The members of the Hong Association and the Three Mountains Association looked at Qin Yexuan with changed eyes, filled with confusion and shock. Qin Yexuan's black mask suddenly brought back memories of a legend from Hong Kong, from a long, long time ago.
The people from the Hong Association and the Three Mountains Association swarmed forward, now with utmost respect, wanting to pay their respects to Qin Yexuan.
Ba Mian Fo's face darkened. "Now you come to pay your respects? Does Master Qin care? All of you, scram."
The people from the two major factions pleaded desperately.
Qin Yexuan, still wearing his mask, silently gazed at the street outside.
Su Ning Shuang got into Liang Han Xing's car. Escorted by other police personnel, they had just left the main street. However, a grey commercial van suddenly started and began to follow them.
Qin Yexuan's eyes flickered, and he stood up abruptly. The people in the teahouse were startled.
"I'm going out for a bit. Call me if anything comes up," Qin Yexuan gestured to Ba Mian Fo. In the next moment, he was like lightning, passing through the window and disappearing into the night.
Too fast!
Everyone only saw a blur before their eyes, and the "Master Qin" had vanished. The elder from the Hong Association turned and left with a dark expression. The members of the Three Mountains Association muttered to each other and hurried away. They all knew that the delicately balanced situation of Hong Kong's three major powers might be about to be shattered. The Qing Association, originally the weakest, now had a super figure like Qin Yexuan backing them.
At this moment, the neon lights of Victoria Harbour in Hong Kong shimmered, and a light rain began to fall. The rain gradually intensified.
Liang Han Xing sat in the car, continuously rubbing his forehead. Su Ning Shuang also closed her eyes, contemplating something. She trusted Liang Han Xing and had always called him "Senior Brother" because they had attended the same internal training class, making them "old classmates."
"Ning Shuang, I'll take you to the investigation department's archives later to discuss something."
Su Ning Shuang opened her eyes. "Senior Brother, is it about the masked man? That's not urgent. As you know, I'm mainly here to handle the Gao Yao family case."
Liang Han Xing sighed. "Ning Shuang, Hong Kong is different from the mainland. It's too small, just an island city. All the powers are interconnected like a spiderweb. Organizations like the Qing Association are closely linked to the Gao Yao family case, which is why the masked man..."
Before he could finish, Su Ning Shuang suddenly shushed him and turned to look behind them. "Senior Brother, someone is following us."
What? Liang Han Xing looked in the rearview mirror.
"Is it that van?"
"Yes, it's been following us since we left the teahouse."
At this moment, a person wearing a black mask poked their head out of the grey commercial van, carrying a formidable weapon on their shoulder. A shoulder-fired rocket launcher! To think such a battlefield weapon would appear in Hong Kong!
Liang Han Xing trembled, despair filling his eyes. At this distance, the attacker could definitely hit their car, and the weapon's power was enough to annihilate everyone inside.
*Click!*
Su Ning Shuang kicked open the car door. "Jump!"
Liang Han Xing hesitated for a moment. With a whoosh, the car door slammed back shut and locked again. Now, even Su Ning Shuang felt despair. A deadly weapon was aimed at Su Ning Shuang's car.
At this moment of life and death, a black silhouette suddenly appeared as if from a ghost, descending from the air. The black shadow, the black mask, its feet seemed to carry immense weight, wrapped in the pouring rain and fierce wind, and it slammed down onto the grey commercial van.
*Stab!*
*Crack!*
The roof of the grey commercial van caved in with a terrifying sound, its thick metal as fragile as tofu. The black figure tore through the roof and plunged into the vehicle. In two seconds, four consecutive streaks of blood appeared.
*Bang!*
The black figure burst out of the car door again, dragging someone, and vanished into the rain curtain with a blur of motion. The grey commercial van flipped over, erupting in a massive explosion and turning into scattered debris. The entire process took less than ten seconds; no one had time to react.
Liang Han Xing's police convoy frantically turned around, swiftly securing the scene. Liang Han Xing, pale-faced, exchanged a look with Su Ning Shuang, both covered in a cold sweat.
"Who saved us?"
"I don't know, but that person was not human! How could a human possess such power?"
Su Ning Shuang breathed out. "I even suspect I saw a ghost."
Ten miles away from the explosion site, at a deserted wharf, the black figure stopped. Rainwater dripped from the black mask. Qin Yexuan gently shook his head and threw the person he was holding to the ground. The assassin leader, who had been in the car, was now vomiting uncontrollably.
Qin Yexuan leaned down and looked at him. "Tell me who the mastermind is, and I'll give you a quick death."
The leader shouted defiantly, "We are professional killers; we don't betray our employers. Kill me, I'm not afraid!"
Death? A chilling smile played on Qin Yexuan's black mask. His eyes were deep, like those of a devil from hell. "Kid, sometimes, death is the easiest thing. In this world, what's more terrifying is when you can't even die when you want to!"
The assassin felt a chill run through his entire body, as if the eyes beneath the black mask were like black whirlpools, sucking his soul in. He couldn't bear the terror and screamed, "It's Gao Jian! Gao Jian from the Gao family sent us. He provided the weapons too..."
Qin Yexuan used his phone to record his confession and, anonymously, sent it directly to Su Ning Shuang.