Lu Mingfei, how can you slay a dragon if you don't play the villain?

Angers wore a well-tailored dark gray turtleneck cashmere sweater, with a matching vest over it.

A dark blue wool scarf was loosely draped around her neck.

He stood by the window, holding a steaming cup of black tea.

A pair of brown sunglasses perched on his nose, the lenses reflecting the snow-covered rooftops and the distant, chilly sky outside the window.

His gaze did not fall on the distant view, but pierced through the glass, precisely locking onto the exit of the alley behind the hotel.

Just now, he clearly saw a man wearing a bulky gray sanitation worker's uniform struggling to clear the snow pile at the alley entrance when his body suddenly trembled without warning, as if all his strength had been instantly drained away.

The shovel slipped from his hand and fell, hitting the frozen snowdrift with a dull thud.

Then, he slumped down, his upper body leaning against the cold side of the metal trash can, which was half-buried in snow, and remained motionless.

Even from a short distance, with Angers' keen eyesight, the details were clearly visible, even with sunglasses covering them.

Especially when the person slumped over, his cotton hat, covered in snowflakes, slipped down slightly, revealing a perfectly neat, sharp-edged dark red hole in the center of his forehead.

Under the pale light reflected from the snow, the congealed blood clot looked like obsidian embedded in the ice, emitting an ominous glow.

Clean, crisp, and completed in the coldest, quietest time of day in Tokyo.

Angers slowly sipped a mouthful of warm black tea, the steam briefly rising around his lips.

His face remained expressionless, as calm as if he were admiring a still life painting titled "The Deathly Silence of Winter" outside the window.

The only sounds in the room were the faint hum of the heating and the light clinking of cups and saucers.

Just then, the encrypted satellite phone placed on the walnut coffee table next to it started vibrating and buzzing wildly, like a disturbed bee!

The glaring red warning light on the screen flashed incessantly, one after another, incoming calls bearing the highest authority of the Board of Directors, carrying an almost manic questioning tone, nearly shaking the phone off the table.

Angers didn't even glance at him.

He simply extended his hand, with its distinct knuckles, bearing the marks of time yet remarkably steady, the movement as casual as brushing away non-existent dust from his sleeve.

My fingertip landed precisely on the prominent red physical mute button on the side of the device and pressed it lightly.

"beep!"

The world fell silent once more. Only the steam from the hot black tea continued to rise gently.

……

Lu Mingfei's consciousness swept across the global map, and a thought flashed through his mind.

He couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't accidentally kill Caesar during the upcoming hunt, so he had the system mark Caesar with a different color for now.

[System prompt: Changing the color requires 1 point]

Lu Mingfei didn't hesitate.

One point was deducted instantly.

In the suburbs of Rome, Italy, a scarlet dot representing a core member of the Gattuso family instantly transforms into a conspicuous yet safe black on the map.

Caesar Gattuso.

A silvery-white streak of light tore through the cold air of the Italian peninsula in the early morning.

At six o'clock in the morning, Roman time, the sky was still dark and a biting cold was pervasive.

On the outskirts of Rome, the Gattuso family's castle appears as a giant black silhouette in the dim morning light, with withered branches around it covered in a thin layer of frost.

Lu Mingfei hovered above the castle, the snow in the garden below still untouched, a deathly white expanse.

"Lu Mingfei!" On the terrace, an old man with white hair and beard, wrapped in a heavy bathrobe, rushed out leaning on a cane. His breath trembled violently in the cold wind, and his voice was hoarse and distorted with shock, anger, and cold.

Lu Mingfei drew his right hand like a sword and slashed through the air!

hum!

A massive, mountain-like sword aura, its edges distorting the cold air with extreme energy and flashing with blinding white light, instantly took shape.

Greatsword Technique! In the chilling darkness before dawn, this blade of destruction resembled a falling spear of judgment.

Boom! ! !

A deafening roar shattered the tranquility of the cold winter morning!

Wherever the sword energy passed, the fountain statue covered with a thin layer of snow turned into dust and flying snow, withered grass was uprooted, and ancient trees covered with frost and snow were set on fire, with thick smoke mixed with water vapor rising up!

Boom! ! !

The sword energy slammed into the main body of the castle! The thick stone walls, as if struck by a heavy hammer swung by an ice giant, instantly cracked and collapsed inward!

Gravel mixed with frozen soil and ice blocks sprayed out like hail!

Several of the castle's spires snapped with a sickening groan, crashing down like meteorites into the silent garden below, carrying with them bricks, rubble, and snow!

In the garden, the deathly silence was shattered, and terrified screams were instantly swallowed by the roar.

Those who were close to the landing point were instantly frozen and pulverized by the invisible, extremely cold air, turning into blood mist and ice crystals.

Those further away were thrown back by the violent shockwave, crashing hard against the cold walls or snow-covered statues, the sound of bones cracking particularly crisp in the frigid air.

The luxurious robes and silk dressing gowns were torn, stained red, and quickly stiffened in the cold.

