The Night Watcher excelled at assassination, appearing and disappearing without a trace, making it easy to ambush a Wugushu at the extraordinary level.

The shattered heart still beat, blood gurgling out. The cold youth didn't die immediately. His brown pupils contracted into golden vertical eyes. His nose collapsed, an air hole appeared, his lips widened to his ears, his skin turned blue-black, and hard bumps grew.

He turned into a hideous, humanoid toad.

Gu Transformation! He was making a desperate attempt.

But just as he completed the Gu Transformation, the palm suddenly clenched, crushing the crimson heart. The other hand plunged into the hole in his chest, tearing downwards with all its might. The toad-man was torn in two, as easily as tearing paper.

The entire process, from the attack to the tearing, took no more than three seconds. Li Zhengde's pupils dilated, his mind still in a daze.

The High Captain, whom he revered like a god, could be crushed so easily, killed as easily as crushing an ant.

Li Zhengde finally saw the attacker clearly. It was an ordinary-looking young man, the kind who would disappear in a crowd.

Just as Li Zhengde was about to beg for mercy, he heard a "crack" and saw his own back, saw the corridor behind him.

What, what happened to me? The thought flashed through his mind, and consciousness plunged into eternal darkness. Li Zhengde, his neck twisted one hundred and eighty degrees, collapsed to the ground, incontinent, his crotch soaked, his legs twitching slightly.

Zhang Yuanqing heard the Spirit Realm notification sounds of acquiring reputation points and deducting moral points, but he didn't care. Killing an evil profession or an ordinary person now wasn't enough to quell his anger. He would kill first and ask questions later. After killing these villains, the Public Security Bureau would define the case and he would receive a more substantial moral reward.

And when he accumulated substantial moral points, he wouldn't become a Spirit Realm wanted criminal if he accidentally killed civilians in future battles.

Although he had always been very careful not to harm civilians, as his level increased, his destructive power became stronger, making accidents difficult to avoid.

The embarrassing predicament of Marshal, Chairman, and the club boss was the best proof.

He could choose not to do it, but he had to prepare for accidents.

Black and viscous energy surged from Zhang Yuanqing's eyes as he stared at the toad-man's corpse. He summoned the remnant spiritual body from the corpse, opening his mouth and swallowing the bared-teeth, perverse spirit.

Ten seconds later, after digesting the memory fragments remaining in the spiritual body, he snapped his fingers and disappeared into starlight.

Far from the green shed dormitory and the sand field, a group of young and middle-aged men in vests and floral shirts surrounded a square table, some standing, some sitting. They were playing stud poker, laughing happily when they won and cursing when they lost.

Besides the playing cards, there were also large stacks of paper money on the table. The most conspicuous was a tattooed man, wearing a black shirt and jeans, a gold chain around his neck, a cigarette in his mouth, squinting at his cards.

The black shirt man's Spirit Realm ID was "Gambling Saint." Before becoming a The Way of the Extraordinary, he was a gambling addict.

Anything he owned, he would wager on the table.

Money, wife, children, even his own life. He enjoyed the thrill of gambling. If he lost, he would willingly offer his wife to another man. He pursued the thrill of sudden wealth or utter ruin, believing it was the greatest charm of gambling. Therefore, he never cheated. Cheating was pointless. A guaranteed win was neither exciting nor fulfilling.

The thugs in the sand field liked to play with him because of this.

The Gambling Saint was about to lose all his money, but he didn't care. He lit a cigarette and waited for the next game to begin.

The second game began. The Gambling Saint lit a cigarette, picked up two cards, looked at them, and then slowly peeled open the last card.

The three cards were "2", "6", and "9". Another trash hand!

The Gambling Saint was about to curse when he heard someone behind him say, "Wow, what a trash hand."

"Trash hand!" The Gambling Saint echoed, then thought for a moment, remembering that there was no one behind him.

He suddenly turned his head and saw an ordinary-looking young man standing behind him at some point.

"You..." The Gambling Saint's expression changed. This person wasn't from the sand field; he was a complete stranger.

