"I'm in the Dragon Clan, what the heck is the Naruto Counterattack System?"

[Su Xiaoqiang: See you tomorrow!]

Qi Xiuyuan stood in the queue outside the warning line at the subway station, looking down at the last message sent to his phone.

Qi Xiuyuan: See you tomorrow.

Hearing the increasingly close hum, he looked up and saw the subway approaching from a distance.

As the train approached the platform, it began to gradually slow down, gliding into the station like a shuttle. As the doors opened, the wind stirred up fallen leaves that someone had brought to the ground.

drip.

The doors behind the train closed, and the subway slowly began to move.

The train was very quiet in the evening. Since it wasn't rush hour, the only sounds, apart from the irregular breathing, were the gentle female voice announcing the train's arrival.

The carriage wasn't too crowded. Qi Xiuyuan casually found a seat and sat down, his gaze sweeping lightly across the carriage.

On the right sits an older woman carrying a shopping basket, clearly having just finished buying discounted items at the market. On the left are a couple cuddling together, full of hope for the future. In front of them is a working-class man, clutching a briefcase, head bowed, dozing off…

Hey.

A steady, low hum filled the air; the train seemed to have entered a tunnel, and the air in the carriage became somewhat stuffy.

The subway quickly arrived at the Second Ring Road terminal from the city center, passing through six or seven stations along the way. Occasionally, people would get on the train, but most of them would get off. In the end, only the middle-aged man who was dozing off with his briefcase and Qi Xiuyuan remained on the train.

The open door tore a gap in the stuffy atmosphere of the carriage, and Qi Xiuyuan got up and stepped out, but just a second before the door was about to close...

"Uncle," he turned his head slightly, "you missed your stop."

Seemingly having heard Qi Xiuyuan's neither loud nor soft voice, the middle-aged man, who had been hanging his head, looked up as if waking from a dream and saw the eyes looking at him through the car window.

As their eyes met, Qi Xiuyuan smiled politely from outside the train. The doors slowly closed with a beeping sound, and the subway started moving again.

The man only looked away from his bewildered gaze when the train disappeared into the dark tunnel, where only the swaying handrails and the sweet announcements over the loudspeaker could be heard.

A moment later, he raised his hand to support his cheek and said lazily, "Captain, I think I've been discovered."

"Hmm... that kid is indeed quite strange, I'm not entirely sure... he gives me a dangerous feeling, so I didn't dare to test him. Boss, you know my intuition is usually very accurate... Hmm, I understand..."

After ending the call, the man raised his hand to touch the stubble on his chin and muttered, "Am I already an old man?"

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Outside the detached villa, Qi Xiuyuan walked into the courtyard and took out the key from his clothes.

He casually pulled a piece of paper from the crack in the door, inserted the key, and turned the lock. As Qi Xiuyuan pushed the door open, a barely perceptible strand of hair fell out.

The strands of hair I left behind before leaving today are still there, and even the position of the piece of paper hasn't changed. It seems as safe as ever.

Qi Xiuyuan's expression remained unchanged as he pushed open the door and went inside.

The villa was empty and quiet without the lights on. His footsteps echoed as he changed into slippers.

Until he walked past the entryway and reached the corner of the living room...

呲!

In the pitch-black darkness, the cold glint of moonlight reflected from the window pierced the air, sharp and piercing like the long cry of a horn.

When a sharp object is pressed against a person's throat or a needle is pointed at their eye, the feeling of being pricked by a thorn will stimulate every nerve in that person, and they will feel a surge of fear from the depths of their heart.

Knowing that a needle or a knife could easily and completely end one's life with a gentle slash or stab, one's primal fear of death is awakened.

Whether it's a human or any other creature, in this situation, everyone will instinctively choose to dodge. It's an instinct that requires no thought; the body will make you move away before you even have a chance to react.

Meanwhile, another knife was already waiting on the other side, completely sealing off Qi Xiuyuan from both the left and right.

At that moment, the movements of the two figures were reflected in the dark pupils. The two arms that were wielding knives and slashing down were bulging with veins due to excessive force, and the heavy breaths that had been held back were exhaled at this moment.

Instead of instinctively dodging to the side, Qi Xiuyuan suddenly lowered his center of gravity, and the two daggers hidden in his sleeves, which had slipped through the security check, fell into his hands...

puff.

A faint sound of flesh being torn apart rang out, and three shadows were cast on the wall, but no blood spurted out.

Both machetes missed their mark; due to their momentum, they should have swung them a second time to kill their target.

However, just as their gazes shifted downwards and they saw Qi Xiuyuan's figure, and they tried to swing their arms, nothing happened.

There was no splatter of warm blood as usual, nor did it bring them the familiar, exhilarating feeling.

Suddenly, the sleeves of the two arms holding the machetes tore open at the wrists, revealing a circular red line running through the skin.

Click click...

The hand holding the knife slid down to the ground along the cut, revealing the cleanly detailed fracture surface with its bone and muscle texture clearly visible.

Pain is generated in the cerebral cortex. After a sudden injury, it takes one to two seconds for the pain information to be transmitted to the cerebral cortex before a reaction can be made.

"..."

The pain of the severed arm instantly flooded their minds. The two opened their mouths, about to scream, when they saw the cold glint of the slashing blade reflected in their eyes.

puff!

The knife sliced ​​through the air like the wind, leaving no pain, only the chilling death.

Almost instantly, their throats were slit, blood gushed out, and they collapsed to the ground, convulsing.

"call……"

Qi Xiuyuan, holding two daggers, appeared in the living room two meters away and exhaled a deep breath.

But when he tried to raise two fingers to form a hand seal and use the "Instantaneous Movement Technique" once again...

Click.

Something cold and hard pressed against the back of Qi Xiuyuan's head, and the line between life and death was instantly blurred.

Good evening, Mr. Qi.

The person behind him seemed to want to maintain the composure and ease of a victor in front of Qi Xiuyuan, but his slightly trembling, somewhat chilling voice still betrayed his fear at this moment.

He could also hear the trembling in his own voice, which he couldn't hide. He gripped the gun tighter and threatened coldly, "To be honest, we didn't expect you to be this difficult, and I'm a very cowardly person who's afraid of dying."

"I just want to have a quick chat with you, so please don't make any sudden moves. Raise your hands, put down your weapons, and try to be slow. If you make any big movements, I'll get scared and pull the trigger and blow your head off."

"Don't worry, I've installed a silencer, it won't disturb the neighbors."

The gunman looked at the youthful face illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the window. He knew that pulling the trigger would result in a bullet piercing the head, but he couldn't see the fear he wanted on that face.

What a ruthless guy, what a dangerous idea.

This cold-blooded ruthlessness and murderous intent surpassed that of anyone he knew.

However, now, they've already checked the checkmate.

At that distance, no matter how skilled you are, you can't dodge a bullet.

The man tightened his grip on the gun handle, watching Qi Xiuyuan slowly raise his arm.

"Ah, I'm still not very good at killing people."

"But this is the first time someone has pointed a gun at my head."

With his back to me, he tossed his weapon upwards, his tone still laced with amusement, "This feeling is truly disgusting."

Before he could finish speaking, the man's pupils narrowed, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bang! !