No wonder that guy ran away so decisively. Could it be that this car had already been enchanted with a Secret Art before I even got in?
Touching the spinning purple hexagram on the car window, Lu Yunze took a deep breath, set the Anchor Point on the car door, gathered his strength, and then unleashed it!
With a loud bang, the entire police car jolted, and the dust that shot up was quickly blown away by the evening breeze.
The car door didn’t budge under the force of the blast and remained firmly in place. Instead, Lu Yunze himself was thrown to the other side of the seat by the shockwave, banging the back of his head painfully.
“What the heck is this? I can’t open it even with brute force?”
Lu Yunze climbed back up and was about to try again when several sharp laughs sounded around him.
“Look at that, the kid still wants to get out.”
“That just now really gave me a scare, I thought he actually had some skills.”
“Don’t say that, I kind of want to keep watching for a bit longer. The cops won’t get here that fast anyway.”
A bunch of thugs wielding weapons had appeared from who-knows-where. Each one wore a malicious expression, surrounding the police car and looking at Lu Yunze like he was a dog in a cage.
“So many people?”
That Secret Arts Practitioner disguised as Police Chief Wang Xu was among them too. He raised a hand to his cheek, tore off the disguise mask, and revealed his true face.
The discarded mask shriveled up on the ground, quickly melting into a small, black lump.
Lu Yunze knew this was a group job, but he hadn’t expected nearly ten people to show up at once.
This isn’t a small gang at all, this is basically an organization!
Bang!
While Lu Yunze was still thinking, someone tapped the window with an iron rod. The dull thud came through the glass to his ears.
“Kid, kneel down and call me daddy, and maybe I’ll consider letting you out.”
“Trying to play tricks again? When he comes out, remember to break his legs first.”
“And his arms. Since the boss wants him alive, just don’t go too hard.”
They laughed and joked about how to deal with Lu Yunze, not treating him like a hostage at all, more like a tiger in a zoo.
Now this is really a bit troublesome. How am I supposed to get out?
Lu Yunze slowly retreated, planning to change his charging Anchor Point and try again. If once didn’t work, then twice, three times, four times… He just couldn’t believe this car was truly indestructible.
Just then, Lu Yunze stepped on something. Looking down, he saw the black lucky seed.
Remembering what Jiang Sui had told him, Lu Yunze picked it up and muttered to himself:
“Is this the crucial moment you were talking about?”
But how was he supposed to use it?
Maybe because he was agitated, Lu Yunze gripped the lucky seed tighter and tighter, ignoring the mocking enemies outside and focusing all his attention on the seed.
Then—
Snap.
“Hm?”
Bang!!
The moment he saw the crack in the seed, Lu Yunze didn’t even have time to react before it burst open on its own. A thick Black Mist poured out, instantly filling the car with darkness.
“Uwah, what’s that? Why’s there so much black smoke leaking out?”
The enemies outside didn’t dare make a move. They just raised their weapons, warily watching the police car.
The Black Mist grew thicker, even casting a faint black filter over the surroundings outside.
“Where is he?!”
“No way, the car’s clearly fine so why’s he gone?”
“Shit, find him quick, or the boss won’t let us off when we get back.”
A panicked thug had just turned around when a solid fist slammed into his face. The force built up at the Anchor Point twisted half his face, launching him straight into a tree before he finally stopped.
The attacker was none other than Lu Yunze. After crushing the seed, his vision was shrouded in Black Mist, and his body felt strangely light. Slipping out through the gap in the car door, his body solidified again he was fine, just a bit dazed.
This Black Mist was exactly like the one he’d seen at the Police Station Incident, but the Butler was already dead.
Why would Jiang Sui’s lucky seed have this kind of effect?
Did she know I’d be in danger and prepare in advance?
The girl’s smile in his mind grew more and more mysterious. Lu Yunze pressed his lips together, telling himself this wasn’t the time to think about that.
There were still so many enemies ahead he had to get out of danger first, then figure out what was going on.
Lu Yunze’s gaze quickly locked onto the Secret Arts Practitioner who had disguised himself as a cop, like a beast locking onto its prey.
