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

The man seemed to see his former self in her, and her words echoed gently like a spring breeze.

But the next moment, he slightly raised his head and said, "Dead body."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Quanmei's body stiffened, and a tall figure emerged from the shadows behind the man.

His face was covered with a dense network of hideous scars resembling centipedes, and his thick, muscular arms were terrifyingly strong. His entire body exuded a ferocious aura that was visible to the naked eye, like that of a wild beast.

Mu Quanmei recognized this bald, burly man with the strange name.

In the arena where the winner survives and the loser dies, the corpse's record is 43 wins out of 43 battles.

Those strong, powerful hands could easily crush boulders and shatter an opponent's skull; he had never been seen using his full strength.

"The corpse will go with you." The man looked up at Mu Quanmei in front of him and said in a calm tone, "Go and find out whether someone is protecting him or whether he killed those four hunters himself."

"If he's just a useless piece of trash protected in a greenhouse, then kill him. If he did it himself, bring him to me alive."

"Yes, Lord Feiche." A layer of cold sweat beaded on Mu Quanmei's forehead. After hesitating for a moment, she still forced herself to say, "If he resists to the death..."

To be honest, she couldn't quite understand why the Flying Car Master, who had been extremely cautious in everything he did when he first arrived here a few years ago, would have taken such a risk for a talented mixed-race person.

It is precisely because of their caution, their hiding like rats, their scheming and opportunism disguised as Chinese people, that they have been able to survive until now without being discovered.

However, the current Flying Car Master seems to have changed.

Became impatient, became reckless, became... insane.

"Do I have to teach you this?"

The man narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "We'll feed that guy from the Wan family until he's bloated and fat. As long as we don't make a big fuss, he'll cover for us."

"Lu's Pharmaceuticals and Su's Mining were invited a long time ago, but they haven't responded or taken sides. Aren't they also on the list of companies to be eliminated and controlled?"

"Perfect, let's take this opportunity to resolve it together."

Upon hearing this, Mu Quanmei slightly raised her eyelids and looked at the photo on the table.

Beside the smiling boy stood another boy with a cool and aloof expression.

Lu Mang, whose real name is Chu Zihang, is the owner of Lu's Pharmaceutical Company and the stepson of Lu Tianming.

It is thanks to that person's greed that they became a pair of "black gloves," developing to this extent in Linhai City and accumulating so many connections and wealth.

However, although Lu's Pharmaceutical and Su's Mining cannot compare to Black Prince and Huanyu, they are still large companies in Linhai City. Originally, we planned to wait a while before making a move. Is it too early now...?

"Izumi, remember this."

The man, sitting at the table, leaned slightly forward. Under Mu Quanmei's trembling gaze, he raised his hand and pressed down on his pair of opaque sunglasses.

The dim yellow light poured down from the ceiling like sweet dew, and those inextinguishable golden eyes blazed like torches, suppressing a violence and cruelty that seemed inhuman.

"This is your last chance."

He raised his blood-stained hands and gently stroked Mu Quanmei's pale cheek, laughing slowly and deliberately, like a venomous snake, "I want to take you home with me, so don't disappoint me, okay?"

"Yes, yes." Mu Quanmei's voice trembled uncontrollably. "Please rest assured, Lord Fei Che."

"Very good." The man smiled, withdrew his rough hand, and said calmly, "Go."

Mu Quanmei and the "corpse" left, and the room became quiet again.

The man finished eating the blood peach in his hand, looked at the chessboard in front of him, picked up the "Rook" piece, flipped it over, and placed it on the board.

In Japanese shogi, there is a rule called "promotion". Except for the king and gold king, all other pieces can be promoted. The name of the promoted piece is written on the back of the piece, and the piece is flipped over to complete the promotion.

After that "flying car" flipped over, its name became "Dragon King".

Click!

The chess pieces seemed to be embedded in the chessboard. After the chessboard made a crisp sound, it gradually opened from the middle to both sides, revealing a black briefcase.

The box has a silver plaque engraved with a lush World Tree.

"The road to the underworld, the road to redemption, has been found, finally found."

With trembling hands, the man stroked the rough yet tough custom-made leather, finally holding it in his arms like a lover, and murmured in a suppressed voice, "Once I bring Time Zero back, even that guy will be far inferior to me. I am the 'Dragon King'."

"Almost there, I'll be home soon, just a little longer, just a little longer..."

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Click...click...

Lying on the bed, Qi Xiuyuan slowly opened his eyes, a cold, scarlet glint flashing across them in an instant.

The second-floor bedroom of the villa was extremely quiet at this moment. The only sound was the ticking of the clock, and the only light source was the red breathing light of the computer.

Ring... Snap!

The alarm clock on the bedside table rang precisely at six o'clock, but Qi Xiuyuan slapped it down.

"call."

Qi Xiuyuan sat up and exhaled a breath of stale air.

His calm eyes were filled with deep black, the crimson hue seeming to be merely a reflection of the lamplight.

