"Boss, what do we do now?"
"This is none of our business anymore, let's go... That little bastard has already told me the whereabouts of the goods, as for this young master Yin... let's see how he does."
As the red-haired girl spoke, she tried to lead the group of thugs away from the place as quickly as possible.
Whether Yin Chen, who was tied up and locked in the small compartment, died of starvation, thirst, or suffocation due to lack of oxygen, was none of her concern.
However, she did not have time to leave.
In the dimly lit warehouse, a ghostly blue blade of light suddenly slashed down. The red-haired girl had no time to react and was cleaved vertically in two, her flesh and organs scattered all over the ground, and she was beyond saving.
A white-clad figure wearing a hood and wielding two knives moved through the warehouse like a ghost. Wherever he passed, the thugs were reduced to pieces before they could even scream or beg for mercy.
A crimson light, like the blazing sun, burst forth, while gleaming blades and silver hair flew in unison. This carnage, like a ghostly dance, vanished in an instant, leaving only a pool of blood.
The Western Region visitor, seemingly a god, flicked his wrist, and the few drops of blood on his scimitar fell like beads, while the tip of the blade remained gleaming and cold.
He went to the cubicle, opened the door, and loosened the hands and feet of the unconscious boy inside. However, he did not take him away, but stood quietly in the corner, his figure disappearing into the dust.
As night fell, a hidden door on one side of the cubicle suddenly moved, and a young man, somewhere between a teenager and a young adult, walked out of the passage with a gloomy expression.
He was very handsome, but the gloomy and distorted look on his face ruined his good looks and made people feel a chill.
He strode up to Yin Chen and kicked him in the stomach. Yin Chen was already close to waking up, and with this kick, he groaned in pain and slowly opened his eyes.
As his vision gradually cleared, Yin Chen looked at the familiar but never-before-seen young man in front of him, raised an eyebrow and chuckled: "Just as I expected... He Mubai, that's all you're capable of."
He Mubai's face twisted for a moment, then he grabbed Yin Chen by the neck and lifted him up, sneering, "Yin Chen... you foresaw the downfall of the He family, but did you foresaw that you would be buried with the He family?"
Yin Chen struggled as soon as he was grabbed, scratching wildly at He Mubai's hands with his bound hands. Suddenly, He Mubai screamed and pulled his hands back, revealing a thin needle on the back of his hand.
He Mubai flung away the needle and, like an enraged beast, pulled a gun from his waistband, pointing it at Yin Chen's head.
Yin Chen coughed lightly twice, covering his neck, and quickly calmed his breathing. He sat up and looked up at He Mubai, not surprised at all by the gun in his hand: "I heard that the He family started out in the underworld, and it seems that they are not clean now either. It's just a pity that it was too short, otherwise your He family would not have left any assets."
He Mubai laughed loudly: "Yin Chen! I underestimated you... As long as you die here, it would be too easy for the He family to make a comeback!"
"Naive." Yin Chen looked at him with a half-smile. He was the one who was tied up and trapped, yet he was high above and noble, with an air of ease that made him seem like a king judging his subjects.
"Young Master He, have you ever fired a gun? Have you ever touched a gun? Do you dare?" Yin Chen said calmly, "You kidnapped me just to force me to stop... Unfortunately, the moment I appeared here, your He family was completely finished."
"Shut up! Don't think I won't shoot!"
"Fire." Yin Chen's eyes seemed to hold endless starlight, beautiful and pure like gemstones, quietly releasing a restrained light, with a hidden ferocity flowing within: "You wouldn't dare... You're a coward."
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!!"
He Mubai pulled the trigger.
There was a soft snap, but nothing happened.
Yin Chen was still sitting there smiling. There were no bloody holes on his body, and he was still living a healthy and comfortable life.
He raised his hands and deftly flipped them, loosening the knots that seemed to bind him tightly. Then he opened his hands, revealing a magazine full of bullets in his palms.
"How foolish I was... It's a disgrace that I once regarded you as a great enemy."
Yin Chen sighed softly, and slowly stood up under He Mubai's horrified gaze. He said with a half-smile, "It's not just villains who die from talking too much; male protagonists can also die from talking too much."
He Mubai finally realized something was wrong. His body became weak and limp, and he collapsed to the ground like a noodle, unable to hold the gun and dropping it.
Yin Chen picked up the gun, reloaded the magazine, and his smile gradually became gentle and noble, shy and obedient like a student.
Bang!
With a gunshot, Yin Chen shoved the gun back into the hand of the still-blinded He Mubai, stood up, rubbed his hands together, and a transparent substance peeled off his wrist and put it in his pocket.
After picking up the needle and wrapping it up, Yin Chen walked out of the cubicle, ignoring the corpses scattered on the ground outside, and went straight to the warehouse.
He looked up at the setting sun and sighed inexplicably, "The first world..."
Long Xun, who was hiding beside him, remained silent and watched him quietly.
After a while, Yin Chen suddenly chuckled, stretched, and collapsed.
Long Xun didn't answer; he was somewhat stunned.
Before he collapsed, Yin Chen said something with a hint of mockery.
Thank you, Teacher Long.
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