The wedding was livestreamed by the sister, revealing his identity as a Taoist priest.

Armed Police Special Forces Vehicle Team

Three cars sped through the night.

Qin Ling stared intently at the screen on the tablet.

The security system of the convention center has been completely paralyzed, and all monitoring signals have been interrupted.

Qiu Yuanzhi used the outer cameras of the city's surveillance system to retrieve real-time footage of the area surrounding the convention center.

In the footage, thick smoke billows from the east gate, with flames faintly visible.

"Damn it!"

Qinling slammed his fist on the handrail.

"They just used explosives! Security systems and firewalls are nothing but scrap paper in front of C4!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and the veins in his temples were throbbing painfully.

Qiu Yuanzhi's urgent voice came through the communication channel.

"Team Leader Qin, based on the explosive yield and the speed of the security disruption, the enemy used at least two military-grade C4 bombs! This violent breaching method... they had no intention of taking a silent approach!"

Qinling gritted his teeth.

How far are we from our goal?

"At the current speed, seven minutes!"

"quick!"

"Faster!"

The driver floored the accelerator, and the car reached its maximum speed.

The city streetlights transformed into a beam of light outside the car window.

"Engineer Qiu!"

Qinling pressed the communication button.

"How many people are inside? Can we hold them off?"

Qiu Yuanzhi's keyboard clicked away for a few seconds.

"According to today's security schedule and exhibit care records, there should be ten staff members on duty in the exhibition area."

Qin Ling's brows were furrowed tightly.

"Who is it?"

"Six of them were security personnel, and the other four..."

"Not a security guard."

Qiu Yuanzhi retrieved today's entry registration information.

"Is he... a Taoist priest?"

Qinling was taken aback.

"According to the registration information, most of the people who delivered the betrothal gifts this afternoon have left, but four people who stayed behind volunteered to take the night shift to look after the exhibits."

"Six security guards! Four Taoist priests?"

There was an unbelievable restlessness in Qinling's voice.

These ten people are facing a mercenary group composed of nine retired special forces soldiers.

"It's over."

One of the team members in the back seat said something in a low voice.

No one refuted.

……

Qingcheng International Convention and Exhibition Center.

Area B, circular exhibition hall.

Thick smoke poured in from the east corridor, choking people so much they couldn't open their eyes.

But in the center of the exhibition hall, the seven-colored halo of the Seven Star Lamp still quietly circulates.

The light pierced through the smoke, like the last lighthouse in the dark night.

Zhao Tiezhu walked at the very front.

An assault rifle is held at chest level, its laser pointer sweeping across walls, floors, and display cases.

Eight people followed behind, divided into two groups, taking turns providing cover as they advanced.

Their movements were swift and their teamwork was seamless. Every step and every pause carried the muscle memory honed on the battlefield.

Along the way, for any display case that looked valuable, Da Chui would swing the butt of his gun and smash the glass, then the people behind would reach in and put it into a black canvas bag.

The Tang Dynasty tricolor lotus lantern has been put into a bag.

The gold and silver inlaid Boshan lamp went into the bag.

A replica of a Western Han Dynasty long lamp stand. Da Chui glanced at it and shook his head.

"It's fake, I don't want it."

Zhao Tiezhu didn't turn around, and kept walking.

"Don't dawdle, the target is at the very back."

The group passed through three exhibition areas, and the final circular exhibition hall came into view.

The moment Zhao Tiezhu stepped across the threshold, he paused for a moment.

He saw the lamp.

The seven cores are arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper, each emitting a different color of light.

Azure, crimson gold, frosty white, deep blue, bright yellow, deep purple, pure white.

Seven beams of light converged in mid-air, transforming into a slowly rotating halo, as if an entire starry sky had been compressed into this small space.

Zhao Tiezhu was a man who believed in nothing.

He had killed people, sold weapons, fought drug traffickers in the jungles of northern Myanmar, and watched his comrades be blown to pieces in the deserts of the Middle East.

But at the moment.

He stared at the lamp, his pupils reflecting a rainbow of colors, and his mouth involuntarily opened.

Behind them, the sledgehammer also stopped.

"Hold……"

The rough voice turned into a breathy sound.

"What is this thing...?"

"Shadow" pushed up his glasses, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

The entire mercenary team, nine ruthless killers who killed without blinking an eye on the battlefield, collectively fell silent for three seconds in front of a lamp.

Three seconds later, Zhao Tiezhu came to his senses.

A naked greed surfaced in his eyes.

"This is it."

He licked his lips.

"A ten-digit number, with ten zeros."

He lifted his foot and took a step forward.

Then he stopped.

Because he saw four people standing in front of the lamp.

Four young Taoist priests.

The dark blue Taoist robe had silver thread patterns that were faintly visible in the dim light.

The four people stood in a horizontal line with their backs to the Seven Star Lamp and facing Zhao Tiezhu and his group.

No weapons.

There are no bulletproof vests.

There were only four young faces, and what they held in their hands were not weapons, but peach wood swords!

There was no fear in their eyes.

All that remained was the usual tranquility.

Zhao Tiezhu paused for a second, then his mouth split open, revealing a row of teeth.

He smiled.

The laughter went from low to unrestrained, from unrestrained to rampant, and finally exploded in the empty exhibition hall.

"Ha ha!"

Big Hammer laughed along.

The people behind them laughed too.

Guns were pointed at the four men, and laughter rose and fell.

Zhao Tiezhu stopped laughing, picked up his gun, and took two steps forward.

The red dot on the laser pointer landed on the chest of the leading Taoist priest.

He tilted his head, sizing up the four young men with a playful look in his eyes, as if he were watching ants.

"Your security system must have cost a lot of money, right?"

He glanced back at the corridor behind him, which had been blown beyond recognition.

"Military-grade firewall, bulletproof glass, infrared fence..."

He clicked his tongue.

"It's no different from being made of paper compared to C4."

He slightly raised the muzzle of the gun, and the red dot moved from the Taoist priest's chest to his forehead.

"Even such a powerful security system can't stop me."

He spread his arms wide, as if displaying some trophy.

"What can you four little Taoist priests do?"

The four disciples did not move.

Zhao Tiezhu's smile deepened.

He slung the gun over his shoulder, freeing one hand to wave at the four men as if shooing away flies.

"Take my advice."

His tone suddenly became "kind," a kindness that was more chilling than a threat.

"Let's go. Turn around and leave now. I'm in a good mood and won't kill anyone."

He paused for a moment, his smile widening to its fullest extent.

"Consider it an act of good karma."

Big Hammer chuckled beside him, patting the shotgun in his hand.

"You four little brats, combined you're not even as thick as one of my arms. Get lost, or I'll lose my patience."

The leading Taoist priest finally made a move.

He took half a step forward.

He slowly raised his hands and formed a mudra in front of his chest.

The sound wasn't loud, but every word was as clear as if it were engraved on stone.

"Items delivered by Mr. Chen".

"We wait, the light remains."

"We're not here..."

His gaze pierced through the gun barrel and the laser beam, landing directly in Zhao Tiezhu's eyes.

"The light is still there."