What evil intentions could an evil god possibly have?

The Special Affairs Bureau agents qualified to participate in tonight's special operation, apart from Lin Mushi who got in through nepotism, are all veterans with extremely rich combat experience.

The moment the man shouted "What a huge fish!", the agents present pinpointed their location and, instead of launching a random attack, formed a new encirclement around the dark figure.

The dark figure lurking in the water suddenly stopped.

An extremely cold and evil aura then appeared.

The lake water surged again.

The spacious, long boat of fools began to rock again, but the person lying on it did not wake up, like a child sleeping soundly in a cradle.

And at the top of the hanging basket is that crack born from nothingness.

The dim light that had fallen earlier had not yet dissipated, and it quietly fell on the dead bodies all over the boat, creating an eerie fairytale beauty—a beauty that complemented Gu and Qiu.

She remained standing at the stern, quietly watching the dark figure in the lake, a slight, mocking smile playing on her lips, as if she had thought of a funny joke.

As those snowflake-like objects isolated the outside world, a few moments later, attacks began to fall in succession.

It looked as if dozens of lights had appeared on the lake.

The dark figure could no longer be blurred.

That aura, mixed with countless negative emotions, did not melt like ice and snow in spring; instead, it forcefully broke through the lake's surface, directly confronting the oncoming attacks.

Most of the time, battles in the extraordinary realm are not strange. The Church of the Sleeping Demon is always a minority. For example, the Path of All Things, which is under the control of the Special Affairs Bureau, is extremely grand and upright.

Without any hesitation, the dark figure transformed into a sharp blade, moving along a straight path and piercing through the successive attacks.

What was cut down by the shadow was not only snowflakes, but also icicles, and even the ever-flowing wind.

Then, it transformed into a tide that swallowed up the bullets that followed. Various firearms with destructive power within a certain range only produced a series of muffled cracking sounds.

Finally, the dark shadow, like a tidal wave, stood on the lake, and the various firearms it had swallowed turned into firelight, emitting a final burst of light from within its belly.

It's like fireworks rising.

The entire Baima Lake was illuminated.

The visuals are stunning.

Before anyone knew it, a faint firework appeared in front of Gu Yuqiu.

The dim light illuminated her profile, making her languid breasts appear brighter, and the view before everyone's eyes was no longer so captivating.

A sudden gust of wind caused the black trench coat to flutter slightly.

She tilted her head slightly and looked ahead, her expression serene.

The dark, water-like figure silently appeared in front of her, transforming into a giant hand. Without any intention of negotiation, it simply slammed down on her.

Seeing this scene, Su Yan recognized the dark figure as Night King. She silently took a step forward, preparing to rescue the person.

Even if she dislikes Gu Yuqiu, for the sake of her close friend, she can't just stand by and watch when it's time to take action.

—Although over the years, her approach has always been to wait on the sidelines until others have finished fighting before rescuing those who survived, she has never taken the initiative to save anyone.

Just then, she suddenly stopped.

It wasn't because she heard the sound of a wheelchair rapidly rolling behind her, but because she realized that Gu Yuqiu had disappeared, along with Lin Mushi.

The shadowy hand gripped the ship tightly, crushing the dead bodies and the ship itself into pieces.

Clap clap clap!

Countless drops of blood flowed from the shadowy figure's palm, splashing onto the lake's surface with the sound of a torrential downpour.

These sounds rang out almost simultaneously, followed by the crushed pieces of flesh and bones, which splashed up in the water.

The wheelchair stopped.

The massive black shadow released its grip, looked at Gu Yuqiu who had somehow returned to the shore, and uttered in a deep voice: "So you're from the Special Affairs Bureau."

Gu Yuqiu was still smiling, but didn't reply.

The shadowy figure gave her a deep look, then his gaze fell on Zhong Chongshan, and he said seriously, "There's a big problem with your subordinate. I suggest you investigate him."

Those standing on the shore had already recognized the figure in black and knew that he was the Night King, so they couldn't understand what he was saying.

According to the Special Affairs Bureau's records, the Night King is quite ruthless and has a strong aversion to official institutions. He has never used the official power of any country to attack his opponents.

However, he did this tonight, and his tone was particularly serious, making it hard not to have any thoughts.

Hearing these solemn words, Zhong Chongshan's expression became somewhat subtle. He thought to himself, "Your words sound like someone who has cultivated a reputation for a long time suddenly stakes their entire reputation on demanding that others believe them."

Of course, he always felt that Gu Yuqiu had a big secret.

The problem is that after tonight, he will no longer be the head of the New Chu Special Affairs Bureau, and he can only offer suggestions on many things, without the authority to implement them.

Moreover, why would he go crazy to deal with someone who had made a great contribution?