The man instantly felt a chill down his spine, backing away while yelling for his companions to hurry up and take care of Lu Yunze.
“How did he get out?”
“Who cares? There’s more of us, and we’ve got weapons. Can’t we take down just one guy?”
“Yeah, everyone, get him! Scare us, will you? I’ll beat you till you’re begging for mercy on your knees.”
There were a lot of them, but it didn’t seem like any of them were Secret Arts Practitioners.
The moment they charged like barbarians, Lu Yunze’s heart settled.
Looks like only that guy who can disguise himself is a Secret Arts Practitioner. If he could use offensive Secret Arts, Lu Yunze really wouldn’t know how to win.
Facing the thugs’ attack, Lu Yunze wasn’t flustered at all. Instead, he adjusted his stance and took up a fighting posture.
Because they knew Lu Yunze was a rich Young Master, the thugs had assumed he was just a pretty boy who couldn’t even truss a chicken, at best scaring people with Secret Arts a paper tiger.
But there was one thing they never expected: Lu Yunze was trained.
The first iron rod swung at his head was dodged with a sidestep. He grabbed the thug’s arm and shoulder, and with the power from the charged Anchor Point, easily threw the enemy over his shoulder in a textbook throw.
The thug clutched his twisted arm, screaming and rolling on the ground, while the iron rod that left his hand fell into Lu Yunze’s grasp.
Now, he had a weapon turning the disadvantage around.
The other thugs were dumbfounded at this scene. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
After deciding as a child to stop using Secret Arts, Lu Yunze had looked for other ways to get stronger. Learning all kinds of self-defense martial arts was the simplest path.
Boxing, wrestling, Sanda… In just a few years, he’d learned a lot of them. At that hot-blooded age, those other Young Masters who looked down on him only dared to talk trash they’d never dare to fight him.
If anyone got close, they’d end up getting beaten so badly they’d run home crying for their mothers.
But as he grew older, Lu Yunze’s interest in self-defense faded, especially after seeing the power of true Secret Arts Practitioners. He realized that no matter how hard he trained, he’d never get close to their level, so he simply stopped.
That over-the-shoulder throw just now had come out instinctively after reading the enemy’s movement—his technique was still sharp. All those years of hellish training really did pay off.
Rolling his shoulders, Lu Yunze spun the iron rod in his hand and strode toward the thugs.
“Don’t back off—I still have questions for you.”
Unable to stand being taunted by a “pretty boy” like that, one of the thugs let out a furious roar, dragging the rest with him as they all charged at Lu Yunze.
Tonight, the scent of blood wafting through this abandoned factory was destined to be no less thick than it had been in the Police Station’s main hall a week ago.
There were many thugs, but their attacks were a disorganized mess, constantly tripping each other up.
Lu Yunze was alone, but with the help of his charged Anchor Point, every blow from his rod could break bones and take an enemy out of the fight.
Occasionally, he took a hit himself, but Lu Yunze just gritted his teeth and endured the pain, grabbing the attacker’s weapon and counterattacking.
From the very start, there was no suspense in this battle.
By the time the Secret Arts Practitioner among the thugs realized what was happening, the fight was nearly over.
His last companion had already fallen to Lu Yunze’s iron rod. The only ones still standing were the two of them.
“You…”
Lu Yunze was drenched in sweat, panting hard, bloodstained—but none of it his own.
All around him, thugs lay groaning on the ground. The bright moonlight shone on the young man’s face, making his expression even colder and more terrifying.
“Finally, it’s just you and me.”
Lu Yunze looked at the bent iron rod, casually tossed it aside, and picked up two more from the ground.
“Come over here. I promise I won’t beat you to death.”
“Damn it!”
The Secret Arts Practitioner turned to run. Lu Yunze froze for a second—he hadn’t lied, so why run?
But before he could give chase, a flash of cold light sliced through the air.
The Secret Arts Practitioner suddenly froze in place—then his head and body parted company, his head rolling to the ground.
As the figure stepped out of the shadows, holding a gleaming long-handled scythe, Lu Yunze licked his dry lips.
There was an even bigger problem now.