Yin Yang adjusted his breathing and shared his vision with the Red-Haired Ghost.
The white-robed old man sized Yin Yang up for a moment before speaking.
“So you're the one spreading alarmist rumors, saying that man offended the Sea God and that his life must be sacrificed to appease it?”
“Now, the man hasn't been sacrificed, and the storm has disappeared. How do you explain that?”
Yin Yang handed the mask to Lu Ming, but his gaze never left the old man.
“Whose man are you?”
Yin Yang didn't bother explaining or trying to prove himself, as that was the stupidest thing one could do in this world.
The person framing you knows better than anyone how innocent you are.
To defend yourself is to fall into an endless cycle of self-justification.
Thus, Yin Yang chose to counter-question, getting straight to the point.
The old man's eyes narrowed. He hadn't expected such a reaction from Yin Yang.
He was about to speak when Yin Yang interrupted him again.
“Are they trying to use your life to test my depth?”
The old man's expression changed instantly. With just two sentences, Yin Yang had completely seized control of the situation.
In the shadows of the building opposite them, the Red-Haired Ghost drew its flaming greatbow. A spark of fire gathered on the bowstring, aimed right at the back of the old man's head.
It had absolute confidence that this single arrow could easily blow his head off!
The hair on the old man's body stood on end. He felt as if a venomous snake was staring him down, and he didn't dare move a muscle.
The bodyguards he had brought also sensed the danger and stepped in front of the old man, but Yin Yang didn't even spare them a glance.
“Answer my question!”
Lu Ming stood to the side holding the mask, his eyes shining as bright as lightbulbs.
‘That's it, that's it!’
‘Brother Yang even managed to intimidate Mr. Huang before, let alone this guy.’
Beads of sweat broke out on the old man's forehead, but he forced himself to stay silent.
Swoosh!
A long flaming arrow tore through the air, instantly piercing through his skull!
Puff!
His head burst like a rotten watermelon!
Blood splattered everywhere, drenching the bodyguards and the people nearby.
The bystanders were stunned by the bloody scene before they began to flee in a panic.
They were just ordinary citizens; when had they ever seen something like this?
Yin Yang was also stunned for a moment when he saw the blood.
‘Something's wrong. I'm still being influenced by that eye!’
Yin Yang realized the abnormality immediately!
Shooting the owner of a large corporation in front of so many people was not his style.
According to Yin Yang's usual standards, he would most likely have marked this Boss Lyu and then sought him out at night to torture, sacrifice, and extract his soul to find out the truth.
But just now, he had been unable to control his killing intent, directly ordering the Red-Haired Ghost to shoot him dead!
Something was wrong.
Something was definitely wrong.
Yin Yang's expression became guarded as he gave Lu Ming a shove.
“What are you standing there for? Run.”
“Brother, let's go together!”
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Several more flaming arrows shot over.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The old man's bodyguards also fell under the arrows, blood pouring from their headless necks.
This was only because the high heat had cauterized some of the blood vessels; otherwise, the blood would have been spraying everywhere.
Seeing this, Lu Ming's legs shook like leaves, yet he still didn't run away.
“Brother, let's go together!”
Yin Yang rubbed the boy's head and said, “Go home. I'll be fine. I still have to report this to the police.”
“Brother...”
“Be good.”
Lu Ming gritted his teeth and ran into the distance.
Only then did Yin Yang take out his phone and dial the Security Bureau.
“Hello, Huanggang Security Bureau.”
“I want to report a crime.”
“Certainly, sir. What kind of case is it?”
“I'm at the harbor. There are seven corpses here.”
“Corpses? Sir, please try to stay calm and protect the scene. We will send someone immediately!”
The voice on the other end became instantly serious.
“Tell your director that the person who found the bodies is Ghost Tiger.”
Yin Yang hung up and sat on the bench, completely ignoring the corpses around him.
He was very tired today and didn't want to miss even a moment of rest.
In less than five minutes, several Security Bureau vehicles rushed over and immediately cordoned off the scene.
The Bureau Chief walked straight up to Yin Yang, pulled a cigarette from his pocket, and offered it to him.
“What's the situation?”
Yin Yang waved it away, indicating he didn't smoke.
“I was performing a sacrifice here when he showed up with his bodyguards. He asked me why I hadn't performed the sacrifice I mentioned before.”
“Then, he was suddenly shot dead by flaming arrows. It was likely the work of a transcendent.”
The Bureau Chief nodded. “Can you guess the opponent's approximate strength?”
“Not weaker than me.”
Hearing this answer, the Bureau Chief felt a massive headache coming on.
In a tiny backwater like Huanggang, two Demigods had appeared one after another. How were they supposed to manage this as Sequence 7s?
Should he report this up the chain?
If his head was just aching before, Yin Yang's next sentence almost made it split open.
Yin Yang pointed at the headless corpse in the white clothes.
“Someone told me earlier that he was the owner of your local Lyu Group.”
The Bureau Chief was stunned. He looked at the corpse in disbelief and then turned to Yin Yang with a look that seemed to say: ‘That's fake, right? You're joking with me, right?’
When he confirmed that Yin Yang wasn't joking, his voice went hoarse.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
The Bureau Chief stumbled, hurriedly pulling out his phone to report to Mr. Huang.
On the other end of the line, Mr. Huang also panicked, saying he would come over immediately and telling the Bureau Chief to keep the scene sealed.
“Phew. I've been sacrificing for over three hours, I'm a bit tired. I'm going to rest. Notify me if there are any follow-ups.”
“Huh?”
“What do you mean, 'huh'? Can't you see I'm a victim in this?”
The Bureau Chief looked at Yin Yang, then at the headless corpses on the ground, thinking to himself that he really couldn't see it.
But the other party was a 'Demigod,' so he didn't dare stop him. He could only say, “Then where should we look for you?”
“Why look for me?”
“To report the follow-up.”
“Contact me by phone.”
Yin Yang turned and walked away. The Bureau Chief silently raised a middle finger behind Yin Yang's back, but as soon as Yin Yang turned his head, he immediately pulled it back and pretended nothing had happened.
...
Whale God Club.
Yang Shan sat on the sofa, feeling refreshed as two young girls massaged his legs.
“Uncle Shan, Mr. Lyu is dead.”
“Hmm?” Yang Shan frowned and sat up. “Dead?”
“Yes.”
“How did he die?”
“Our people say he died in a transcendent incident. His head was shot off at the harbor.”
“The harbor? Was that Demigod there too?”
“He was.”
“I didn't expect him to act so decisively.”
Yang Shan could guess even with his toes that this matter definitely had something to do with 'Ghost Tiger.'
“But this is good too. The more he acts, the more he'll reveal his true colors.”
“Have our people report back at any time!”
“Yes, sir.”
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