They had been waiting for Qin Yexuan for a long time.
Ye Fangjin, in particular, looked furious and grief-stricken, his fists clenched, his face pale.
Qin Yexuan frowned, sensing the presence of others.
At least three hundred special guards from the War Department were ambushed near this overpass, with two snipers positioned on the east and west sides of the bridge deck.
Their body heat was quite discernible.
Qin Yexuan's eyes narrowed.
Then, clumps of humanoid energy appeared before him.
The ambush locations of the more than three hundred killers were immediately apparent.
Qin Yexuan sneered inwardly and walked over slowly.
From afar, Brother Ya Mo and his sister anxiously signaled, while Ye Fangjin was so anxious he was sweating profusely.
They had clearly been controlled; this was a trap set for Qin Yexuan!
But Qin Yexuan still walked over.
"Sir..." Ye Fangjin's face turned red, blood trickling from his lips as he managed to utter two words.
Qin Yexuan raised his hand and pressed a palm onto his shoulder.
With a "ding," a fine, hair-like needle inserted into Ye Fangjin's throat sprang out.
Qin Yexuan grabbed the needle mid-air; a crackling electrical current flashed across it.
"A restriction from the Thunder Dragon clan. You've encountered someone from the Thunder Dragon family."
Ye Fangjin's body relaxed, and he immediately moved to stand in front of Qin Yexuan: "Sir, leave quickly! People from the capital have come. They subdued us to lure you here!"
Qin Yexuan gently pushed him aside: "I know."
He then looked at Brother and Sister Ya Mo, shook his head, and flicked his fingers remotely.
The killer siblings groaned and crouched on the ground, spitting out fine, hair-like needles from their mouths.
The "Heavenly Thunder Needle" of the Thunder Dragon lineage was indeed venomous. Once struck, the needle controlled all your vital points, rendering you unable to even speak.
"You all retreat. Don't worry about me."
After speaking, Qin Yexuan patted the black car: "Come out!"
The car door opened awkwardly, and a fat man emerged, followed by two fully armed guards.
The fat man stood with his hands behind his back, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, his hair slicked back with greasy hairspray.
He strutted arrogantly and stood opposite Qin Yexuan, clearing his throat.
This cough was a signal; the surrounding ambushing capital special guards tensed up, ready to act.
The fat man pressed his earpiece, confirmed the snipers had locked onto Qin Yexuan's head, and then chuckled: "Imperial Preceptor Qin's fame precedes him, truly living up to his reputation. We were merely joking..."
Qin Yexuan interrupted him impolitely: "You can scram."
What?
The fat man was stunned: "You... you know who I am? Who I represent? I..."
Qin Yexuan didn't even glance at him: "You represent the capital, calling yourself a capital envoy. I can talk to the capital, but I don't like your voice. Send someone else."
The fat man stood frozen, utterly speechless.
Ye Fangjin and Brother and Sister Ya Mo, who had been extremely anxious, couldn't help but let out strange smiles.
The fat man's face flushed with anger, and he roared: "I, Chen Wanchun, represent the capital and am a capital envoy with the authority to deal with you as I see fit! Qin Yexuan, don't think you're some big shot just because you've accomplished things before! Damn it!"
The fat man was thoroughly enraged.
Qin Yexuan frowned: "Shut up. I said, I don't like your voice. Send someone else to talk to me!"
This single sentence rendered all of the fat man's threats into a joke.
He stood his ground and suddenly laughed: "Good, very good. Qin Yexuan, do you think I came alone? Let me tell you, a perfect net has already been laid out here!"
He raised his hand fiercely!
Through the communicator, the order was directly issued.
Instantly, dense crowds appeared around the overpass, blocking all escape routes from the front, back, left, and right.
More than three hundred people were crammed into this confined space.
And on the bridge, two special sniper scope crosshairs appeared, menacingly fixed on Qin Yexuan's head.
"Qin, are you scared? You should be scared!"
The fat man was now triumphant: "The two guns on the bridge are anti-materiel weapons, capable of piercing tank armor. I ask you, is your head harder than a tank?"
Qin Yexuan clasped his hands behind his back.
The targeting reticles, representing death, shifted with his body but remained locked onto his head.
The fat man felt he had control of the situation, and his arrogance was hard to contain: "I don't care if you're an unparalleled national scholar or the Grand Preceptor of Great Xia. In front of me, you all have to be obedient. The capital sent me here to investigate you. If I say you're innocent, you'll pass. If I say you're guilty, you'll be dead!"
Qin Yexuan said "oh," and his eyes began to change.
Heart Control Technique!
A supreme mystic art from the Demonic Sect.
Jun Mengyao, having grasped only a superficial understanding, could manipulate various factions.
But when Qin Yexuan truly unleashed it, the effect was beyond anything Jun Mengyao could achieve.
His eyes held a strange power as he swept them across the more than three hundred people, including the two confidantes behind the fat man.
Anyone who met Qin Yexuan's gaze instantly became dazed.
Qin Yexuan looked up again, his eyes flashing with a blood-red light.
The snipers, who had been constantly watching him through their scopes, were instantly controlled by his gaze. Under Heart Control, they had become puppets controlled by Qin Yexuan.
The entire process took less than five seconds.
And the capital envoy, Chen Wanchun, was still blustering: "Qin Yexuan, I can have your head right now with just a word..."
"Are you finished talking?" Qin Yexuan interrupted again.
Chen Wanchun's face turned red again: "You... you're courting death... you..."
Qin Yexuan interrupted again: "I don't like your voice. Send someone else to talk to me!"
Damn it!
Chen Wanchun, who held a position second to none in the capital, had never suffered such humiliation.
He raised his hand sinisterly: "Fire!!"
Two crosshair reticles still shone on Qin Yexuan's head, as if he were about to be shot in the head at any moment.
But!
Three seconds passed, five seconds passed...
The snipers showed no reaction?!
Chen Wanchun snatched his communicator and stomped his foot, roaring: "Fire! I said fire, are you deaf?"
Still, there was no reaction.
At this moment, Qin Yexuan raised his hand.
Then, the targeting reticles above his head began to move.
Following Qin Yexuan's finger, the reticles shifted slowly, gradually falling onto... Chen Wanchun's head.
Ah!
Chen Wanchun couldn't believe it!
The snipers and the special guards he brought were all his meticulously chosen subordinates.
Each one was his confidante.
"When... when did they betray me?"
Chen Wanchun shivered and turned: "Quick, protect me!"
His trusted bodyguards, whom he had trained since childhood, now stood dazed, not moving an inch.
Even... even you two...
Chen Wanchun threw himself to the ground, yelling in terror at the three hundred people on the periphery: "Quick, quick, find a way..."
He then despaired.
Those three hundred people were also motionless.
What... what in the world was happening? Chen Wanchun began to cry...