3:30 AM, Southern Philadelphia, near a highway by the Delaware River. On the right side of the road, an SUV t-boned a white sedan, its body forming a 'T' shape, with a bald white man caught in the middle, bleeding from the mouth and unconscious. Behind the 'T', two bald white men were fighting with a blonde white man, tri-edge spikes clashing against a small Arabic scimitar – the swishing of blades glinting coldly in the night, each strike potentially fatal. On the left side of the road, a car had rolled over, lying upside down with its wheels in the air, surrounded by car parts and shattered glass. Red-Backed Spider Brenna had been busy shooting, not wearing a seatbelt, and suffered severe injuries from the rollover, covered in blood and now deeply unconscious. Blue-eyed Roy was in a slightly better state, but he also had plenty of wounds, with blood running down his cheeks from his head, making him appear like a deranged serial killer from a movie. At this moment, the "deranged serial killer" felt a chill in his heart, his muscles tense, as he faced a black hooded stranger standing before him. Blue-eyed Roy had just seen this stranger's brief exchange of fire with King Bar and the triplet brothers. It was no exaggeration to say that Black Headscarf Man's abilities were definitely on par with those of a top-tier assassin within the "Skull Flower" assassin organization. Considering Black Headscarf Man's skills were equal to a top-tier assassin, and that Roy would be a match for such an assassin on a normal day, now injured and having to take care of Red-Backed Spider Brenna... Blue-eyed Roy took a few deep breaths, his eyes gradually firming, and he gently put down Red-Backed Spider Brenna. Then, pulling out a dagger from behind his waist, he said in a tense voice: "You make it sound like I'm the big bad villain," responded Luo An, mouth twisted in a grin as he too pulled out a dagger from behind, the cold light of his blade flickering as he coldly replied: "This is your last chance, drop your weapon." Their gazes locked, both could see the intense intent to kill in each other's eyes. Knowing that the longer this dragged on the weaker he'd become, Roy suddenly let out a roar and lunged at Luo An with his dagger. Luo An stepped forward to intercept, the daggers colliding instantaneously. In a moment of stand-off, Roy aimed a kick straight for Luo An's groin. Roy was an assassin; he didn't care about the means, as long as he could successfully kill his target. Eye gouging, groin kicking, throat locking – whichever method was quick and effective, he'd use it. Luo An, already boasting impressive physical fitness, had drunk an array of potions on his drive over – a [Stamina Potion], [Antidote Potion], [Swiftness Potion], and [Strength Potion], making his reflexes far superior than usual. Quickly lifting his knee to block the kick, Luo An flipped his body, trapping Roy's still extended right arm under his armpit. With his right fist clenched and forearm muscles taut, he slammed a heavy punch into Roy's stomach. Roy brought up his left arm to block but sorely underestimated Luo An's strength. The muffled collision of muscles made Roy's pupils constrict as he let out a suppressed cry of pain, uncontrollably tumbling backward onto the ground. Roy quickly got up and reassumed a defensive stance, glancing at his violently trembling left arm in shock, not understanding how this man in a headscarf, though of average build and not overly muscular, could possess such strength. Having fended off the blue-eyed assassin, Luo An's expression was unfazed, and he shook his dagger, ready to continue the attack. The next second, Luo An's brows knitted together, and he suddenly ducked, dodging while swiftly slashing backward with his dagger. A tearing sound followed, and King Bar, who had attempted a sneak attack but failed, narrowly avoided Luo An's dagger and took a guarded stance to one side. Luo An retreated a few steps and looked back to see King Bar standing to his left, his clothes torn in several places, with numerous superficial wounds on his arms and shoulders that were slowly bleeding. On the right stood the remaining eldest and second brothers of the triplets – their situation was even worse. The eldest was pale, with two cuts each on his right arm and chest, skin split and bleeding. The second brother was breathing heavily, with wounds on his left shoulder, cheeks, and chest, his clothes dyed red. King Bar, the triplet brothers, Roy, Luo An – each stood at one corner of a quadrangle, weapon in hand, cautiously eyeing the other three. "How about we talk?" proposed Luo An suddenly, after observing for a few seconds, a smile in his voice: "A lot of things are just matters of insufficient price, inadequate conditions. We can negotiate a suitable plan, where each gets what they need. There's no need for violence, is there?" Luo An's aim was to buy time. He calculated the speed and distance of Winslow and Reesi driving and figured they should arrive here very soon. King Bar, the triplet brothers, and Blue-eyed Roy exchanged glances and suddenly nodded to each other before rushing towards Luo An with weapons raised! Their reasoning was simple: Luo An was the only one at the scene who hadn't been injured and had preserved his strength fully; he was the strongest. Taking him down first was the best strategy. Luo An frowned slightly, stepping back to block the attacks with his weapon. He had anticipated their thoughts. If he were in their shoes, he would have done the same. Holding a dagger, Luo An's movements consisted of sweeping, slashing, and piercing, countering all attempts to kill him and mercilessly retaliating with his dagger against any direct attack, leaving each move stained with blood. The first to withdraw from the battlefield was Roy, who had been injured. His movements became progressively slower, and he was soon kicked by Luo An against the car door, then lay motionless on the ground. Roy was sent flying, causing the triplet brothers and King Bar's brows to furrow and their hearts to race with fear. At the outset, the triplets and King Bar didn't give it their all when attacking Luo An. King Bar, especially, was cautious not to exhaust his strength, fearing that the triplets might hold back and have reserves left to tackle him later. The triplet brothers felt the same way, so they too didn't exert their full strength. They even suspected Roy: was he really overpowered and kicked away, or did he deliberately get kicked to conserve energy, hiding his true capabilities? Amidst the scheming, the triplet brothers suddenly realized that something was off. Luo An was largely defending against King Bar while constantly attacking them! "Nonsense, of course, the main target is you guys." A chill flashed past, and Luo An's dagger sliced deep wounds into the triplet brothers' stomachs. Facing their outraged expressions, Luo An laughed and loudly proclaimed: "At this point, I am done acting! I was the backup called by King Bar on Fool's Day!" Their mouths twitched, clearly seeing through Luo An's blatant lie. But as time passed, more and more wounds accumulated on the triplet brothers, whereas the number of wounds on King Bar remained like before. After another stab from Luo An's dagger into his shoulder and blood gushing from the wound, the second eldest triplet brother's eyes turned red from the intense pain. He roared in fury, kicked Luo An away, and raised his triangular spike, striking towards King Bar's back. Thıs text ıs hosted at noveⅼfire.net King Bar yelled in pain, unable to dodge, as the triangular spike tore a long wound across his back. Quickly retreating, King Bar's face was flushed red with anger: "Mother fu-ker! You..." "Fu-k You! Son of a bi-! **#%@..." Before King Bar could finish, the second brother was already cursing loudly, grabbing the triangular spike and charging madly towards King Bar. Meanwhile, Luo An slowly stood up from the ground, smiling, "To kill one to warn a hundred, better imbalance than mutual destruction. The ancients indeed never lied to me."