Whiz!

However, Ling Zhenfei's warning had come too late. The sniper rifle in the distance had long been locked onto Tan Shaojie's heart. Just as Ling Zhenfei sensed the danger, a howling bullet shot forth, piercing through Tan Shaojie's back heart!

Ugh!

Tan Shaojie had been shot, and though his facial expression was one of great pain, it also held a hint of relief.

Perhaps he had always known he would die! Death, for someone like him, might indeed be a release!

"Ling Zhenfei..." Just as Ling Zhenfei was about to chase after the sniper who had fled after taking the shot, Tan Shaojie pulled Ling Zhenfei down as he fell to the ground.

The powerful bullet had pierced his heart, and if he were an ordinary person, he would probably have died on the spot. But Tan Shaojie was a martial artist, with a sliver of Vital Energy maintaining his faint breath.

With this last wisp of fading breath, he tightly grasped Ling Zhenfei's hand, struggling to say, "Ling, Zhenfei, as an enemy... I hate you! But as a former opponent, I... respect you more... If there is an afterlife... I... would rather be your friend!"

If there is an afterlife, I would rather be your friend!

Ling Zhenfei said nothing, but held Tan Shaojie's hand tightly.

Although he did not agree with Tan Shaojie's character and actions, the man was about to die, and his last words were kind. This drug dealer, who had taken countless lives, was able to let go of his malevolence at the end of his life and wished to be friends in the next life. Could his past sins truly be erased just like that?

Ling Zhenfei could not give himself, nor Tan Shaojie, a satisfactory answer to this. All he could do was silently bow his head in a sort of acknowledgement.

Gradually, Tan Shaojie's breath drained away, he stopped breathing, and his life of sin came to an end.

Although Tan Shaojie had found his release, Ling Zhenfei could not simply put a period on this matter. He had to capture the sneaking sniper and bring him to justice!

"Han Lian, take care of the scene here, I'll be right back!"

Ling Zhenfei hurriedly instructed Han Lian, then sprinted towards the direction the sniper had fled...

"Hey, Zhenfei, it's too dangerous for you to go alone!"

Han Lian exclaimed in alarm, just trying to dissuade him. However, Ling Zhenfei's figure had already disappeared into the vast night sky!

...

Under the night sky, a figure was running at an extraordinarily fast speed.

A few hundred meters behind him, Ling Zhenfei moved as fast as Lightning, closing in at an even greater speed.

How could Ling Zhenfei let him escape easily when this guy had dared to kill Tan Shaojie right in front of him?

Although he knew that Tan Shaojie was guilty of heinous crimes and deserved death, he had at least begun to show signs of remorse. Being gunned down like this by the sniper seemed far too undeserving.

As for the origin of the sniper, Ling Zhenfei could guess without thinking – his master must be the mysterious mastermind, the Young Master, whom he had been wanting to track down!

Whiz! Whiz!

In the dark night, the two speeding figures were both as fast as Lightning. However, the sniper in front seemed to sense the impending danger. While fleeing, he kept looking back and fired several shots at Ling Zhenfei.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The fierce gunshots were even swifter than the wind, each sounding like a blade piercing the night sky, as bullets whooshed by Ling Zhenfei.

It had to be said, this sniper's shooting skills were truly extraordinary. Even amidst such a chaotic escape, his technique remained orderly, his aim true. If not for Ling Zhenfei's fast movement technique, each bullet fired could have claimed his life.

Though the galloping bullets somewhat slowed Ling Zhenfei down, seeing that several shots in succession had failed to stop him only made the sniper's heart more panicked.

Now, with only a single bullet left in his gun, he dared not fire it without full certainty.

Of course, as an assassin, he was all too aware of the ruthlessness of his employer, the Young Master. If he failed to escape and fell into Ling Zhenfei's hands, he would be better off saving the last bullet for himself!

At this moment, he had resolved himself to die...

After successfully dodging several shots from the sniper, Ling Zhenfei, seeing the others' footsteps grow erratic from a distance, couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

It seemed he had been right all along about the mysterious mastermind behind the scenes, the Young Master, who was smart yet overestimated himself. He must have thought others were his prey to be hunted, unaware that he was not the Hunter!

The Young Master had gone to great lengths to save Tan Shaojie, hoping Tan Shaojie would fight against Ling Zhenfei, but little did he know Tan Shaojie was already exhausted and unwilling to battle. So, the Young Master contradicted himself and ordered the sniper to kill Tan Shaojie right before his eyes to silence him.

However, what the all-powerful Young Master did not know was, who would silence the sniper?

Whoosh!

After determining that the sniper had run out of bullets, Ling Zhenfei suddenly sped up, intercepting the sniper from the side.

His speed was incredibly fast, his form creating a frightening whirlwind in the dark night. The sniper, on the other hand, seemed like a lone leaf caught in the whirlwind, powerless to escape.

"Friend, you might as well surrender; you have no way out!"

Ling Zhenfei dashed through the night like lightning, his voice magnified many times over, seemingly surrounding the sniper.

"You wish for my surrender? Dream on!"

The sniper attempted to run in several directions, but appeared unable to escape the lock of Ling Zhenfei's aura. This desperate situation only cemented his resolve to die, and suddenly, he lifted his gun to his temple, ready to pull the trigger...

"Want to die? It won't be that easy!"

After understanding the Young Master's cruelty, Ling Zhenfei anticipated that the sniper would end his life in such a decisive manner. Before the sniper could pull the trigger, Ling Zhenfei, quick as Lightning, snatched the gun from his hand.

"Heh, Ling Zhenfei, you'll never get what you want from a dead man..."

Yet, having the gun taken by Ling Zhenfei, the sniper showed no panic but rather a desolate smile as expected, and bit down hard on his teeth.

Not good!

Catching sight of the sniper's resolute desire to die in the dim light, Ling Zhenfei was taken aback and hurriedly reached out to pry open his mouth.

Ling Zhenfei was incredibly quick to react, but still half a step too late; the sniper had already crushed the poison in his mouth and swallowed it. A stream of black blood quickly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

This was a poison of remarkable speed, a tool of suicide necessary for spies during World War II. Usually concealed in a false tooth, it was used for a grim self-demise when capture was certain!

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