The last rays of the setting sun filtered through the stained-glass windows, falling upon Luo Xiu's weary face.

This was a church.

Luo Xiu stood on the steps at the entrance, quietly watching Zhu Hongmo. He hadn't expected Zhu Hongmo to bring him to such a place.

At that moment, Zhu Hongmo was kneeling on a red carpet, his hands crossed over his collarbone and his head bowed in devout prayer. He was muttering under his breath, but no one other than himself knew what he was saying.

On the high platform before him, there was no crucifix. Instead, there was an exquisitely decorated, two-meter-tall metal equilateral triangle. The center of the triangle was divided by a vertical line; one half was painted black, the other white.

Luo Xiu didn't know what religion this was. However, he was certain that this triangular frame was its equivalent of the Christian cross.

After a good while, Zhu Hongmo finished his prayers. He stood up and looked at Luo Xiu.

Luo Xiu asked directly, "What religion is this?"

Zhu Hongmo pointed a finger toward the triangle on the high platform and said slowly, "This triangular frame represents our world. It signifies 'balance and stability'."

Luo Xiu asked again, "Then the black and white in the middle is yin and yang?"

Zhu Hongmo shook his head gently, smiling as he spoke. "The black and white in the middle represent Chaos and Order. And this vertical line that separates them, keeping them in balance, is the Holy Boi."

"Holy Boi?" Luo Xiu frowned slightly, his face full of confusion. It was the first time he had ever heard the term.

Zhu Hongmo patiently explained, "'Holy' means sacred. 'Boi' means a shining star."

"That is the origin of the name of our Holy Boi Religion."

Luo Xiu asked, "What does your Holy Boi Religion worship?"

Zhu Hongmo replied, "The Holy Boi Religion God, of course."

"The world we live in plunges into Chaos every so often, becoming filthy and ugly. What you witnessed in that small town was just the tip of the iceberg."

"Whenever the world falls into Chaos, the Holy Boi Religion God descends from beyond the heavens. He restores Order through slaughter, saves the souls imprisoned by Hell, and brings balance and stability back to the world."

"And our Archbishop will lead us to welcome the descent of the Holy Boi Religion God!"

Luo Xiu nodded but said nothing. He could choose not to accept another person's faith, but he had to at least show respect and offer no judgment. After all, everyone lived in their own world. Besides, Luo Xiu didn't think a few words or some mockery could change a believer's mind. So, at this moment, silence was the most polite response.

"They're almost done unloading the cargo," Luo Xiu said. "We should go."

Staring at Luo Xiu, Zhu Hongmo said with a smile, "No rush, they'll handle it. The reason I brought you here was to ask you something. Are you interested in joining the Holy Boi Religion?"

Luo Xiu was silent for a moment before asking with a smile, "To a sect follower like you, is joining the religion just a matter of 'interest?'"

Hearing this, Zhu Hongmo's expression grew taut. He quickly turned, knelt before the triangle, and began muttering words of apology.

A moment later, he stood up, looked at Luo Xiu, and said, "I apologize for my poor choice of words just now."

"Every one of our sect followers carries a sacred and great mission. For the Holy Boi Religion God, we are willing to sacrifice our all. Such spiritual faith should indeed not be described with a word like 'interest'."

Luo Xiu asked, "Is Ah Huang also in the Holy Boi Religion?"

Zhu Hongmo replied, "Boss Huang, Qian Laoyao, and I all are. Our goal is to become great Red Robe Followers."

Luo Xiu's eyelids lowered. So the Holy Boi Religion has ranks for its followers.

"Then what rank is your white robe?"

Zhu Hongmo answered truthfully, "The lowest level of sect follower."

Luo Xiu asked, "If I joined, would I have to wear a white robe, too?"

Zhu Hongmo scoffed. "Frankly, with your current standing, you aren't even qualified to join the Holy Boi Religion. It would be an honor for you to be given an exception to become a White Robe Follower, the lowest rank."

Luo Xiu gently shook his head. "Thank you for the kind offer."

Zhu Hongmo smiled helplessly. "Very well. You can think it over. However, this is your only chance. If you wish to join later, it will be very troublesome, and you will have to start from the very bottom as an outer sect follower."

BANG—!

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out from outside.

Zhu Hongmo's brow furrowed, and he hurried out of the church. Luo Xiu followed close behind.

