It’s chaos.
The entire Ye City has descended into utter chaos.
The shadow of death hangs over everyone’s head.
Dark clouds gradually obscure the sunlight, casting a gloom over the city.
Ye City has never been a peaceful city.
Bizarre murder cases, abnormal urban legends, dangerous criminal organizations, all hidden amidst its bustling traffic and flashing neon lights.
Today is a disaster for ordinary people.
But for others, it’s a feast!
In the secluded corners of narrow streets, a few stray cats occasionally scurry past.
A few crows fly past under the low eaves, adding a sense of danger and abnormality.
The dangerous words of Paper Card drive residents out of their hos, searching for a group of nine.
This street is an extrely impoverished district of Ye City, the streets on either side filthy and grimy, but now, neatly dressed residents gather with raggedly clothed vagrants to ’huddle for warmth’.
However... there are also so who are sneaky, hunched over, hiding in the dark, their eyes dangerously scanning everyone.
.
At this mont, a tall man in a black trench coat walks slowly from the depths of an alley in an eerie yet elegant manner.
His fra is very slender, with slightly curly long hair spilling down his back, his body leaning slightly forward, and his shoulders subtly trembling as if coughing as he walks.
People lurking in the shadows catch an inadvertent glimpse of the man’s face, turning pale and not daring to look further.
At this mont, behind a rolling door on the street, nine people gather together.
The dim orange light illuminates a dark iron long table on which lies a blueprint.
The eyes of eight people are all fixed on the only man sitting.
Only the seated man wears a decently tailored suit.
"This is an opportunity," the suited man solemnly addresses those around him, "No matter who that man on TV is, for us nine, this is a godsend. Ye City is basically paralyzed now. Our goal is simple: hit the bank, grab the money, and leave. Understood?"
The suited man’s subordinates unanimously respond: "Understood!"
"Bang——"
Almost simultaneously with their response, a loud noise erupts as the rolling door gets smashed open just like that.
The dim daylight silhouettes the person standing behind.
A slender, tall figure, slightly leaning forward, raises his right hand to hold the rolling door.
"Cough... cough cough..."
A soft cough escapes his throat, his slightly curly long hair trembling along with it.
"Who!"
The leading suited man changes his expression, suddenly standing up!
The surrounding eight imdiately draw their pistols, aiming at the entrance of the rolling door.
"Cough cough..."
The man releases his grip on the rolling door and steps into the orange light.
At this mont, the crowd can clearly see the gaunt man’s face.
So pale... without a hint of blood!
More bizarrely, his lips are an alarmingly vivid red, as if... sared with blood.
In the orange light, the man slowly raises his head.
His eyes, bloodshot... half tranquil, half mad!
Noticing the group’s tense vigilance, he smirks, licking his already crimson lips, softly saying: "Shoot?"
A very clear voice, yet the tone is tinged with abnormality, combined with his ghostly pale skin and hair-raising aura, indeed renders this group unwilling to act rashly.
"Do you think I won’t dare?"
The leading suited man isn’t easily intimidated, as he promptly chambers a bullet, stepping directly in front of the man with the gun aid at his forehead.
However, the man seems oblivious to the threat, reaching directly for the blueprint on the table, glancing at it.
"Robbing a bank?"
He seems to inquire but doesn’t wait for a response, instead chuckling lowly: "What a pathetic ambition."
"Damn——"
The room erupts with anger, bullets chambered and pointed at the man.
"You believe that if you continue playing tricks, I won’t turn you into a sieve today!"
"Is that so?"
The man glances at the suited man, seemingly annoyed, nudges forward slightly, causing the gun aiming at his forehead to jostle back.
"You..."
The suited man’s eyes widen, just about to speak, when suddenly!
In a blur, a sharp pain jolts his wrist!
The hand holding the gun slackens instantly.
Yet, the sound of a gun hitting the ground does not occur; when the suited man regains his senses, the gun is pressed against his own forehead.
And the gunman has beco the long-haired man opposite.
"Let him go!"
"Bastard..."
"Drop the gun!"
The suited man’s subordinates panic.
"Who gave you the diagram?"
The long-haired man ignores their demands, speaking to himself.
"I... I don’t know what you’re talking about..."
With a gun to his head, beads of sweat pour from the suited man’s forehead.
"And... these guns," the long-haired man casually taps the suited man’s head with the gun, "You small fries don’t seem like the gun-using type."
"Boss! I’ll definitely kill him now!"
"Damn it, this bastard..."
"Shut up!"
The suited man’s shout quiets the room instantly.
"Dominated by Emotion to commit low-level cri," the man pities the suited man, "Truly pathetic."
"Who exactly are you? Police?"
The suited man, mocked by him, looks utterly enraged.
"?" The man raises his head, eyes half tranquil, half mad, scanning their faces.
"A Living Dead."
The suited man sneers: "Turns out to be a Madman."
"Bullshit, barging in pretending to be a ghost, just die!"
Next to him, a burly man suddenly glares.
However, before he can make a move, he’s clutching his throat, collapsing to the ground.
"He-help -"
The burly man clutches his throat desperately, eyes filled with terror, blood frothing uncontrollably from his mouth, crumpled on the ground.
The crowd stares horrified at the long-haired man, who just swiftly extended his left hand, crushing the man’s throat with three fingers...
"Understand my aning now?"
The long-haired man speaks again.
Despite his still calm tone, the suited man is covered in goosebumps.
"Ye-yes, a young man gave it to ... He wanted to cause incidents, create chaos in Ye City..."
"Description."
"I don’t know... He wore a mask..."
"Then how do you know he’s young?" the long-haired man continues to ask.
"I saw his hand... His hand seed young... Right!" The suited man wipes his sweaty forehead, "He’s a doctor, must be a surgeon!"
"Reason."
"His fingers bear marks of long-term use of sutures, plus hand scars..."
"Excellent."
The long-haired man chuckles, slowly backing towards the door.
"I’m very satisfied, now continue with your low-level criminal activities."
After he finishes speaking, he tosses the gun, the suited man scrambles to catch it, and just as the group is about to fire, they find the doorway already empty.
...
At the end of a dark, narrow corridor, Yang Wanlong stands silently.
He clings to his last hope, wishing to find Bai Yanren for help.
However... when he enters the gap room, he discovers.
The door enclosing Bai Yanren is already open.
And inside, there is no one.
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