呲.

After getting dressed and folding the blankets, Qi Xiuyuan poured himself a cup of hot water, held the slightly warm cup, drew back the curtains, opened the window, and looked outside.

The wind blew through the lush green leaves, causing them to sway and finally kiss Qi Xiuyuan's face, sending a tingling sensation through his body as if taking away the last trace of drowsiness.

At six o'clock in the morning, it was still barely dawn, the light of day was still being nurtured on the distant horizon, and people were still asleep, listening to the final chapter of the crickets' lullaby.

Only the elderly men and women who own several properties still get up early every day to sell breakfast and arrive early.

Oh no.

In addition, there seemed to be some unfamiliar faces.

Qi Xiuyuan smiled inexplicably, withdrew his gaze, and blew on the hot water in his hand.

Click.

By the time he changed his clothes and went out, dawn had just broken through the twilight, and sunlight shone on his face.

"Boss, a pancake, please."

Qi Xiuyuan headed straight for a pancake stall, and smiling at the young stall owner who had paused for a moment, asked, "How much is one?"

"..." The stall owner was silent for a moment, then pointed to the side and said, "There, the prices are over there."

"Give me one with an egg and sausage, but no chili."

The stall owner nodded, scooped out some batter with a spoon, and tossed it back onto the pan.

Snapped.

Ding ding ding.

The stall owner tapped the dough with a spoon in one hand and spread it on a wooden board in the other.

It didn't look like making pancakes; it looked more like plastering or putting on putty. Qi Xiuyuan couldn't help but chuckle and asked, "Boss, how long have you been doing this?"

"It's been a year or two," the stall owner blurted out.

Looking at the unevenly thick batter, Qi Xiuyuan smiled with a strange expression and said, "That makes him a master chef."

As they were talking, one side of the batter was already cooked, and the vendor had already placed the eggs on it. But then, as if remembering something, he paused for a moment, put on gloves, and flipped the batter with his hands instead of using a spatula.

"Hiss~"

"ha!"

"what!"

The stall owner gasped several times from the heat, finally looking up at Qi Xiuyuan, who was barely suppressing his laughter, and said with a hint of tears in his eyes, "Brother, do you really have to eat this pancake today?"

"There's a place over there that makes egg pancakes, why don't you go buy some from him?"

Qi Xiuyuan didn't make things difficult for him anymore. He raised his hand and patted his shoulder, lowering his voice to laugh, "Next time, don't pretend to be a 'technical worker' like this. If you really can't, stay away from him. You're almost at my doorstep."

The young police officer, whose face had been exposed, blushed.

Doesn't he want to pretend to be a couple and be all lovey-dovey with his female colleague?

Isn't it because he's the youngest in the department and has no human rights?

"Useless piece of trash! We were ordered to protect you secretly, how did you manage to get discovered?"

After Qi Xiuyuan left, the young police officer heard a low curse coming through his earpiece. He turned to look at the egg pancake stall in the distance, where the middle-aged "stall owner" was making egg pancakes for people, his movements so skilled it was heartbreaking.

Take care.

After the customer left with his egg pancake, the veteran officer breathed a sigh of relief, put his hand on his headset, and said, "Doggy, our target has gone out. Is there any situation with the target you're responsible for protecting?"

"..."

There was no response as expected, only a chilling silence.

The veteran officer's expression changed instantly. He called out several more times, but there was still no response.

Just as he was about to change the channel, an indifferent voice came through.

"Don't worry."

The veteran police officer subconsciously looked up and saw a man dressed as a cleaner.

"You..." He paused for a moment, "You too..."

If I remember correctly, this person was hunched over just now, and you couldn't tell that he was standing so upright now. He played the role of a cleaner so well that his disguise was far superior to theirs.

Wan Tao watched Qi Xiuyuan's retreating figure and said in a complicated tone, "He actually came right."

"Now, we just have to wait for those rats to crawl in."

At the same time, Qi Xiuyuan, who was walking on the road, gradually lost his smile and looked at the vehicles parked on the side of the road ahead.

In the rearview mirror, you can see a man in a suit, carrying a briefcase, tilting his head and talking on the phone behind him.

"So you've come again? I'd like to see who's standing behind you."

The lingering smile on Qi Xiuyuan's lips turned cold. As he passed through the park, he turned and walked into the public restroom, his figure seemingly disappearing into the darkness.

Upon seeing this, the man paused for a moment, but quickly continued walking, clutching his stomach as he naturally entered the restroom.

Snap... Snap...

It was still dark, and the toilet was quiet.

The dripping faucet, not turned off completely, added an eerie and chilly feel to the air.

The man naturally slowed his pace, put his hands in his briefcase, and cautiously moved forward with his eyes slightly narrowed.

But he didn't notice the pipe above him.

A pair of hands slowly and gently descended from above, gradually reaching towards the man's head, like mist falling from the eaves, so light as to be imperceptible yet chilling to the bone.