Then let the witch offer her loyalty

Now, the girl he was about to get had been snatched away by someone else, and Luo Fei's face was not very good. Qian Yan deliberately let him win, and even when he had a good hand, he played it recklessly, losing all the money he had won that night.

Luo Fei won several rounds in a row, and his expression improved considerably. He temporarily forgot his previous displeasure and started laughing and joking with everyone at the card table again.

"Qian Yan, are you going easy on me? I have a feeling you're playing the wrong cards."

"Brother Fei, look at what you're saying. The mahjong table is a battlefield. I never let anyone win when I play mahjong. You won all of this by your own skill."

"Hahaha, whether it's true or not, that sounds good. I'll treat you to a late-night snack tonight."

"Okay~"

Just as the atmosphere was getting lively, a henchman suddenly ran over: "Brother Fei! Brother Fei! That guy's back again!"

"Who?" Luo Fei didn't react at first.

He turned his head to look at the warehouse entrance and realized that Chen Moxin had returned.

Chen Moxin was carrying a large hiking backpack, the contents of which were unknown, and walked in as if she were coming home.

Luo Fei continued rubbing the mahjong tiles in his hands, chuckling, "What's wrong, rich kid? Got some money from your parents?"

The surrounding underlings burst into laughter, as if they were watching a joke.

Chen Moxin simply placed the backpack on the ground, the heavy contents of the bag making a dull thud as it hit the floor.

There's something I don't quite understand.

Chen Moxin's words were calm, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating gentle ripples.

“You know, the order in this border area is already bad. There aren’t even any surveillance cameras on the main roads. If something happens, you can’t even find the person.”

Chen Moxin walked towards the roller shutter door controller and pressed the button.

With a hum, the iron roller shutter door began to slowly descend, sliding down to cover the entire opening before landing with a thud, sealing everyone inside the warehouse. Only the echoing sound of the door vibrating remained.

"The Public Security Bureau doesn't really care about the border areas anyway. As long as it doesn't stop them from making money, they don't care even if violent groups fight each other like idiots."

Chen Moxin opened her backpack, took out a thick black raincoat, and put it on.

Then, he methodically picked up the rubber gloves and waterproof shoe covers from his bag and put them on one by one, covering himself up completely.

"And people like you who get involved in violent gangs are mostly orphans and scum who don't care if they get hacked to death one day."

Luo Fei and the others sensed something was amiss, put down their mahjong tiles and stood up, their eyes filled with a hint of wariness and suspicion. They coldly watched Chen Moxin's every move, wanting to see what he was planning to do.

"In other words, even if you all die here today, you'll at most die like stray dogs on the street."

Under the frowning gazes of everyone, Chen Moxin took out an ugly and hideous clown mask from her bag and put it on.

The clown mask's sinister grin painted an indescribable eeriness, the twisted smile and Chen Moxin's emotionless eyes blending together to create a terrifying sense of horror.

"In that case, I would like to ask—"

Chen Moxin pulled a heavy fire axe from his bag. The iron blade gleamed coldly in the dim light, and as the handle swayed slightly in his hand, a terrifying killing intent spread outwards.

"Are you going to act all high and mighty, or what?"

Luo Fei realized now that this guy was looking for trouble!

But he wasn't scared at all; instead, he wondered if this rich kid had lost his mind.

A man, armed with an axe, comes to someone else's territory to cause trouble?

There are more than thirty of us here!

They've probably watched too many movies and think they're some kind of superhero who can do whatever they want.

"You idiot, get him!" Luo Fei gave the order, urging everyone to rush towards Chen Moxin.

The nearest thug grabbed a chair and swung it straight at Chen Moxin's head.

However, in an instant, without any warning, the clown in the raincoat vanished into thin air, as if he had never existed.

The thugs missed their target, then widened their eyes and looked around: "Holy crap? Where did everyone go?"

"Pfft!!!"

With a ferocious chopping sound, the thug's neck was struck by some kind of sharp weapon, and his entire head was violently severed off, rolling away like a blood-stained ball.

Until the headless corpse fell to the ground, no one saw where the attack came from.

"Fuck! What's going on?!"

"Pfft!!!" Another slashing sound rang out.

Not far away, another bewildered thug was suddenly shot in the head, his head split open like a watermelon, and he lay stiffly on the ground.

At that moment, Luo Fei was the first to react, exclaiming in terror, "Damn! This little brat is a psionicist!!!"

Chapter 121 Here's joker~

(Two updates combined)

Upon hearing Luo Fei's words, the thugs in the warehouse were in an uproar, and they all realized what had happened.

This bizarre superpower of disappearing into thin air, what else could it be but psionic energy?!

"Pfft!!!"

As everyone was horrified, another thug was hacked to pieces like a watermelon, and his life was over.

"Quickly! Call the Bureau! Tell them to send a witch hunter right now!"

I must say, the Rose Empire has done a really good job of educating the public about psychic control in recent years.

Despite being a ruthless thug, Luo Fei surprisingly had a strong sense of law-abidingness, knowing to report to the authorities first in this situation.

However, when someone took out their phone to make a call, they found that there was no signal.

"Damn it! The signal is blocked!"

"Pfft!!!"

"Pfft!!!"

