Raindrops enveloped the entire building, and dark clouds floated overhead as if they might fall at any moment. Occasionally, flashes of lightning illuminated the sea.

Ling Moyuan, dressed in a black linen shirt and black suit trousers, looked like a proud monarch. Although his clothes were completely soaked, rainwater constantly lashed his sharply defined features. Rain dripped continuously from his hairline.

But with that aloof and indifferent demeanor, he exuded a faint sense of detachment, as if even the raindrops hitting him were being shrunk away by him.

At this moment, he stood on the top floor of the building, looking coldly at the person opposite him.

Standing opposite him was none other than Chen Jun. Based on his special forces training, Chen Jun figured that if Ling Moyuan really came, the top floor would be his first choice for landing, because that way he could observe all positions.

At this moment, Chen Jun held a rapier, blocking Ling Moyuan's path. The silver-white blade reflected a chilling light, and with a light swing, it seemed as if it could unleash a sword aura that could cut the skin, even slicing raindrops in two.

"Get out of my way." Ling Moyuan stared coldly at the person opposite him. The other person's sword flashed with a sharp light in the reflection of lightning, but it was not as cold as Ling Moyuan's gaze.

Standing to the side, Li Yixue watched the two men facing off and cried out anxiously, "Chen Jun, what are you doing? Shoot him and kill him!"

However, Chen Jun disobeyed Li Yixue's orders for the first time, saying somewhat apologetically, "Miss, I want to have a fair duel with him." As he spoke, he tossed another sword that he had prepared earlier to Ling Moyuan.

Besides being an outstanding special forces soldier, Chen Jun is also a master swordsman; in fact, he often wields a sword more often than a gun.

Ling Moyuan took the sharp longsword, slightly turning one side of the rapier in his hand, reflecting the light of lightning, both cold and sharp. Because Chen Jun blocked his way to find Mo Jing, his already cold demeanor became even colder. "I will make you regret stopping me."

The clashing of cold weapons was jarringly beautiful amidst the torrential rain. Li Yixue drew her pistol, initially intending to easily shoot Ling Moyuan, but both men were too fast; she couldn't catch them in time, only hearing the clash of weapons. Finally, gritting her teeth, she rushed downstairs. Finding Mo Jing would be enough to threaten Ling Moyuan; Mo Jing was his weakness. And Mo Jing's weakness was those two brats. If she could get rid of them, Mo Jing wouldn't be absent. Therefore, Zhong Yuanjie and Zhong Wenbin were her trump cards.

Chen Jun is too arrogant. Ling Moyuan is not so easy to deal with. He is an internationally renowned detective. Not only is he first-class in solving cases and finding clues, but his skills in shooting are also superb. Otherwise, why would so many people abroad be eager to hire him to solve cases?

At this moment, Li Yixue was unaware that the first floor had already been thrown into chaos, and that her so-called trump card had long been taken away.

Because all of Amo's pistols were equipped with silencers, and his marksmanship was superb, he didn't give anyone a chance to fire. Even if he occasionally caused some disturbances or noise, they were drowned out by the heavy rain and thunder.

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