When the two of them left the church and rushed back to the dam in front of the mine, they found the scene in chaos.

A long-haired woman in a black bodysuit and a mask was weaving through the hail of bullets with a sword in hand, moving as if no one else existed. Wherever the black-clad woman went, only the flash of her sword was left behind. The men from the East District fell one after another.

"Who are you?!" Zhu Hongmo's face filled with rage. With a sudden shout, his figure flashed forward.

However, the woman in black sent Zhu Hongmo, the Martial Arts Grandmaster of Sea City, flying with a single palm strike.

Zhu Hongmo did a backflip, staggering a few steps upon landing before he managed to steady himself. He clutched his chest, his face darkened as he stared intently at the woman in black.

"Snow Drift Palm... Are you from the Ye Family?"

The woman in black calmly looked at Zhu Hongmo with the eyes visible above her mask but gave no answer. At this moment, Purple Mink and the others also closed in.

Zhu Hongmo gritted his teeth. "Together! Kill her!"

Luo Xiu took the opportunity to slip away, intending to find out what the cargo was. At the same time, he put on the communication earpiece Wu Xin had given him.

...

Sitting in the SUV, Wu Xin looked at the tablet in her hands, her expression gradually growing somber. The screen displayed a live feed from a drone. She had a clear view of everything happening in front of the mine.

"How could someone from the Ye Family be here?" Tang Hong'e, who was beside her, also stared at the tablet, a thoughtful look in her eyes. Although she couldn't see the woman's face, she had seen that sword before.

Suddenly, Wu Xin activated the comms. "Luo Xiu, can you hear me?"

"Loud and clear. What's up?" Luo Xiu's voice came from the tablet's speakers.

Hearing his voice, Tang Hong'e's expression turned a bit strange. It was only after meeting up with Wu Xin that she learned Luo Xiu was part of a special agent team from the Capital Inspection Institute. No wonder the Audit Bureau had made direct calls to the Prefectural Governor and the city's dignitaries to demand his release last time. That guy is annoying and hits hard, but I guess he's one of us.

Wu Xin asked, "What are you doing right now?"

Luo Xiu replied nonchalantly, "Uh... some people showed up to cause trouble. Things are chaotic, so I'm taking the chance to check out the cargo."

"Find anything?"

"You might not believe me, but... it's all weapons. So Boss Huang is a weapons smuggler, huh? If he gets caught, will he lose his head?"

Wu Xin wasn't surprised by this. The Audit Bureau had been investigating for a long time, so they already knew Boss Huang was smuggling weapons. They just lacked conclusive evidence.

Wu Xin instructed, "Then get some pictures for evidence."

"Got it."

"By the way, Luo Xiu, that woman in black isn't one of ours."

"Huh?"

At that moment, Tang Hong'e suddenly remembered something and said quickly, "I remember now! That's the Third Miss Ye from the Ye Family!"

"Luo Xiu, can you hear me? You need to run, now! You're no match for her!"

As Tang Hong'e finished speaking, the atmosphere in the car suddenly grew tense.

Wu Xin swallowed, fear showing in her eyes. Of course, she had heard of the Third Miss Ye and knew some of the rumors about the Ye Family. If it really was her, this was going to be a disaster.

"Yo, isn't that our Captain Tang?" Luo Xiu's playful voice came through the speakers.

But Tang Hong'e was in no mood to joke with him. "Luo Xiu, find a place to hide! Do not engage with the Third Miss Ye. I know you're strong, but you are no match for her!"

Wu Xin added, "We're sending someone right away. We're not far from your location."

Then Wu Xin hurriedly got out of the car, walked over to another SUV, and knocked on the window. The window rolled down, revealing an elderly face.

It was Guan Changyun.

Wu Xin said, "Senior Guan, we need you. The Third Miss Ye of the Ye Family is here."

Guan Changyun frowned. "The Ye Family? The one from Henghai Provincial City?"

Wu Xin nodded.

The air fell silent.

Guan Changyun's expression grew grave as he quickly pushed the car door open. "I'm on my way!"

He was now deeply concerned for Luo Xiu's safety. After all, even having witnessed Luo Xiu's strength firsthand, he didn't believe Luo Xiu stood a chance against the Third Miss Ye.

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