After saying this, Agent 578 casually threw the damaged Hunter One behind him, then slowly reached out and took off the hat on his head, revealing his terrifyingly scarred head. "God of Death, do you remember me?" Agent 578 stuck out his tongue, licked his lips, and smiled menacingly, the scars on his face stretching grotesquely with his grin. "I once received a mission to infiltrate a small country and fight against an enemy nation. That war could have brought me victory, but because of you!" As Agent 578 spoke, he exhaled a frosty breath and grinned viciously, his eyes suddenly fierce. "My mission failed, not only did I fail, but you also wounded me severely with the Wings of God of Death!" "Today, heaven has given me another chance, a chance for revenge!" Agent 578, his eyes filled with malice, reached into his boot and pulled out two long blades with blood grooves. "I find you quite annoying." This guy said so much in front of him, and all Hao Jian could hear was nonsense. Hao Jian rubbed his nose, glanced at Agent 578, feeling a bit speechless. He really couldn't recall who this guy was; he didn't remember defeating him! "Hao Jian... who... who is this person?" Lin Qingxue and the girls looked terrified. Was there really such a terrifying person in this world?! Teng Ziwei and others, just students locked in the Ivory Tower, had never seen such a person before; now they were witnessing such a fierce character with their own eyes. "Is this... is this a movie being filmed?" Teng Ziwei wore a bitter expression; the gunshot just now almost made him wet his pants. Growing up, he had only heard gunshots on TV, never a gunshot just a meter away from him. "President... no... it's not..." Qi Hai's face showed fear. The man with the grotesque face before him, he could clearly feel that chilling coldness emanating from deep within. "Why... why is he after this Hao Jian? Why does he call Hao Jian the God of Death?" Molan's face turned pale, standing beside Lin Qingxue, she tugged at Lin Qingxue, wanting to know the answer from her. But facing her question, Lin Qingxue didn't know; Hao Jian had never mentioned this to her. "Heh heh, God of Death, I'll just take it as your struggle before dying." Agent 578 licked his lips, showing no anger towards Hao Jian's calmness. Instead, he seemed even more pleased, looking at Hao Jian's gradually darkening wound with amusement in his eyes. "The bullets of the Hunter One aren't ordinary. They are coated with cobra venom. Now that you are injured, I bet the pain from the venom is making you feel quite desperate, right?" This Hunter One dared to be called the Hunter because of its extremely powerful firing speed and explosiveness, coupled with the toxins on its bullets. Whether it's man-made neurotoxins or animal neurotoxins, they are all coated on the bullets. There are about seven or eight different toxins. Even if it doesn't hit you, as long as it touches a wound, the toxins will stain the wound, and for those hit, even if they don't die, they're not far from death. Besides, he knew that this weapon was personally researched by his organization's boss. Even he had difficulty dodging the bullets, so how could Hao Jian possibly withstand them?! Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions changed dramatically, Lin Qingxue's pretty face turned even paler, and Teng Ziwei, even though his face showed fear, had a hint of excitement in his heart. This annoying guy was poisoned?! Haha! Kid, once you're dead, Lin Qingxue will be mine! Hao Jian tilted his head and snickered, then immediately extended his left hand, slapped his own wound, only to see a mass of pitch-black blood suddenly being expelled. As soon as the black blood hit the ground, it emitted a 'sizzling' sound, and upon closer inspection, that mass of black blood was actually smoking. After a few times, Hao Jian's wound gradually turned red, and until the last bit of black blood was expelled, the wound had returned to normal. Ripping a strip from his clothing, he tied off the wound to stop the bleeding. A smile playing at the corner of his mouth, Hao Jian slowly raised his head, looking at Agent 578 with a smile. Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined that the God of Death was able to expel the venom, Agent 578's face grew ugly. Casting everything else aside, he grabbed his two long blades and charged at Hao Jian. "Heh heh, can't wait anymore, can you?" Shaking his head with amusement, Hao Jian didn't take this guy seriously at all; those neurotoxins might be deadly to others, but for him, they were easy to neutralize. First, he possessed superb medical skills and knew the characteristics of these toxins. Second, he had formidable strength allowing him to force the toxins out, just like he did moments ago. Besides, this so-called Hunter One was no big deal. Although it had injured his right hand, it absolutely didn't affect his prowess, and coupled with this guy's nonsense, it gave him time to recover from his injuries. "No wonder I couldn't remember this guy before." Muttering something, Hao Jian's face was suddenly hit by a fierce gust of wind. As he lifted his eyes, he saw a massive shadow shooting toward him. Hao Jian stomped his foot on the ground, moving back a distance. After he moved, two long blades chopped down on the spot where he had been standing, leaving deep marks on the granite. Lin Qingxue called out anxiously. "All of you, back off!" Hao Jian effortlessly tapped Lin Qingxue, sending her out of the battle range with a gentle Vigorous Qi. As for the others, he couldn't be bothered. But there was no need for Hao Jian to say anything; those people had already run far away, terrified by this wave of attacks. "God of Death, will you only hide?!" Number 578, holding a long blade in his hand, had a grim face. The twitching of his face accentuated his scars, making him look extremely fierce. Upon hearing this, Hao Jian shook his head and glanced at Number 578, "Idiot!" Knowing his opponent had weapons, was he supposed to foolishly stand there waiting to be slashed? Not to mention he needed to guard against Number 578, and keep an eye on the ordinary people behind him, especially since Lin Qingxue and others were here. It was fine if he got hurt, but nothing must happen to these people! "However, now I can enjoy playing with you for a bit." Twitching his wrists, a crisp sound rang out, and Hao Jian grinned, "If you tell me everything you know, perhaps I'll leave your body intact." Ever since returning to the organization and becoming Number 578, no one dared speak to him , not even the God of Death! He had to show those who mocked him that he could indeed take down the God of Death's head! Number 578 flew into a rage, throwing both of his long blades. The blades drew an elegant arc in mid-air, falling towards Hao Jian. Hao Jian looked up at the long blades slicing from both sides and smiled lightly. For an average person, the first reaction would be not to care; after all, what damage could thrown blades do? Easily avoided, but in Hao Jian's eyes, these blades were anything but ordinary. They held their own trajectory, and anyone trying to dodge would inevitably get hit by these blades. "Where did this guy learn such a sword technique?" Touching his chin, Hao Jian had no time to ponder, tapping the ground with his toes to dodge, confronting the blades head-on, and reached out to grab them. Seeing Hao Jian attempting to catch the blades with his bare hands, Number 578's face twisted into a savage smile. He could already picture Hao Jian failing to catch the blades, ending up with his hands sliced off. Approaching the blades, Hao Jian finally saw their structure. They had their own blood grooves, arranged at peculiar angles. These very angles made their flight unpredictable. Smiling, Hao Jian reached out to grab and seize the blades, but unexpectedly, the blades pulled a strange inward move, slipping through his hands. The tip left a slender cut on his arm, and blood trickled out. The sound of laughter erupted from Number 578, as Lin Qingxue nervously watched, fearing something might happen to Hao Jian. Looking at the cut on his hands, Hao Jian chuckled wryly and turned his head, just in time to see the blades make an arc and return to Number 578's grasp. "God of Death, oh God of Death, today you will die by my hands, and I will become the new God of Death!" Seeing Hao Jian sustained consecutive injuries without inflicting any in return, Number 578 became immensely proud, starting to think the God of Death was not so fearsome after all. He vaguely remembered when he was dispatched on his mission, his leader repeatedly warned him to be careful of Hao Jian. However, driven by the urge for revenge, he ignored the organization's orders and directly confronted Hao Jian. The initially tense heart relaxed after a few trials; the fear of the God of Death diminished considerably. "Death of God, I advise you to surrender. Letting me settle it should be easy; perhaps I'll leave your body intact. As for those women behind you, I'll have some fun before dealing with them. Surely one of them is your woman, right?" Sweeping his malicious gaze over Lin Qingxue and the others, Number 578 wore a cruel expression. He intended to kill the men and toy with the women before killing them. "Time's getting on, and Huaxia's police have likely received the message by now..."