The continuous Instant Flash made the Hunter team members completely misjudge, unable to lock onto his true position. Only ricocheting bullets scraped a series of glaring sparks on the floor and walls, emitting a crisp clanging sound. Cui Xiuying held her head and dragged the unconscious Shijima Gorou tightly into the corner, not daring to show her face at all. Cheng Jiashu still gripped the dagger, mercilessly stabbing at the enemies’ throats or hearts. This was nothing short of a one-sided massacre. A mere dozen or so seconds later, the gunfire abruptly ceased. Fifteen bodies lay sprawled in pools of blood. The crimson blood merged into streams, making the pervasive mist seem to take on a layer of blood color. Cheng Jiashu stood in the center of the bodies, his white mask splattered with specks of scarlet, making him look as if he had returned from Hell as an Evil Ghost, extraordinarily sinister and terrifying. In the corner, Cui Xiuying watched this scene, feeling a chill all over her body, her breathing becoming cautious. At this moment, Cheng Jiashu suddenly raised his hand to cover his forehead, his body swaying slightly. A suppressed groan of pain came from beneath the mask. That damn auditory hallucination surged over him once again like a tide. Countless chaotic, vicious, and crazy whispers roared and echoed in his mind. Every syllable distorted the boundaries of his perception, trying to tear his soul from its shell and drag it into the abyss of madness. The deeper he sank, the more he struggled, and the more he succumbed, until he completely fell... After an unknown period, a voice tremblingly asked. Cheng Jiashu swung his head abruptly, looking at Cui Xiuying standing nervously before him. His eyes, through the mask’s holes, were filled with horrifying bloodshot veins, a look of ferocity and murder intent as if ready to devour someone alive. Cui Xiuying was so terrified by this gaze that her heart stopped, involuntarily stepping back two strides. Cheng Jiashu shook his head vigorously, as if trying to shake the noises out of his brain. He forcibly suppressed the violent emotions surging in his heart, speaking hoarsely: "Take me to the safe passage, get out of here as quickly as possible." "I think you’ll never leave here at all." Before Cui Xiuying could nod in response, a cold voice came from the depths of the corridor. Cheng Jiashu’s heart tightened, an unprecedented sense of danger instantly enveloped him. He swiftly glanced in the direction the voice came from. Footsteps came from far to near, carrying a peculiar rhythm. A figure emerged slowly from that deep darkness, gradually becoming clear. A man not of tall stature, but with a presence as upright as a javelin. He wore a sharply tailored dark gray suit, with a black tactical mask on his face. This combination appeared somewhat mismatched, but no one dared ignore the imposing aura it brought, as if this was his most proper dress. The man had his hands behind his back, his steps steady. Each step he took seemed to carry the weight of a thousand catties, making the air in the entire hall seem heavier by several degrees. He stopped before the pool of blood, his gaze sweeping over the corpses, finally landing on Cheng Jiashu. "White Owl, finally we meet!" Hearing this name, Cheng Jiashu was slightly taken aback. Then he realized his current identity and coldly said: "I heard someone important from the Noah Organization’s East Capital Branch arrived, it must be you." The man reported his name briefly and powerfully, his voice seemingly suppressing anger: "You may not recognize me, but I recognize you; even if you turned into ashes, I would still..." As he spoke, he clenched his fists with creaking sounds. That undisguised hatred and murderous intent almost materialized, erupting out. Cheng Jiashu was baffled. He had indeed always opposed the Noah Organization and even killed a few of their officers. But there wasn’t supposed to be such a deep-seated enmity, right? Judging by this, it’s like he’s Luo Lie’s enemy who killed his father. God knows what despicable things the real White Owl did. A thought flashed in Cheng Jiashu’s mind, and he spoke in an extremely sincere tone: "I apologize if I offended you in any way before." Upon hearing this, the towering murderous intent in Luo Lie’s eyes stalled momentarily. He seemed completely unprepared for this legendary cruel and violent Murderer to offer an apology so politely. Unexpectedly, Luo Lie found himself momentarily puzzled. In that instant of distraction, an almost inaudible sound of something slicing through the air arose. Luo Lie’s pupils contracted abruptly. Cheng Jiashu’s figure vanished from view, launching another sneak attack! That bloodstained dagger, in the same manner as it killed Black Hawk, sliced like lightning towards the exposed neck below Luo Lie’s mask. This strike was unbelievably fast, seemingly erasing the concept of time and space. However, the anticipated scene of blood splattering did not occur. The tip of the dagger seemed to have pierced into a tremendously resilient gel. At less than half an inch from Luo Lie’s skin, it could not advance any further! Cheng Jiashu’s heart sank sharply, realizing the precarious situation. With contempt in his eyes, Luo Lie gave him no time to react. His five fingers turned into claws, slashing towards Cheng Jiashu’s face with a shrill tearing of the air! Under the fierce wind of Luo Lie’s grasp, the mask cracked with a ’kacha’ sound! Cheng Jiashu resorted to Instant Flash again, escaping the attack range. Follow current novels on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝓷𝓮𝓽 He had not completely escaped the other’s control. A force stuck like a maggot to the bone, closely followed the instant he reappeared.