutive front flips.

Some people even writhed on the ground like eels, performing an extremely mesmerizing breakdance.

Each and every one of them is shining.

They were all laughing hysterically.

Each of them was frantically expending their energy, performing all sorts of high-difficulty gymnastic moves that are difficult for ordinary people to achieve.

Sweat streamed down their green cheeks.

The most feared assassins in the Great Yan Kingdom, a terrifying force capable of taking the head of a general amidst thousands of troops.

On this ordinary night.

They've completely degenerated into a bizarre boy band that glows in fluorescent green, does nothing but somersaults and giggles.

The scene was so absurd that it was filled with an indescribable sense of eeriness and heartbreak.

After performing his fiftieth backflip, the leader was completely numb.

All he wants now is to die.

If only this damn backflip could stop, if only this mouth that keeps laughing so wildly could shut up.

He is willing to pay any price.

Just as the glowing assassins were laughing and rolling around, and the whole courtyard was a chaotic mess of demons.

A soft creaking sound.

The main door of the house, whose window had just been kicked open, was slowly pulled open from the inside.

A tall and slender figure walked out from behind the door.

Su Jin, carrying a drawn longsword, stepped calmly across the threshold.

The night breeze lifted the hem of his clothes.

He didn't look at the green figures flying around in the sky and spinning wildly on the ground.

He simply stood quietly on the steps.

Those unfathomable eyes reflected the fluorescent green of the entire courtyard, pulsating with a chilling excitement.

He tilted his head slightly, looking at the assassin who had just rolled to his feet.

A dangerously mad smile slowly crept onto Su Jin's lips.

He raised his longsword, the tip scraping against the bluestone slab with a harsh, screeching sound.

"So lively in the middle of the night."

Su Jin's voice was soft, yet it clearly pierced through the maniacal laughter that filled the courtyard.

"Then let your older brother loosen up your muscles and joints."