He instinctively jumped up, trying to create distance, but the next second, the man behind him placed his palm on top of his head.

"Bang!" His head exploded like a watermelon, brain tissue mixed with bone fragments splattering all over the table.

The thugs at the table either held their cards in a daze or stared blankly at the headless corpse falling to the ground, stunned for a moment.

They didn't have a chance to react. Ichikawa Mi floated out from behind her master, letting out a wraith's shriek. With a series of thuds, the dozen or so people at the table fell to the ground, dying silently.

Zhang Yuanqing swallowed the Saint's spiritual body as usual, and then asked, "Ichikawa Mi, will killing ordinary people deduct moral points?"

"Master, from the moment you refined me into a wraith, I lost my identity card. I am now your servant, not a The Way of the Extraordinary," Ichikawa Mi said, clinging to her master's back in a flattering tone. "I've always wanted a master to abuse and whip me."

"Work hard, and don't talk about irrelevant things. I'll whip you to death tonight," Zhang Yuanqing said coldly.

"Yes~" Ichikawa Mi, delighted with the promise, flirtatiously struck a pose.

Zhang Yuanqing then walked to the bedside and collected the blood-stained money one by one. "The money is confiscated!"

He looked towards the green shed dormitory in the distance, where the male slaves lived. With a Star Teleportation, he arrived at the leftmost room, where the air conditioner was blowing cold air.

In the not-so-wide room, there was a comfortable double bed. A sexy woman on the bed, with her head tilted back, let out a soft and seductive moan.

She had delicate features, a curvy figure, and a young man under her hips. Behind her was another man. Compared to the woman's enjoyment, the two men had completely forced expressions, performing the repetitive movements numbly and mechanically.

A row of naked men knelt by the bed, their heads lowered, like male concubines waiting for the empress's favor. There was no lust in their expressions or eyes, only fear and nervousness.

Tsk, this woman is simply a female version of the Lust General. This kind of woman should be handed over to the Demon Lord to deal with, ensuring that she'll be traumatized from now on and never be interested in men again.

Zhang Yuanqing stood by the bed, admiring a bedroom scene rarely seen even in domestic porn.

He wasn't afraid of being discovered by the woman, because Ichikawa Mi had ignited their desires, making them addicted to physical pleasure.

At this moment, even if a gun was pointed at the woman's throat, she wouldn't react, she might even subconsciously…

Of course, Zhang Yuanqing wouldn't hand over his own gun. The two rows of male slaves kneeling by the bed, lost in illusions, were completely unaware of the sudden appearance of a stranger.

After scrutinizing for a moment, Zhang Yuanqing felt bored. He reached out and pinched the woman's neck, a slight crack, and then he applied a bit more force.

Dead, dead silently. The two men on the bed continued to move, completely unaware that the woman was already dead.

Zhang Yuanqing took out his phone and dialed the phone number of the Poison Chaser. "Come in, the Wugushu inside have been taken care of."

Five minutes later, a convoy rushed into the sand field. The Poison Chaser arrived with official The Way of the Extraordinary. The criminals on guard at the gate immediately sounded the alarm. More than twenty armed thugs rushed out of the dormitory, only to discover that their companions at the sand field base had just been slaughtered. The convoy charged straight into the sand field base.

The roar of the submachine guns had just started when the bodies of the thugs were inexplicably cut in half at the waist, as if they had been cut by a laser. It was the Poison Chaser's sword energy.

In just one round, the remaining forces in the sand field were wiped out. The convoy stopped, and the official The Way of the Extraordinary rushed into various places with guns, searching for surviving enemies.

The Poison Chaser swept his gaze, first looking at the toad-man and Li Zhengde, who were lying beside the female dormitory.

His eyes flickered slightly, deeply looking at the toad-man torn in two. Then, he walked forward.

He walked to the Gambling Saint's side, his body leaning forward in front of the corpse. The skull was shattered, also a fatal sneak attack from behind. He was very good at sneak attacks. Looking at the miscellaneous soldiers and generals, he was even more surprised.

These people's bodies had no damage, as if someone had simply erased their souls. There were no Fire Master's methods. He was indeed not a Fire Master.

