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No wonder they controlled two Kun Lun members so easily. The team was still growing.

Many people in the world were willing to risk their lives for money.

Yesterday, Lin Xiaoxiao was chatting with him. Lin Xiaoxiao was squatting on a chair as he said, "Qing Chen when you return to the Outer World, remember to not trust anyone because individual interests can change so many relationships. Humans seek profits, and never underestimate human greed. Guess who invented the communication device that Liu Dezhu is using right now?"

Qing Chen guessed, "A spy?"

Lin Xiaoxiao smiled and shook his head, "Nope, it was secretly developed by two stock traders from City 1 who wanted to avoid getting caught for insider trading. Look how greed even led to technological advancements."

Right now, Qing Chen had the feeling that more and more people of the Outer World would step to the darker side driven by profits.

Countless people needed this opportunity to change their lives.

He pocketed the walkie-talkie and walked into the darkness after waving to Jiang Xue.

Jiang Xue squatted down and hugged Li Tongyun, "Did that scare you just now?"

Li Tongyun thought about it and said, "I was at first, but after Brother Qing Chen patted my head, I\'m not scared anymore."

The little girl recalled Qing Chen\'s precision and determination at night and thought that Qing Chen\'s calmness was like performing an art.

The art of harvesting life.

…

The soles of human feet should be the softest of most animals.

Fighting barefooted was harder than one could imagine. Even a tiny piece of gravel on the ground could make anyone feel a sharp pain.

Even if there was even one possible alternative, Qing Chen wouldn\'t choose to fight barefooted.

But there was none.

Qing Chen quietly waited on a loquat tree by the road, using the dense canopy to hide his body. He also turned down the sound from the walkie-talkie to a minimum.

The campfire in the yard would shine a light through gaps between the branches from time to time.

This was the best spot that he could think of. The tree was tall and a good distance away from Yunshang Inn.

"6 on the yard, and 1 at the back door," Qing Chen muttered to himself. To eliminate seven people at once wasn\'t realistic right now, especially when most of them were grouped together.

He looked down at the bloodstains on the soles of his feet. Who would know what his feet would look like after tonight…

In the yard, Liu Dezhu timidly sat on the ground as the leader of the criminals was pointing a gun at him, questions about something.

More than forty hostages were grouped tightly together, and 6 of the criminals surrounded them firmly, ensuring that no one would escape.

To Qing Chen\'s surprise, he saw a Kun Lun member lying on the ground with sweat wetting his forehead.

The gun would on the young man\'s leg was particularly eye-catching. Blood was still coming out from it, dyeing the cement floor with a dark purple color.

Even at this painful moment, his right hand was still beside his pants picket, and his index finger was tapping rhythmically, trying to notify the outside world.

Tap, tap tap.

Tap, tap, tap…

His index finger was tapping out quick, short tones, and his middle finger was tapping out slow, long tones.

It seemed to be More\'s code, but Qing Chen didn\'t know who he was messaging.

Another teammate?

Qing Chen took note of the code\'s rhythm and turned his eyes to the courtyard.

At this time, one of the criminals was looking around in the crowd and smiled as he said something to another criminal.

Then, he grabbed Wang Yun\'s hair as he pulled her out of the crowd.

Wang Yun was dragged to the ground with legs kicking, but eventually, she was dragged into the inn.

The classmates looked fearfully at this. Hu Xiaoniu and Zhang Tianzhen wanted to stand up a couple of times but were forced to sit down by the dark and cold gunpoints.

An unhurt Kun Lun member rose in anger, but the criminal next to him give him a solid punch on the stomach. He fell like a shrimp but couldn\'t make a sound.

Aside from that, no one dared to resist.

But no one could criticize their ethics right now. When humans were in danger, protecting themselves was a natural instinct. The students weren\'t professionally trained, and fear was natural.

However, they didn\'t know that the criminals never planned to let any ordinary person leave here alive in the first place.

Qing Chen looked at all this expressionlessly and didn\'t intervene.

He felt that this was illogical since the criminals were all well-trained and organized fighters.

Grabbing a girl into a room at this time seemed way too stupid.

And they obviously weren’t stupid.

After a while, the criminal came out of the inn and patted his companion on the shoulder, "It\'s your turn."

Hearing this, the students all retreated in fear.

Seeing the criminal looking through the crowd with a smile on his face, the girls all lowered their heads to avoid eye contact, as if that was enough to be not seen.

The next moment, his glance landed on… Nan Gengchen!

The criminal squeezed through the crowd and dragged Nan Gengchen to bring to the house.

Qing Chen looked at this scene in shock, "…"

He finally figured out one thing.

No more waiting.

He didn\'t even know where the criminal at the back door was hiding, but he couldn\'t wait anymore.

This was the best chance.

…

Yunshang Inn was built on a mountain, so it wasn\'t on flat ground but leaning against a slope with forests extending from its sides.

A criminal was leaning against the back door, smoking.

The red color of the cigarette was flashing in the darkness, and the sizzling of the tobacco burning could be heard in the quiet night.

Unlike the criminal at the front door, he already had the Glock 34 with a silencer in his hand to react faster.

Suddenly in the darkness, a sound of gravel falling on the ground erupted.

However, the criminal\'s first reaction was to look in the opposite direction of the sound, and the muzzle pointed to the place where the sound came from.

No matter which side, he could find the best way to deal with the situation.

No one.

His tight muscles relaxed slowly.

The criminal threw away the cigarette butt and searched around the darkness with his pistol, trying to find the source of the sound.

At this time, a voice came from the walkie-talkie, "Report, 1"

"2."

"3."

The criminal pressed down on the walkie-talkie and said, "4."

His focus was on the walkie-talkie and was somewhat distracted.

He released and looked around again.

Suddenly, the criminal\'s pupils suddenly contracted, but his mouth was already covered by a hand from behind. The cold dagger stabbed into his spleen from the back waist and stopped at his lungs.

Then, he heard someone from behind him who pressed down a walkie-talkie and said, "5."

The hand was released, and the criminal\'s mouth only made some gasping sounds.

The counting continued.

"6."

"7."

"8."

No one found out that two of their companions had already died.

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