Zhang Shenxu made a special return to his hidden residence today, specifically to ease so psychological pressure.
Each ti he went out to make contact with those drug traffickers following orders from above, his heart would panic, and although he ca back unscathed each ti, the invisible pressure kept growing.
Thinking of the way she looked at Heaven as if a dog had just seen a bone, Zhang Shenxu felt an inexplicable thrill.
It was as if he was controlling a person's thoughts, dictating their fate, so liberating.
But today, his right eyelid kept twitching non-stop, and deep down he had an inexplicably heavy feeling, making his mood quite irritable.
Opening the door, Zhang Shenxu suddenly felt sothing amiss, but couldn't put his finger on it; the atmosphere just seed very oppressive.
"Officer Zhang, I've been waiting for you for a long ti, hehe."
A detached voice seed to co from the depths of Nine Nether.
Zhang Shenxu was taken aback and hastily turned around, only to discover a person wearing a bronze mask staring coldly at him, motionless.
Upon seeing that mask, Zhang Shenxu's heart tightened, and his facial expression was hard to conceal.
"Who... who exactly are you!" Zhang Shenxu asked knowingly.
A bronze mask, a black trench coat, over one ter ninety in height, he was not unaware of what this symbolized, yet he still clung to a sliver of hope, praying it wasn't that person.
"Who I am, you should know, right?" A faint voice ca from beneath the bronze mask, giving Zhang Shenxu a sense of invisible pressure.
Cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.
"Gulp," Zhang Shenxu swallowed hard. He had long heard of King Yan's formidable reputation, a man known as the King of Assassins, an incredibly powerful devilish assassin.
Wasn't it said that King Yan wasn't in Huaxia? Why would he suddenly appear in his hidden residence? It was rumored that King Yan loathed drug traffickers the most.
"Sir, I don't know who you are, you might have the wrong person; I'm not the one you're looking for." While speaking, Zhang Shenxu quietly moved his hand to the gun at his waist.
"Hehe, Officer Liu has already confessed everything to , Heaven, RX organization, Officer Zhang, as a police officer do you think your superiors know about your dealings with drug traffickers?" Lin Hai asked slowly, each sentence like a heavy blow to Zhang Shenxu's heart.
He hadn't expected King Yan to know everything.
Following Lin Hai's gaze, Zhang Shenxu suddenly found Officer Liu unconscious under the coffee table, her life and death unknown, which made him sweat even more profusely.
What were his odds of escaping alive facing King Yan? Zhang Shenxu dared not think about it, but he did not want to just wait for death.
"I understand now; you are King Yan, aren't you?"
"A teachable lad."
Before his voice died away, Zhang Shenxu swiftly drew his gun and decisively fired three shots at Lin Hai, the sound of bullets hitting flesh, "puchi," ringing out as he rolled back four or five ters, his face holding an expression as if facing a great enemy, looking towards where Lin Hai had just been.
As he took a glance, Zhang Shenxu was imdiately horrified, his face pale and devoid of any color.
There stood Lin Hai, completely unscathed, allowing the breeze through the window to flutter his dark trench coat, making a rustling sound.
Lin Hai slowly extended his right hand, his clenched fist gradually loosening, and three bullets slid from his palm onto the ground with a clinking tallic sound.
Zhang Shenxu was dumbfounded, his eyes widened in disbelief.
Catching bullets with bare hands? Isn't this sothing that only happens in movies? Yet it was happening right before his eyes in reality.
Could King Yan's reaction speed be faster than bullets?
Zhang Shenxu dared not continue that line of thought.
"King Yan, what exactly do you want?"
"Heh heh, hand over the notebook with all your and the drug dealers' channels and contacts, as well as the identity of the person behind the scenes directing you, and I might consider sparing your life," Lin Hai spoke indifferently.
Zhang Shenxu's complexion turned ashen. He had never imagined that King Yan would know everything, even the details in his secret notebook; it was his biggest secret.
"Don't speak, and you'll die imdiately. You should know who I am. At such a close range, do you think you can escape the pursuit of the King of Assassins?" Lin Hai's voice rose again, like a death-dealing spell.
"Alright..."
After a long while, having calmly analyzed the situation in his mind, Zhang Shenxu realized that at this distance, his death was certain.
At this mont, the only option was to sacrifice the pawn to save the chariot. Giving up the little notebook wasn't a big deal; he could have plastic surgery, change his na, and continue to live. After all, he still had significant value for the RX organization in expanding their market in Huaxia.
Taking out a notebook from his bosom, Zhang Shenxu tossed it to Lin Hai and said, "Everything you want is right here. King Yan, can you let go now?"
Lin Hai calmly opened the notebook, not fearing Zhang Shenxu's escape, and carefully examined its contents.
The more he read, the tighter Lin Hai's brows furrowed.
According to the nearly a hundred drug dealer lieutenants listed in the notebook, each supplying a hundred to two hundred drug addicts every month, this little notebook alone represented at least tens of thousands of people poisoned by drugs.
And that was just a conservative estimate. The top ten nas were well-known major drug lords in Huaxia, their underground markets even more expansive, the number of victims even larger.
And all these were rely from a single small notebook, which was just the tip of the iceberg of the RX organization's infiltration into Huaxia.
Thinking of the detestable drug dealers who had ruined so many lives, considering how the RX organization had killed his comrades and Little Scorpion, Lin Hai's inner fury surged like petrol set ablaze.
Staring fixedly at Zhang Shenxu, Lin Hai articulated every word, "I keep my promises; King Yan will not take your life."
Zhang Shenxu had been in a state of high tension, his muscles taut all over. Hearing Lin Hai's words, he felt as though the sword hanging over his head had been removed, and the excruciating pressure of life and death seed to vanish.
Figures like King Yan usually keep their word. Zhang Shenxu thought King Yan must have gone crazy today to actually let him go. Wasn't he afraid of having his whereabouts in Huaxia leaked? After all, he was a dangerous individual, and assassins have a hard ti surviving in Huaxia for long.
Zhang Shenxu even thought that once he ensured his safety, he could expose the situation to the Yanhuang Soul and the conservative Xuanyuan Family of the Huaxia Guardian Organization, using their power to ensure King Yan remained forever on the cold land of Huaxia—a perfect play of using others to eliminate one's enemy.
However, Lin Hai's voice rose again, "I promised you, King Yan won't kill you, but I will."
After saying that, Lin Hai placed one hand on his face and slowly removed his mask.
Zhang Shenxu beca panic-stricken, staring in shock and disbelief: "King Yan, you are actually Lin Hai!"
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