With several forceful steps, Number 578 charged out without hesitation, gripping the twin blades that had earned their first success, and slashed fiercely at Hao Jian. Narrowly dodging the twin blades, Hao Jian's face remained calm, without the slightest ripple of emotion. "Swish, swish, swish!" Though the first attempt failed, Number 578 did not get angry. With a fierce gaze, he moved the blades with his mind and, dragging his strength, slashed once more towards the direction Hao Jian was dodging. Yet each slash, Hao Jian narrowly evaded, which made Number 578 even more furious. Everyone had been talking about the feats of the God of Death, but upon engaging today, he found this guy to be a slippery eel, impossible to hit. "God of Death, is dodging all you're good at?!" The roar burst from his mouth. As the shout echoed, Hao Jian's eyes remained placid, reaching out to grab the incoming blades, not dodging this time, and caught them with both hands. Seeing his twin blades caught, Number 578's pupils suddenly contracted, and he had a bad premonition looking into Hao Jian's eyes. "I was just thinking of playing with you for a while, but since you're not in the mood, I guess I'll end this early." Still calm and with a soft voice without a trace of agitation, Hao Jian glanced at a corner where his woman stood, face full of worry. "Besides, I can't let her worry too much." As those words fell, Hao Jian suddenly exerted force with his hands... As Number 578 expected, the two extraordinarily sturdy longswords shattered in Hao Jian's grip! Casually discarding the pieces onto the ground, Hao Jian glanced at Number 578 and said indifferently, "You're too weak..." As Hao Jian's words left his mouth, Number 578 had no time to react. His vision blurred, then he saw the azure sky, followed by a dizzying spin, and finally a violent pain in his back. Number 578 was sent flying by Hao Jian's punch. "I told you, you're too weak." Looking at Number 578 struggling on the ground, Hao Jian remained unconcerned. From the moment this guy appeared, he had predicted the outcome. The only reason for such hassle was to find out who sent him. He had plenty of enemies now who wanted him dead, but only a handful could evade his perception, and this guy, he didn't know which faction sent him. But it was unfortunate, this so-called enemy started with revenge and left no room for dialogue. Later, his twin blades sparked a bit of Hao Jian's interest, as there weren't many weapons that could harm him. Initially wanting to study them further by letting the guy live a little longer, unfortunately, this guy was too verbose, annoying like a fly, so he had to swat him first. "This... this is impossible!" Blown away by the punch and unable to catch a breath, Number 578 looked panicked and incredulous. He had trained so long for this day. But the harsh reality revealed that the God of Death was still the God of Death, still that powerful no matter what. "Tell me who sent you, and maybe I'll spare you again, although I'm not sure when I spared you before..." Calmly looking at Number 578, Hao Jian's voice was flat, as if discussing a mundane matter. "Could this person be so strong?" Not far off, Teng Ziwei was in shock and fear. The person he provoked was so skilled in combat?! Moreover, he just dodged bullets! What kind of person is he?! How can there be someone in this world who can dodge bullets with their body?! Is he even human?! "Little Xiaoxue, Hao... Hao Jian's skill... did you... did you know?" Molan looked at Hao Jian in the field, her face full of astonishment. Lin Qingxue smiled bitterly. She only knew that Hao Jian could fight, but to what extent, she didn't know. She had thought he was strong when he dealt with gangsters before, but seeing him today, that was not his true strength. Her man was someone who could even dodge bullets! After a while, Number 578 finally caught his breath, looking at the indifferent Hao Jian, his heart filled with anger like a raging sea. This guy again with this expression, again with this stance! His angry gaze roamed, searching for a breakthrough. Number 578 finally realized the gap between him and Hao Jian remained insurmountable. No wonder the leader said he wasn't his match, and if Hunter Number One didn't hit him, to just run away quickly without hesitation. Unfortunately, he did not heed the leader's advice. Instead, he arrogantly jumped out, wanting to test his growing strength. But this test plunged him into a desperate situation. The God of Death, too strong! Suddenly, Number 578 saw a place where there was a group of people, the ones who were just beside Hao Jian. Fight