"Since you think there's something wrong with her..."

Zhong Chongshan tapped the armrest and said gently, "Why don't you come sit down at the Special Affairs Bureau? I'll have a long talk with you all night, and I'll treat you to a pork chop rice while I'm at it?"

A cold snort came from the shadows.

The conversation ended there.

Zhong Chongshan no longer smiled gently.

The moment his smile vanished, the surrounding temperature began to drop rapidly, quickly reaching below zero, and a thin layer of ice formed on the lake surface.

This is just the aftermath.

The dark figure he was watching was now covered with a thin layer of frost, making it impossible to change shape. From a distance, it looked like a preserved egg.

The shadowy figure was unable to move. With Zhong Chongshan waving his hand, the Special Affairs Bureau employees launched another attack.

Just then, a red light quietly appeared.

The red light was not a flame; it had no warmth whatsoever. Instead, it exuded an aura of decay, spreading outwards from within the shadows.

Then, the shadowy figure began to crumble like a fool's ship, turning into smoke and being blown away by the wind, as if it had never existed.

When those all-out attacks reached the lake, it was empty, with only air remaining.

Everything came to nothing.

Only an empty echo remained.

The paths of Vientiane intersect once more above the lake, colliding and falling like fireworks.

Zhong Chongshan stopped tapping the armrest and stared at the spot with a heavy expression, thinking about the red light from before, and muttered to himself, "Was it crimson?"

The clouds in the night sky had dispersed at some point, and the stars scattered their light, illuminating the faces of the people on the shores of Baima Lake.

Su Yan nodded, indicating that it was indeed crimson, and said, "The person has been rescued."

After saying that, she turned to look at Gu Yuqiu and asked, "How did you escape that attack?"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the room instinctively looked over, naturally becoming curious as they recalled the Night King's second statement.

Lin Mushi was also looking at her, expressionless, thinking to herself, "How are you going to fool people this time?"

Chapter 56: A Perfect Metaphor

As the fireworks faded and the night deepened, people's eyes were drawn to Gu Yuqiu, wondering about what had just happened and sharing the same curiosity as Su Yan.

Lin Mu's poems are the only exception.

The reason she looked at Gu Yuqiu expressionlessly was simply because she was angry.

The reason is simple: when she finally mustered up the courage to ask Gu Yuqiu that question on the Fool's Ship... she received an extremely absurd answer.

The answer was so absurd that she wanted to slap herself on the spot to wake herself up and never see it again for the rest of her life.

She just couldn't bring herself to slap him, and she wasn't fully awake. At this moment, she was just angry and wanted to make Gu Yuqiu suffer.

"Are you curious?"

Gu Yuqiu looked at Su Yan.

Su Yan hummed in agreement and said softly, "After all, you are only a second-tier expert, while the Night King has been famous for a long time and can be considered a strong expert among the fourth-tier experts."

"Although in my view, his so-called long-standing fame means that he will live at the fourth tier and then die at the fourth tier, with no possibility of advancing further, and that his life will just end like this, but..."

Gu Yuqiu chuckled and said, "What you said isn't entirely wrong."

Those present were taken aback by these words, thinking to themselves, "Are you trying to provoke me?"

Su Yan seemed oblivious to the implication and asked, "So what do you mean?"

Gu Yuqiu looked at her as if she were an idiot and didn't say anything.

Su Yan did not press the matter further.

Just like in their previous conversation, she only asked out of curiosity, so Gu Yuqiu naturally didn't have to answer, since it was a matter of privacy.

Those present remained silent precisely because they had considered this point, clinging to the thought of whether they could broaden their horizons.

As for what the Night King said, reporting it to his face was Zhong Chongshan's responsibility.

"Oh, right."

Su Yan seemed to recall something and suddenly said, "You looked very beautiful standing at the stern just now."

Upon hearing this, Lin Mushi subconsciously looked away and gazed at the person she was angry with.

Gu Yuqiu said calmly, "Thank you, but I know I'm good-looking without you reminding me."

The room suddenly fell silent.

Many people looked at her face for a while, then looked at the location of the sunken ship, recalling the previous scenes, and had to admit the truth of her words, and could only remain silent helplessly.

Then someone, remembering the great contribution she had made that night, nodded very seriously at her in respect.

No one cared about the arrogance in her words anymore, because it wasn't a problem at all.

Or rather, it would be sad if someone like her weren't a little proud.

Not long ago, a group of seven men who had met her once before stepped out of the crowd, handed her a few tissues, and said sincerely, "If I weren't a woman, I would probably have fallen for you."

"is it?"

Gu Yuqiu took the tissue, but was not satisfied with the statement. She said seriously, "In my opinion, love has nothing to do with gender."