"Report, Enforcer, the armed elements of the sand field have all been wiped out, a total of thirty-eight people. We found an ammunition depot in the east, hiding dozens of kilograms of drugs and twenty boxes of paper money. In the dormitory area, we found abducted men and women, who are currently under control. We are verifying whether any enemies have mixed in."

The scout Wang Xiao'er returned with a submachine gun and reported loudly.

Annie, his expression was joyous and excited. The Poison Chaser nodded in satisfaction and asked, "Where is the Three Purities Taoist Ancestor Enforcer?"

Wang Xiao'er's excited expression suddenly froze, and he lowered his voice and said, "He... He is searching the sand field for money."

The Poison Chaser was stunned and said angrily, "The spoils must be handed over."

Wang Xiaogong shrunk his neck. "You go, I don't dare."

The Poison Chaser thought about it, and realized that he didn't dare either. His face twitched for a while. When he mustered his courage, with the swordsman's obsession with discipline, he strode towards the ammunition depot, only to find that the Three Purities Taoist Ancestor had already left, and the money in the warehouse had been emptied.

In the mountains west of the sand field, Zhang Yuanqing, wearing the Swift Wind Gauntlets, created a gust of wind that bent the trees, and saw Xie Lingxi and the other two from afar.

He immediately landed, put away the gauntlets, and with a snap of his fingers, teleported to their side.

"Mr. Yuanshi, this should be the place where the Underworld King sleeps. We found many animal corpses in this area, which died collectively and have rotted and stunk, which coincides with the Underworld King's sleeping time," Annie said.

"We need to lock down the location where the Underworld King sleeps," Zhang Yuanqing said.

Annie immediately said, "According to preliminary surveys, the Underworld King's sleep affects an area of 500 meters in radius. We can measure it based on the animal corpses and then calculate the center."

"Go do it immediately!" Zhang Yuanqing.

The three women didn't move!

"Is there a problem?"

"We forgot how to calculate the center."

"Annie and the Queen forgot, which is understandable, after all, they're old. Xie Lingxi, what's wrong with you? You're a high school JK."

"Brother Yuanshi, I'm a bad student."

"You probably never learned it, right? Anyway, you're a The Way of the Extraordinary, your family is rich and powerful. Reading and struggling are things that grassroots people like me do. You just need to lie flat. A bunch of useless people. I, this top student, have to solve it." Zhang Yuanqing said as he turned his back to everyone, quietly pulling out his phone to quickly search for the formula for calculating the center!

"Brother Yuanshi, what are you doing?"

"The Poison Chaser sent me a message." Before long, Zhang Yuanqing quickly calculated the center.

The center was in a place with no weeds or shrubs, about ten meters below a few pine trees. Zhang Yuanqing paced back and forth under the trees, looking down and searching.

"Brother Yuanshi, I don't think your method is very good. Even if there's DNA left, it must have degraded," Xie Lingxi felt that she should show the common sense of a high school student.

"I know," Zhang Yuanqing continued to search. "Normal DNA can degrade, but hair won't degrade that quickly, not in three days. Unless he doesn't lose hair!"

"That makes so much sense," Xie Lingxi was convinced.

After all, The Way of the Extraordinary also loses hair when they sleep. She often loses hair.

After a while, Zhang Yuanqing sighed, having not found any human hair: "Okay, he doesn't have a hair loss problem, then we can only use the stupidest method."

"Then we can only use the most stupid method." He took out the Purple Thunder Hammer, switched to the round shield mode, and started tinkering with it.

"The most stupid method?" Annie was puzzled by his behavior.

"He slept here, and these soils must have been contaminated with his aura. I want to take them back, and when I use Star Gazing, they will give me enlightenment. These soils are the only items associated with the Underworld King," Zhang Yuanqing explained.

Annie's beautiful eyes shone with light, and she happily said, "With these soils, we can find him?"

"Certainly not, but we should be able to determine a general location, and then we'll do a carpet search, but we have to wait until he's asleep, otherwise the carpet search will be alerting the snake," Zhang Yuanqing said a lot. He scraped the ground and collected dozens of pounds of soft, moist soil, and took it away with Little Red Riding Hood.