it out, give it a try! Taking a deep breath, Number 578, at a speed Hao Jian couldn't stop, suddenly rushed in front of Teng Ziwei, grabbed him with his big hand, and then reached for the nearest person to him, which happened to be Lin Qingxue! A cold, commanding shout suddenly came, but Number 578 ignored it, directly grabbing both people and then turning to use them as a shield in front of him. A fist stopped at this moment in front of Teng Ziwei, the force of the punch making his hair stand upright. A scream that was sharper than a woman's came from Teng Ziwei's mouth, his eyes full of fear. Just at that moment, he had smelled the scent of death. Hao Jian pulled back his fist, his gaze cold, staring intently at Number 578, his tone icy like the Nine Nether. Seeing Hao Jian's attack pause, Number 578 thought he had found a way to restrain Hao Jian. Although Hao Jian's cold voice made his heart tremble, thinking of the two people in his hands gave him confidence. These are the God of Death's weaknesses! In his impression, the God of Death was indifferent to life, a person without any emotion. He only grabbed these two people with the idea of making a desperate attempt. Never did he expect that this gamble would fetch him sunshine. Seeing his words had not made this guy feel any dread, Hao Jian's gaze grew colder, and his palm slowly began to emit faint blue starlight. The flickering starlight swirled in Number 578's eyes, making him swallow hard, realizing this guy hadn't used his full strength just now! Damn, only a fool would let go now. These two people are my lifeline, how could I possibly listen to you and let them go?! Cold sweat poured from Number 578's forehead, only feeling the terror of the God of Death now that he had failed. His once ferocious face was now covered with pallor and fear, even if those scars were still there, they had lost their ferocity. "It seems you're not planning to let go?" Having asked several times and the guy still not complying and letting go, he could only deal with it in his own way. Hao Jian looked at Number 578 indifferently. "God of Death, I advise you not to act rashly! Otherwise, I can't guarantee whether these two people will be unharmed!" Noticing the increasingly deepening murderous intent on Hao Jian, Number 578's heart quivered. His gaze suddenly turned fierce, then he slapped Teng Ziwei harshly, causing him to spew a mouthful of fresh blood. "Haha, God of Death, if you act rashly again, this guy's life will be in danger!" "Let's see if you dare to kill him." Expected Hao Jian to be very angry, even to explode with rage, but instead, Hao Jian was unusually calm, looking at Teng Ziwei with an indifferent gaze, as if this person's life and death had nothing to do with him. Could it be? These two people have nothing to do with him? His mind in disarray, a bad premonition arose in Number 578's heart, but then he shook his head stealthily, thinking that guy had clearly stopped before! But now why is he acting like he doesn't care?! Is this guy pretending?! Thinking of this, Number 578 casually tossed Teng Ziwei away, making him spit out blood again, but Number 578 didn't kill him. "Hmph! One hostage is good enough!" Sometimes, it's not the more hostages you have, the better, and Number 578 also considered this point. Dragging two people makes it easy for Hao Jian to find a loophole. It's better to be straightforward and just use one hostage. And this woman, in every way, is the most suitable as a hostage, light and also a woman. He had just seen with his own eyes that the God of Death was the first to take her away, to keep her away from the battle area. If he hadn't just accidentally fallen near these people, he wouldn't have been able to use them as hostages so smoothly. "President, are you alright?!" Seeing Teng Ziwei spit blood twice, Qi Hai was extremely nervous, hurriedly running to support him, even though he was very annoyed with Teng Ziwei, he still needed his help during future internships! "Hmph! God of Death, I dare you to take a step forward. You need to know, if you move again, I won't care if this woman gets hurt!" Freeing up a hand, Number 578 also took out a small knife, placing it against Lin Qingxue's throat. With a gentle exertion, he could end the life in his hand. "Hao Jian, just deal with him, don't worry about me!" Lin Qingxue looked at Hao Jian, her gaze full of determination. She would never allow herself to become a bargaining chip for someone to threaten Hao Jian! "Little Xiaoxue, what nonsense are you saying?!" Hearing Lin Qingxue's words, Molan and the other women turned pale, anxiously speaking out.