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It was late at night.

Moonlight streamed into the master bedroom on the second floor through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

On the bed, Li Qiuchan and Song Xiaoxiao each occupied half of the space, but their sleeping postures were completely different.

Li Qiuchan lay on her side, her sleeping posture dignified and elegant, her breathing even.

Song Xiaoxiao lay sprawled out, one leg draped over Li Qiuchan, looking like a cat that had taken over the whole den.

Even worse, her rather large breasts were pressing firmly against Li Qiuchan's face.

"Hmm...uh..." Li Qiuchan frowned in her sleep, and groggily reached out to push away the heavy object pressing on her face.

"I can't breathe..."

She turned over, finally escaping Song Xiaoxiao's attack, and continued to sleep soundly.

All of this noise was heard by Su Hao downstairs.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes slightly closed, circulating the True Dragon Technique.

The internal energy flows slowly along the meridians, like a warm river, nourishing the limbs and bones.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Su Hao's brows twitched slightly.

He sensed a faint killing intent emanating from the direction of the villa's perimeter.

The murderous aura was extremely well concealed, and ordinary people could not detect it at all, but in the perception of a true dragon, it was as clear as a firefly in the dark.

Su Hao opened his eyes, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"Another one coming to feed kills?"

He moved swiftly, like a ghost, and darted out of the window without alerting anyone.

The next second, he appeared on the branch of a crooked old locust tree outside the villa. He lightly touched the branch with his toes and stood steadily like a fallen leaf, looking down at the road below.

as predicted.

Under the distant streetlights, a white van without license plates slowly drove up and stopped on the roadside about two hundred meters from the villa.

The car door opened, and one after another, dark figures filed out, all dressed in black night clothes, their faces covered, and carrying gleaming machetes that gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

There were twenty people in total.

The leader was a man in his early thirties with a buzz cut, dyed blond hair, and a lip piercing. He had fierce eyes and exuded the aura of a desperado.

He stood at the front of the group, lowering his voice to make final arrangements.

This man was Zhang Biao, Zhang Tianhu's younger brother, and a rising star in the Black Dragon Society in recent years.

Zhang Tianhu had always wanted to groom him to replace Yang Bao, since although Yang Bao was the third in command, he was sometimes too moral and not ruthless enough.

Zhang Biao, on the other hand, was completely different. He had been through the rough and tumble of the streets since childhood, and was ruthless and decisive in his actions. He was Zhang Tianhu's ideal successor.

It was precisely for this reason that Zhang Biao had always disliked Yang Bao, and the two had been openly and secretly fighting for a long time.

"Listen up, everyone." Zhang Biao lowered his voice and glanced at his men in front of him.

"The target is in that villa. Tiger said, if we can't catch him alive, he'll be fine dead. Whoever gets his head, Tiger will reward them with 500,000!"

A greedy glint immediately appeared in the eyes of the group of masked thugs.

"Brother Biao, I heard that kid is really good at fighting, even Brother Leopard was defeated..." one of the underlings asked nervously in a low voice.

"Pah!" Zhang Biao spat.

"That good-for-nothing Yang Bao, all he does is listen to his mother, he's spineless! Can he fight? What good is fighting? I brought twenty men, twenty knives, even if he had three heads and six arms, he'd be brought down!"

He waved his hand: "Let's go! Let's finish this quickly!"

A group of people crouched low and silently approached the villa along the roadside green belt.

However, after walking a few steps, Zhang Biao suddenly felt that something was wrong.

It's too quiet.

Why does the rustling footsteps behind me seem to be getting fewer and fewer?

He turned around abruptly, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Behind them, a large portion of the long line had collapsed!

A dozen masked thugs lay sprawled on the roadside grass, motionless, as if they had been silently taken down, and the leader of the group hadn't even noticed!

The remaining underlings who were still standing collapsed one by one, as if struck by some invisible force, without even having time to utter a scream.

"A ghost...a ghost!"

The last henchman, watching his companions fall one by one, was terrified. He dropped his machete with a clatter.

The next second, his neck tilted to the side, and he followed in his companion's footsteps, fainting.

Zhang Biao's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He abruptly drew his pistol from his waist, glanced around, and his voice trembled slightly: "Who?! Who's behind this? Get your ass out here!"

Are you looking for me?

A lazy voice came from behind him.

At the same time, a hand gently rested on his shoulder.

Zhang Biao froze as if he had been electrocuted.

He turned around abruptly and raised his hand to fire.

However, the trigger just wouldn't pull.

Zhang Biao looked down and saw that a finger had somehow gotten stuck in the trigger guard, firmly wedging the trigger.

The finger didn't look thick, but it was like an iron bolt; no matter how hard he tried, the trigger wouldn't budge.

"Bringing so many people to my wife's doorstep so late at night, are you trying to give her gifts?" Su Hao stood in front of him with an innocent smile on his face, speaking in a relaxed tone as if they were having a casual chat.

A ruthless glint flashed in Zhang Biao's eyes. He clenched his left fist and slammed it down on Su Hao's temple.

Su Hao neither dodged nor avoided the slap, and instead raised his hand to deliver a blow.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of the slap was particularly loud in the quiet night.

Zhang Biao felt a buzzing in his head, as if he had been hit by a speeding truck. He spun 360 degrees in the air before crashing heavily to the ground. Half of his face swelled up instantly, and his mouth was filled with a rusty, bloody taste.

He instinctively tried to scream, but a foot had already stepped on his face, stomping his mouth and scream into the mud.

Su Hao leaned down, put a finger to his lips, and made a "shh" gesture.

"Keep your voice down, my wife's sleeping upstairs. If you wake her up, I'll kill you."

Zhang Biao stared wide-eyed at the smiling young man in front of him, a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He'd been in the underworld for so many years, seen ruthless people and skilled fighters, but he'd never seen anything like this.

He silently took down nineteen people, and with one slap, sent this man who had practiced Sanda for over a decade spinning in the air, he could still smile and tell him to keep his voice down.

Is this even human?

Su Hao squatted down, patted his swollen face, and said in a friendly tone as if he were greeting an old friend: "Alright, now let's talk."

"Zhang Tianhu sent you, didn't he?"

Zhang Biao gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Su Hao wasn't annoyed and continued with a smile, "I know even if you don't say it, there's no one else in the Black Dragon Society who wants to touch me but him. But I'm curious, is your Black Dragon Society out of people? First you sent Yang Bao, then you, each one more incompetent than the last."

Hearing this, Zhang Biao was furious, but dared not refute it.

That slap just now has completely extinguished all his arrogance.

"Not going to talk? Now let's talk about the ransom." Su Hao squatted down in front of Zhang Biao and started counting on his fingers.

"You brought twenty people with you, each paying a ransom of 100,000, for a total of two million."

Zhang Biao's face turned green: "Two million?! Why don't you just rob someone?!"

"Isn't this what I'm doing—robbing someone?" Su Hao said matter-of-factly.

"You can also choose not to give it to me, in which case I'll strip you naked and hang you on the tallest TV tower in Nanjing, making you appear before the entire city tomorrow morning. Which do you choose?"