Huge plumes of smoke and snow rose in the cold dawn, firelight leaping in the dust, turning the dawn sky into an eerie, hazy yellow.

The once glorious fortress has been transformed into a hell of burning and freezing in the cold winter.

On the edge of this apocalyptic scene, Caesar Gattuso stood quietly in a snow-covered corner of the garden.

He wasn't wearing a bathrobe, but rather a sharp black leather outfit. His long golden hair flew wildly in the icy, bone-chilling shockwave, like a tattered flag with its edges burned away amidst ashes and snowflakes.

His icy blue eyes were fixed on the silver-shimmering figure high in the sky, devoid of fear or anger, filled only with an utterly empty, deathly stillness, as if the whole world had banished him to the edge of an icy wasteland.

The annihilation of the family is imminent, and the extinction of the bloodline is just around the corner.

However, it was under these circumstances.

He actually chuckled softly!

Lu Mingfei's gaze swept coldly over Caesar, ignoring him. He thought Caesar might have gone mad.

"Roar!!!" Two roars, filled with endless pain and madness, and completely tearing apart the limits of living beings, came from the crumbling side of the ancient castle!

The wall collapsed amidst the tremors, with large sections of rubble mixed with icicles falling off!

Lu Mingfei didn't even glance at him.

With a slight shift of his thoughts, the Splitting Light Sword Shadow Technique was activated!

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! ...

Thirty-six solid, gleaming silver flying swords, each a foot long and radiating a chilling light, instantly materialized behind him!

Around each solid sword, two slightly ethereal yet equally sharp sword shadows mysteriously emerged!

One hundred and eight silver blades, like deadly metal ice lotuses blooming in the cold wind in an instant!

"Go." He uttered the word softly, and the white breath he exhaled was instantly shredded by the sword energy.

Tsk tsk tsk! ! !

One hundred and eight streaks of silver light instantly tore through the icy, solidified air!

Speed ​​beyond sight! All that could be vaguely perceived were two enormous, twisted shadows that had just emerged from the crumbling walls, carrying with them the stench of sulfur and a foul wind. Their hideous heads, covered in rough frost and bone spurs, and their claws, burning with eerie green flames, were tearing through the morning mist.

Puff puff puff puff...!

The dull thuds, as dense as icicles piercing rotten wood, blended together!

The two enormous monsters were pierced, cut, and torn apart by countless silver sword shadows in an instant!

The tough, leathery skin and massive bones crumbled like frozen, brittle branches!

Before they could even let out a second complete roar, their massive remains exploded under the barrage of sword energy, as if they had been thrown into a rapidly spinning ice storm!

The foul-smelling blood, broken entrails, and fractured bone shards mixed with ice shards, like a wild splash of ink, instantly turned the charred remains of the ancient castle and the surrounding snow into a horrifying and bloody wasteland!

One hundred and eight streaks of silver light drew icy, deathly arcs in the air, instantly flying back and disappearing into the silver light surrounding Lu Mingfei.

Boom! ! !

A deep, rumbling sound, like rolling thunder, came from the horizon!

A black dot trailing an orange-red tail flame, like a death phoenix crawling out of the abyss of hell, tore through the last darkness before dawn and roared in from different directions!

Nuclear bomb! The Gattuso family's final, desperate roar!

The intense heat of the tail flames almost scorched the cold hem of Lu Mingfei's clothes.

hum!

A layer of warm, soft, yet incredibly resilient starlight veil suddenly shone from Lu Mingfei's body! Starlight protection!

boom! boom! boom! boom!

Several enormous, light-devouring fireballs exploded in the air where Lu Mingfei was hovering!

The shockwave violently tore through the frigid air! The intense heat instantly evaporated the nearby frost and snow! The blinding light of the explosion eclipsed the rising sun!

At the epicenter of the explosion, that single point of silvery white remained as steadfast as the North Star!

The starlight gauze robe, like a sighing wall separating dimensions, rippled slightly but was indestructible, keeping out the fire storms, shock waves, and deadly metal fragments that could destroy mountains without a scratch!

Bathed in the flames and intense light of the nuclear explosion, amidst the intertwining of frost, fire, and destruction, Lu Mingfei, like a god of frost wielding the power of the end, indifferently surveyed the burning ruins and frozen despair beneath his feet.

"Boring." The cold assessment pierced the mist more clearly than the aftershocks of the explosion.

The flames had not yet died down, and the intense light was still shining, when his figure suddenly became blurred!

Meteor Release activated! Shifting Shadows!

Just moments before, starlight shone in the raging flames at the epicenter of the explosion.

In the next instant, he had mysteriously appeared thousands of meters away above the cold clouds, out of the area covered by the explosion, his speed so fast it was like space folding!

A faint flash of silver light pierced the sky filled with smoke, steam, and frost, leaving behind only the still expanding and burning inferno behind, a hellish sea of ​​fire that clashed with the dawn's light.

The hunt for death spread across the globe at an even faster pace after the brief nuclear interlude.

Chapter 169 The storm is coming