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Boss Jiang is in no rush, which is understandable, since the kidnapping of Koda Kaoru by the black society was for money, not murder. However, their rescue methods are far more explosive.

Alright.

It should only be Tanki Liuli's methods.

So many have already fallen, gone to report to the King of Hell or their Sun Illumination God, but so far, Jiang Chen hasn't acted.

It's not about being afraid of death.

He truly hasn't had the opportunity.

The Taoist nun sister is truly fierce, like a force of nature, one person with a knife, unstoppable, as if entering a realm without anyone, making people doubt if the renowned Dongying gangs are just for show.

No opponents.

There wasn't even a need for the Taoist nun sister to strike again.

All the way up, it was always one strike.

From initial shock, it gradually evolved into numbness. Boss Jiang followed silently behind, the only thing needed was to tiptoe around the pools of blood and the blocking corpses.

"Want to rest for a bit?"

Upon reaching the tenth floor, Jiang Chen spoke, unsure if he was apprehensive about the young Taoist nun's changing demeanor, his tone was low, not daring to be loud.

"No need."

Tanki Liuli shook her head simply. In such a situation, it's easy to get caught up in the killing, where not just people but even a worm in her sight might get sliced in half. Yet her gaze remained clear, not forgetting the main objective.

It's getting late.

The sooner it ends, the sooner she can go back to sleep.

The kind offer was rejected, and Boss Jiang dared not insist, lest she turn and give him a slash in her fervor, which wouldn't be pleasant. All he could do was follow her to the second-to-last floor.

No thugs in the way.

A door appeared in the dim corridor, light seeped through the crack, quiet and eerie.

"Be careful."

Even if it seemed unnecessary, Jiang Chen still reminded.

According to gaming logic, the closer to success, the higher the difficulty of the level.

The young Taoist nun, with no trace of killing intent, had a calm demeanor. Holding the still-glimmering Tang Dao, she approached the door step by step.

She didn't push or kick, but shook her wrist, sending the sheath of the Tang Dao instantly against the door.

Jiang Chen, standing seven or eight steps behind, raised an eyebrow.

He didn't have x-ray vision.

Yet somehow, it felt as if someone behind that door was silently confronting Tanki Liuli.

"Bang!"

Suddenly.

A loud bang ominously broke the silence on the floor, then the whole door burst into pieces, simultaneously, two figures sprang out in perfect harmony, one above and one below, lunging at Tanki Liuli.

Finally, some decent opponents.

Of course.

As a world-famous violent organization with numerous members, how could they not have skilled fighters to hold the fort?

Now is the real test of the young Taoist nun's skills, after all, anyone can bully the weak.

Even Boss Jiang, while he might not achieve the same elegance, if he relied on his own skills to climb here, he could probably manage it, albeit with more time and effort.

No worries, Jiang Chen quickly retreated, not out of fear, but to give the Taoist nun sister ample space to operate.

Under his practically observational gaze, the young Taoist nun remained calm, her toes dipped like a dragonfly on water, then her whole body, in an exceptionally graceful and natural posture, floated backward, defying gravity.

If she donned white clothes or a red dress, she'd be like a ghost in the mortal world.

"Clang!"

Before touching the ground, the Tang Dao was suddenly drawn, the bright blade flashing by, prompting Jiang Chen to squint involuntarily.

No killing intent, nor any guilt, instead her aura of sanctity became more intense and potent.

The Buddhist sect preaches compassion.

But does her lineage advocate proving oneself through killing?

Lands.

Attack.

The young Taoist nun, usually only interested in food, displayed an entirely different side. Following the shine of the blade, a thrust gathered force, unstoppable, aimed at a gangster's chest.

The door shattered, and in the pouring light, Tanki Liuli's figure was so gracefully agile.

"&#$#...!"

Japanese.

Jiang Chen didn't understand, but he could see that the other gangster, fortunate not to be Tanki Liuli's first target, wanted to aid his companion, but Tanki Liuli kicked him on the shoulder, sending him crashing into the wall before her speed surged again.

The blade's brilliance like lightning swiftly pierced the gap between them, followed by a "puff."

The organism, likely prominent within the group, hardly had time to retaliate before his heart was shattered by the young woman from the eastern land.

Simply speaking of kidnapping, it's not a capital offense, including all the spirits downstairs awaiting a reset, were merely paying the price for their ancestors.

Next time, they'll surely choose to change their lineage.

The blade tip went straight through the chest, emerging from the back, blood flowed out, collecting at the tip, drip by drip.

"Swipe."

The rigid body fell with Tanki Liuli's withdrawal of the knife.

Turns out, even with increased difficulty, it was still just one move.

With the samurai spirit revered in Dongying, could it be that they truly have no skilled fighters left?

"Ask him where the person is."

Jiang Chen looked at the one who painfully collided with the wall.

The young Taoist nun's legs are long, but also quite formidable, no need to experience firsthand, one could tell from his state, after being kicked, his shoulder was likely dislocated.

At least, he was a survivor.