He had barely finished shouting when both his hands, along with his phone, were chopped off. Before he could even scream, an invisible axe blade slammed into his face, silencing him forever.

Luo Fei and the others felt their hearts sink.

This psionicist was clearly prepared.

The door is closed, the signal is blocked, and the warehouse is now completely sealed off.

Is this psychopath planning to suffocate everyone inside and then hack them all to death?!

"Pfft!!!"

Blood splattered.

Another thug's life is starting anew.

"Get your weapons! Get your weapons now!!!"

At Luo Fei's command, they quickly began to search through boxes and cabinets.

The violent groups that can establish themselves on the border must all have weapons, but they won't use them unless it's absolutely necessary, otherwise they'll be extorted by the security bureau.

With lives at stake, a madman suddenly burst in wielding an axe and possessing psychic powers. They didn't care about anything else and pulled out all their treasured possessions.

The rioters opened the hidden compartments and took out sealed boxes, which were filled with brand-new weapons.

These are all high-end military-grade goods, with all the necessary accessories. This is the configuration that the Imperial National Defense Forces' special forces use in battle. These are the things that Luo Fei bought at great expense to keep as his most prized possession.

Just as everyone was drawing their weapons, the invisible assassin had already completed a seven-hit combo, killing seven people in a row.

The remaining thugs grabbed their guns and held them in their hands; some were so quick that they even put on their helmets.

But they soon realized in despair that it seemed to be of no use...

What good is having a gun?

We can't find anyone, so we have no idea where to attack.

These top-of-the-line firearms, despite having powerful fire control systems, couldn't detect the invisible psionicist at this moment, leaving them helpless to fight back.

Just as the thugs were nervously looking around, they suddenly heard a crisp "crack" sound.

They quickly looked in the direction from which the sound came, but were unable to identify its source immediately.

Later, a sharp-eyed thug noticed that the clip on a grenade in the equipment box next to him had been pulled off.

"......Grass."

"boom!!!"

The grenade exploded with a loud bang, triggering a chain reaction of explosions along with several other grenades. Eight rioters nearby were caught in the blast, half of whom were killed instantly.

Those who didn't die were also severely injured, their bodies covered in shrapnel. They dragged their severed limbs and crawled on the ground, howling in pain. Finally, they were all chopped in the head with fire axes and fell motionless in pools of blood.

From that point on, most of the rioters present died, and the rest collapsed.

Even in a normal group shootout, losing so many people would be enough to completely crush them, let alone being picked off one by one like this, as if being called out by Death, without even seeing the opponent's shadow the whole time.

"Brother Fei... what should we do?!" One of the thugs was filled with fear, and his voice was trembling with sobs.

Suddenly, he heard faint footsteps behind him, and goosebumps instantly rose on his skin.

He reacted instantly, screaming as he pulled the trigger, firing a burst of bullets backward.

“Puff, puff, puff—”

The sound of a bullet entering a body rang out.

Several thugs not far away stared in astonishment as they lay dying in pools of blood, having been brutally attacked by their own side.

"whee."

In his final moments, the gunman heard laughter coming from behind him.

"Pfft!!!"

The axe cleaved through the air, and a head fell to the ground.

The rioters completely collapsed, not even having the slightest thought of fighting back, and cried out as they fled in all directions.

But all of this was in vain.

They had no idea where Chen Moxin was. If they were lucky, they could avoid her for a while, but if they were unlucky and ran into Chen Moxin, they would be instantly killed by an axe blow.

While the rest of the rioters were being massacred, Qian Yan was hiding in a cupboard.

Although Qian Yan had some dealings with Luo Fei, he had never personally experienced a so-called shootout, let alone this kind of one-sided massacre. He was so scared that his pants were wet and the cupboard was full of the smell of urine.

But he dared not move at all, and could only listen to his own trembling breaths echoing in the stench filling his nostrils.

"squeak--"

Suddenly, the cabinet door opened.

Although no one could be seen outside, a terrifying stench of blood wafted towards them.

That was the scent lingering on that invisible Grim Reaper. He was standing face to face with Qian Yan right now, clearly present, yet without leaving any trace.

Qian Yan scrambled out of the cupboard, knelt on the ground, and cried out in despair, "Brother! Brother! Luo Fei offended you, you should take revenge on them, I'm innocent!"

"I used to help the Demon Alliance! I laundered a lot of money for you guys! Please, for the sake of what I did for you, let me go! I beg you!"

A brief silence fell over the area.

Just when Qian Yan thought he had persuaded the other party, he heard a meaningful laugh: "Oh~ you helped the Demon Alliance before, right?"

"Then the crime will be compounded."

Qian Yan froze, as if petrified, and in a daze, he understood the meaning behind those words.

"You're a witch hunter..."

"Pfft!!!"

The axe came crashing down, ending the man's life of evil deeds for money.

The rioters cried out, desperately seeking a glimmer of hope, but the warehouse's roller shutter door blocked their escape route, turning the confined space into the most hopeless prison.

A rioter tried to escape through a window, but a fire axe struck him hard on the back of the head, and blood splattered like a fountain onto the mottled corrugated iron wall behind him.

Someone tried to shout for help, but before they could even make a sound, a sharp axe cleaved their face in two, causing them to collapse to the ground with their knees buckling.