In the next half day, Zhang Yuanqing uprooted the Spirit Realm criminals that the two psychics remembered at another stronghold, killing them on the spot, leaving no one alive.

Based on the memory of the psychics at that stronghold, he followed the clues and found another stronghold. After clearing that stronghold, he rushed to the next one without stopping. He cycled like this three times, destroying a total of six strongholds, and almost completely eliminated the strongholds that the Spirit Energy Society had planted in Nanming City in one day.

He didn't dare to go to the stronghold where the Dominator was sitting. When the last stronghold was pulled out, it was already three in the morning.

The advantage of a lightning tactic is that no one has the chance to transmit the message to the stronghold where the Dominator is located. In the memory that Zhang Yuanqing obtained, the various strongholds of the Spirit Energy Society would contact each other every day at nine o'clock in the morning to report that they were safe.

And their first action today occurred at 10:30 AM. By 3:00 AM, all the strongholds had been removed. When that Dominator reacted tomorrow morning, he would have become an isolated stronghold. This kind of tactic not only requires overwhelming advantages, but also requires a Night Watcher to do it. Other professions can't do it.

And even a Star Official would suffer a huge mental burden from swallowing so many spiritual bodies in one day.

Zhang Yuanqing was different, he was half a Pure Yang Body.

Inside the bright Public Security Bureau cafeteria, all the members of the Nanming Branch were filling a long table with delicious dishes: beer fish, snail noodles, vinegar blood duck, field snails stuffed with meat. The official The Way of the Extraordinary and clerical staff were sitting at the table, each with a smile on their face and a light in their eyes.

Recalling the situation at noon and in the evening today, they still felt like they were in a dream, unbelievable.

The action team personally witnessed a stronghold being wiped out and criminals being killed one after another. Their worship of the Three Purities Ancestor Enforcer was overflowing. They wished that the Poison Chaser would step down from the position of branch director and give it to him.

The clerks sitting in the office had a different mood. They completely listened as if it were a myth.

In the morning, Xue Hai Wuya enthusiastically shouted, "The Fang Clan Sand Field has been destroyed," and the whole place cheered. They immediately notified the security guards to clean up the corpses and rescue the abducted innocents according to the procedure.

But as one stronghold after another was wiped out, the clerks in the office were dumbfounded and made things difficult. They once thought that Xue Hai Wuya was talking in his sleep, suffering from hysteria.

The female assistant even specially called the Poison Chaser Enforcer to verify.

Like a dream, yes, it was a dream.

In the past, the Qinghe Branch had Enforcers specially sent to inspect the work, and there were no lack of those with lofty ambitions, but how easy was it to find the Spirit Energy Society's stronghold? The strongholds were often changed, lasting two or three years at most, or as short as a few months. It was both difficult to investigate and easy to encounter ambushes. After several times, the Enforcers became lazy.

The members of the Nanming Branch also went from disappointment to numbness, no longer holding any expectations. Those who could leave Nanming City left, and those who couldn't stayed and struggled.

Finally, headquarters sent a senior enforcer who was so powerful that he cleared away the Spirit Energy Society's forces that had been plaguing them for many years with a sweeping force. Even if they would eventually make a comeback, there would at least be a period of stability of more than a year.

The cheers in the office lasted from morning to night, everyone was full of energy and actively contacted the local security bureaus, arranging the aftermath work in an orderly manner. Because the action team didn't have lunch at noon, they also stayed at their computer desks, not going to the cafeteria. They quickly finished dinner in a few bites and then started to take charge of contact matters, and now they were starving.

But no one moved their chopsticks, turning their attention to the Poison Chaser. The Poison Chaser silently got up, his cold face melting like ice and snow, revealing a smile that was rare in the eyes of the people in the branch. He raised his glass and said, "Today is a great victory. Everyone is welcome to hear a speech from the Three Purities Taoist Ancestor."

Everyone then looked at the Three Purities Taoist Ancestor!

This ordinary but charming enforcer.

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