Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike.

He didn't even see how the other person got close enough to him, or how they could have moved so fast.

It was so fast that it was impossible to react.

But that didn't stop him from escaping.

Fortunately, his reputation as the "Fast-Leg King" was not tarnished.

Even in a real crisis, he ran very fast and didn't let the child catch up.

"Could it be a vengeful ghost seeking revenge?"

Having already reached the side of the restaurant, Big-Nosed Wang San gasped for breath, shouting for help as he turned his head to look behind him.

As soon as I turned my head, I saw a pair of cold eyes staring at me from behind.

"what……"

The big-nosed man opened his mouth and let out a deafening scream.

The next moment, he felt a pain in his throat.

He gurgled and gurgled, blood gushing from his mouth, before the sound abruptly stopped.

"You're a really nice person, knowing I don't know the way."

With a flick of his wrist, Li sent the three-edged dagger, leaving a trail of afterimages, piercing the throat of the big-nosed man. His eyes were fixed on the brightly lit restaurant.

The aroma of food and wine wafted through the air, and amidst the hustle and bustle of the crowd, one could distinguish the sounds of swords being drawn and people running at high speed.

The second floor, however, was completely quiet.

Except for a few breaths that flowed together.

All that could be heard was a soft click, a faint metallic sound.

In the distance behind, on the long street, the flow of people returning home at night was interrupted by someone shouting, "Murder! Murder!"

Some people fled in panic, while others became interested and hurriedly gathered around, eager to see what the commotion was about.

Li Xin looked up at the signboard of "Yuanfeng Restaurant" and thought to himself, "That's a good name."

He had been inquiring about it these past few days.

They knew that this place was actually one of the Qing brand's strongholds and their source of wealth.

On this street, there are two restaurants, three gambling dens, five opium dens, and one brothel, all bearing the name "Qing".

All of them are lucrative business opportunities.

The bouncer at Yuanfeng Restaurant was named Duan Zhong, and his bandit nickname was "Jade-Eyed Eagle".

It is said that this person is a martial arts master, a general under the second-in-command Black Bone Serpent, and is brave, fierce, and young.

Isn't that just being hot-tempered?

Knowing full well that their leader, Second-in-Command Jiao Baye, had died a tragic death, they still dared to provoke him and set a trap to kill him.

This is not just being arrogant; it's being incredibly audacious.

……

A machete swung down on his head.

Li Xin slowly took a step forward, and the blade whistled down past his left side of his clothes.

The person holding the knife felt a slight pain in their chest.

All the strength seemed to be drained from my body, and I went limp and fell to the ground.

He had already been silently pierced in the heart by a sharp thorn.

The Third Prince's Divine Intent had already taken shape in Li Xin's mind, and his whole body felt like it was burning with flames.

Boundless energy surged and boiled, as if some formidable beast had awakened deep within my soul, yearning to roar and fight fiercely, to slaughter them all.

But he knew.

That would actually be the least efficient way to play.

Moreover, it is extremely mentally and physically exhausting.

A speed rating of 17 is almost twice as fast as the average person.

With the potential boost from the [Third Prince's Divine Intent], [Agility] doubled to 34 points.

With this speed and coordination, he was as fast as the wind.

He goes all out, and others can't even see his specific movements.

All I could see was him; it looked like he had moved, yet it also looked like he hadn't.

However, there are also drawbacks.

The sudden increase in agility, when pushed to its limit, also leads to greater physical and mental strain than before.

Roughly speaking, it would be quite good if it could sustain a burst of energy for seven or eight minutes now.

But that's enough.

As the man with the knife collapsed to the ground, the crowd roared and brandished their swords, clubs, and spears.

Just as they were about to surround them, their vision blurred slightly.

A figure in blue had already pounced into the crowd like lightning.

"Puff puff puff puff..."

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh, amidst the shouts and screams, sounded low and eerie.

"Over here, ah..."

"Everyone, stand closer."

"This guy isn't human!"

"Puff puff!"

Blood gushed out in all directions like a fountain.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten people fell down, their figures swaying.

A short figure wearing a cute red and white mask, moving with ghostly grace.

He actually used the twenty-odd people in the hall as wooden stakes, moving up and down, running around them so fast that they were hard to see clearly.

"Ghost, ghost!"

A long, mournful howl followed.

Only one person remained standing in the lobby.

A short man dressed in a blue robe, wearing a mask, and carrying a short thorn in his hand, blood dripping from the thorn.

……

Who is that?

As more and more onlookers gathered on the long street, they couldn't help but shudder at the sight.

The light from the lanterns was soft and warm.

The crimson blood was glaringly obvious under the light...

A middle-aged man murmured the question.

“I recognize Nezha, the Third Prince.”

Someone trembled, as if trying to dispel the unease in their heart, and quickly spoke up.

"Pah, I know it's Nezha? I mean..."

"He went upstairs."

"The Jade Eagle must be up there. The ones sent downstairs died too quickly, so much so that he didn't even have time to react before they were all dead. Now, the guy surnamed Duan is caught in a dilemma: whether he comes down or not."

The stairwell faces the entrance directly, so the view is quite clear.

They couldn't understand why the short, ruthless figure was standing motionless by the second-floor door.

However, this does not prevent one from guessing the conflicted mindset of Duan Zhong, the "Jade Eagle".

Li Xin ignored what the onlookers outside were thinking; it wasn't the first time he'd witnessed the audacity of these idle people.

Seeing murder is like celebrating the New Year; they're not afraid of danger and just want to get close.

I don't know how it developed this problem.

One day, watching the spectacle will cost them their lives.

He reached out and threw it.

The body of a young man, weighing about 100 pounds, was thrown in through the main gate.

It was extremely fast, much like a master of rapid pounce.

"Clap clap..."

Two gunshots rang out.

One is between the eyebrows, and the other is in the heart.

The blade flashed.

Three or four people snatched it out at the same time.

……

Chapter Twenty-Six: The Green Bamboo Snake, the Tiger with Hanging Eyes

"I expected this."

Li Xin sneered.

Following behind the wounded corpse, he curled up into a ball and rushed inside.

Upon landing, his body dropped low, and he lunged forward, his head and chest almost touching the ground.

He spread his legs into a V-shape and darted under the octagonal table.

boom……

The desktop rose into the air.

The cups, plates, and bowls were like a shower of flowers, whipping up a whirlwind. They were swept up by the octagonal table, spinning and swirling, making a whooshing sound.

clap clap...

Two more gunshots rang out, hitting the tabletop.

Only then did Li Xin realize that it was a tall, thin foreigner with blond hair and blue eyes, dressed in denim.

A woman with her bare chest was sitting on the foreigner's lap, with a thin strand of hair tucked into her lips.

Startled, he hurriedly stood up, but this did not stop the gun from continuously spitting fire.

"No matter how fast you are, can you outrun a gun?"

The foreigner sneered.

Suddenly his expression changed drastically. He turned his body to the side, pointing the gun at the side... A sharp pain came, and a cold light pierced through his wrist.

He screamed, turned slightly to the side, and touched his waist with his left hand.

The other revolver didn't even need to be drawn; the muzzle was simply raised slightly before the trigger was pulled.

This person is clearly a sharpshooter who specializes in rapid-fire shooting.

The technique was incredibly fast, and the movements were extremely fluid.

Snapped……

Li Xin's back hair stood on end, his arms were not yet retracted, and his waist twisted to the left, bending into an arc.

The bullet grazed his waist and then missed with a whoosh.

He swayed slightly, took a step forward, and was already close to the foreigner's right side...