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As for the lock.

It's an iron chain as thick as a woman's arm.

"You stay outside."

Tanki Liuli spoke.

Jiang Chen didn't know if it was a statement or a question, but it didn't matter.

Although a gentleman doesn't stand under a risky wall.

But as a man, he couldn't let a woman charge forth while he stayed back like a coward.

"Let's go in together."

Boss Jiang's tone was affirmative and firm, while he looked around.

The walls are even taller than the iron gate and also have barbed iron wire.

In the movie plot, there's always a pathway for the rescuers, otherwise how would the story develop?

Jiang Chen pondered hard, but before he could have an epiphany, he heard a "clang" sound, accompanied by sparks.

Drawing and sheathing the knife happened in an instant.

The chain on the iron-barred gate snapped in half and fell onto the muddy ground.

What a good knife!

People of Shenzhou indeed don't deceive their own.

There was no need for empty praise for the Taoist nun sister; Jiang Chen stepped forward, ready to push the iron gate, but to his surprise, Tanki Liuli was more direct, kicking it open.

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow, yet before he could speak, Tanki Liuli brushed past him, entered with her knife.

What a domineering female warrior!

Jiang Chen secretly admired and immediately followed suit.

Several dozens of acres of land, several buildings, yet it's unknown where Koda Kaoru specifically is.

Critically, there isn't even a guard.

Even off-duty, someone should be watching the gate, right?

So Jiang Chen simply said, "Search each building."

Tanki Liuli said nothing but her steps were swift, always staying a step ahead of Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen was there to rescue his former foreign teacher, but why was she so proactive?

Indeed, they searched each building.

First and foremost, it must be the building closest to the gate.

Tanki Liuli gripped the knife single-handedly, climbed the stairs, ascending to the second floor quickly, making Jiang Chen, who followed behind, quite strenuous.

Second floor.

Third floor.

All the way to the twelfth floor at the top.

Empty.

Jiang Chen leaned against the wall, breathing lightly, "Let's rest for a while."

Really not urgent at all.

The night grew darker.

It's already past midnight.

Boss Jiang must be regretting not asking which specific building it was.

After a few minutes of rest, Tanki Liuli stepped forward silently, and to avoid dragging behind, Boss Jiang could only follow.

Second building.

Third building.

Fourth building.

Finally.

Inside the building.

Sound of lighting a cigarette above,

At this point,

Someone actually?

Inside the fire exit.

Jiang Chen stopped, gestured to Tanki Liuli to be silent, but perhaps she didn't see, so she didn't notice, and continued upwards.

"Who?"

In the silence.

A voice of surprise sounded.

Rash.

Too rash indeed.

Jiang Chen couldn't issue orders in time, only watched as Tanki Liuli sped up, leapt up the stairs, the dim hallway seemingly posed no obstacle to her.

Hardware facilities in this estate are truly lacking, not even equipped with sensor lights.

"Baka."

Hearing the angry voice, Jiang Chen instantly realized they finally found the place.

At this hour, employees of a chemical factory wouldn't be wandering around, and encountering people in the middle of the night should trigger panic, not such a fierce tone.

"Quick and decisive."

No need for Boss Jiang to waste words; the Tang Dao was unsheathed, the swift gleam illuminating and cleaving through the dimness.

"Puff."

From his position in the fire escape, Jiang Chen couldn't see what happened, knowing only everything came and went in a flash, silence reemerged. As he climbed up, he saw only a pair of eyes wide open and a body lying in a pool of hot blood.

A sword to the throat.

No.

It was a knife!

Such opportunism.

Jiang Chen turned his head.

That beautifully flawless face still serene and unmoving like an ancient well.

Jiang Chen smirked, wanting to say something, but before he could speak, rustling sounds arose again.

A burst of natural intoxicating fragrance wafted by, this time, Jiang Chen saw everything clearly.

Perhaps alarmed by the commotion, another figure emerged, clearly no kindhearted soul, wearing a floral shirt and wielding an iron rod as thick as an arm.

Tanki Liuli's gaze was as calm as the night, she held the Tang Dao, moving swiftly without delay, reversed grip on the hilt, passed by the rushing gangster.

This time.

So fast that even the blade's gleam couldn't be seen.

Jiang Chen was struck dumb.

The gangster inexplicably froze in place. Motionless, raised arm, still maintaining the gesture to strike, though the light was dim, the malice on his face was visibly shocking.

"Clang."

First the iron rod fell to the ground.

"Drip, drip, drip..."

Then came the faint sound of liquid dripping.

An unnamed liquid slid along the Tang Dao's smooth blade, dripping onto the ground.

One second.

Two seconds.

…

Time seemed to slow down.

Then came the hair-raising scene.

The gangster, or more accurately, the corpse split from the middle, from chest to abdomen, a bold and smooth diagonal cut appeared, like a masterful surgical operation, the upper body slowly tilted, then collapsed thunderously with the lower half.

It's thanks to Boss Jiang's unusually calm demeanor, he didn't vomit.

This is far more gruesome than a horror movie!

Though not reacting too violently physically, Boss Jiang couldn't help but hold his breath, and when he looked at Tanki Liuli again, couldn't conceal the change in his gaze.

Is this still the naive young Taoist nun he knew?

He had always been curious about Tanki Liuli's combat prowess, and today he finally got his answer.

Two corpses, both with one strike.

Dongying's black society's reputation is all fluff?

In the movies, Dongying's samurai are portrayed as extraordinary.

Fortunately, by appearance, these two bodies are definitely not good and virtuous people; regarding Tanki Liuli's perception of Dongying, she may not care if she killed the wrong people.

Jiang Chen began to realize the consequences of poor expression.

What he initially said seemed like "act as the situation dictates," rather than "go on a killing spree," right?

Certainly.

With two bodies lying here, any further explanation is too late.

"Next time, spare one to ask where Koda Kaoru is, it could save us some effort."

"Oh."

Oh?

Tanki Liuli continued up the stairs.

This time Jiang Chen didn't make any redundant moves, firmly followed behind.

Just like a television game challenge, approaching the destination, climbing became less easy, on the fourth floor near a public restroom, several gang members seemingly just left the toilet, encountered the young Taoist nun.

No words.

Amidst the dancing blade, several more bodies fell one after another.

The promise of sparing lives, where is it?

If there really is an underworld, these brothers must feel aggrieved; damn, even going to the bathroom can be deadly, Earth is too dangerous.

Dongying is the birthplace of black society, yet the quality of its personnel remains unverified. Against a player like Tanki Liuli, they fall far too quickly; whether master or rookie, it's all a matter of one strike. Despite climbing several floors, these gangsters would surely have sensed something is wrong.

Yet there isn't a horde of fierce men rushing down.

"Do you want to go up?"

Tanki Liuli asked calmly, if not having witnessed her viciousness, it would not differ from her usual self.

In her eyes.

Does she truly see Dongying people as less than chickens and dogs?

No.

Less than chickens and dogs.

After all, chickens and dogs, she likely hasn't slaughtered.

Though they didn't rush down, the quieter it is, the more dangerous it becomes, indicating they're either on guard or setting a trap, even knowing the peril ahead, Boss Jiang did not disgrace his fellow men, calmly saying.

"I'll cover the rear."

The young Taoist nun with no trace of bloodthirstiness held the Tang Dao, reawakened to bloodshed after many years, opened the way ahead.

Layer by layer.

A river of blood.

Though unstained, her steps blossomed every move.

If anyone were in the surveillance room now, they'd probably be shivering.