God-Level Special Forces Soldier

The experts who had come to their senses all showed expressions of sudden realization, when in fact, they should have thought of it long ago.

However, among these surviving experts, not many had witnessed Mizuno Pengyu kill Fujino Fumitaka. Coupled with the overwhelming sense of impending doom, they couldn’t afford to be distracted by too many thoughts, which led to this delayed reaction.

But after realizing the truth, a desire to escape immediately arose among the group of experts. The further they ran, the better. As for any promised rewards, they couldn’t care less about them; preserving their lives was the most important thing!

The reason why all the experts felt the urge to flee was still because of the Ice Soul Needle in Mizuno Pengyu’s hand!

Don’t be fooled by the fact that the small purple box looks only as big as a matchbox; in reality, it can hold at least three hundred needles and has the capacity to employ tactics that would result in mutual destruction at a critical moment.

According to ancient records, the identity of the designer of the Ice Soul Needle is still debated, but it is absolutely impossible to complete its manufacture without being a top-notch master craftsman!

Imagine fitting more than three hundred silver needles into a space as small as a matchbox, while also accommodating numerous internal structures to ensure that the usage isn’t affected. Most people couldn’t even begin to imagine this, let alone execute it.

In fact, during a certain period, being able to manufacture the Ice Soul Needle became a benchmark for measuring the skill level of a craftsman; those who could make it were undisputed masters, while those who couldn’t were told to stay out of sight.

In some sense, this is quite reasonable, as the creation of the Ice Soul Needle assesses the meticulous handling and profound theoretical knowledge of the craftsman.

If one could completely make the Ice Soul Needle, everything else would naturally be a piece of cake, and being called a master craftsman would be entirely appropriate!

At this moment, Mizuno Pengyu dared to step forward and make threats, not because he was confident in his ability to accurately and surely hit the middle-aged man with the Ice Soul Needle before or during an attack, but because of a unique feature of the Ice Soul Needle.

The feature just mentioned - the ability to achieve mutual destruction with the enemy at a critical moment...

In simpler terms, it’s an indiscriminate attack; once the button on the purple box is triggered, regardless of how many poison needles there are, they will simultaneously shoot out in all directions, and no one can escape unscathed!

Of course, "no one" here also includes the user of the Ice Soul Needle themselves.

...

The moment Mizuno Pengyu took out the Ice Soul Needle, the middle-aged man’s pupils shrank suddenly, and then the fury in his eyes pierced straight at Mizuno Pengyu as if it were tangible.

He finally understood what the hidden weapon inside Kojima Minako was and why there had been such sudden anomalies. All of this could be blamed on Mizuno Pengyu and his deadly hidden weapon... the Ice Soul Needle!

After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man’s face, hidden behind a black mask, revealed a hint of a mad smile, and his hoarse voice spread throughout the venue...

"Do you think you can threaten me with something like this?"

Mizuno Pengyu felt shaken, unsure if the middle-aged man was bluffing or if he was truly risking his life to take his.

The next moment, the answer revealed itself as the middle-aged man charged forward without hesitation, utterly unafraid of Mizuno Pengyu’s threat, truly appearing as if he would risk everything!

And after the initial panic, Mizuno Pengyu’s eyes also showed a resolve. He lowered his raised hand and unhesitatingly pressed an inconspicuous button.

At the same time, voices of experts rang out, and figures leapt into the air, making their final struggle...

...

Unknown to anyone, just a short distance from the carnage at the wedding scene, a bespectacled man staggered into the venue, picking up a camera in recording mode.

Even though the scene before him made him cry with fear, his legs tremble uncontrollably, and his breathing sound like bellows, he still clung tightly to the camera in his arms and crawled away from the scene.

Despite the overwhelming fear in his eyes, there was still a trace of excitement that was hard to detect—a kind of excitement unique to his profession!

Undoubtedly, he was a journalist.

Any journalist who encountered such a sensational, explosive, earth-shattering piece of news would probably react the same way he did.

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In Heartbreak Valley, the senior members finally could not tolerate Sun Miaohan’s feigned madness any longer, and everyone wore expressions of obvious displeasure.

Yet Sun Miaohan seemed completely indifferent, becoming even more enthusiastic, as if she wouldn’t give up until she drove the senior members into a rage-induced stroke!

"Enough!" A senior member with the surname Chang roared impatiently, directly asking, "We’ll ask you straightforwardly, what is your opinion on marrying Tao Zhenghao?"

After speaking, not waiting for Sun Miaohan’s reply, the senior member with the surname Chang preemptively added, "Just give your opinion, don’t digress with unrelated matters!"

As he spoke, he showed a look of lingering fear, clearly having had a traumatic impression of Sun Miaohan’s ability to change the subject.

"Marry Tao Zhenghao?" Sun Miaohan raised an eyebrow and laughed, "Uttering such a weightless phrase aiming for my hand in marriage really lacks sincerity!"

The senior member with the surname Chang turned black with frustration and reminded her, "There is sincerity; turn the page in the invitation in your hand."

"Is that so?"

Following his advice, Sun Miaohan turned the page of the invitation in her hand. Then, as she turned another page, her eyes widened abruptly. As her gaze moved, her eyes grew even wider, making her large eyes appear quite strange.

A moment later, Sun Miaohan closed the red invitation in her hand, her gaze filled with disbelief, muttering, "I never expected I’d be worth so many good things!"

After saying this, she immediately snapped back to attention, hurriedly asking, "When can I get married, has the date been set?"

Seeing Sun Miaohan’s eager manner, the senior members were all dumbfounded; had they known, they would have reminded her to look at the gift list earlier, and they wouldn’t have had so many troublesome issues!

However, now it seemed Sun Miaohan did not show any reluctance. On the contrary, she looked quite happy, appearing impatient to get married.

Even though there was an element of materialism in this, as long as she agreed, nothing else mattered!

The senior member with the surname Chang suddenly felt much better, coughing a couple of times before saying, "The specific date is still to be discussed, but since you’ve agreed, we’ll first send a reply to Wind Blade Valley."

After saying this, he hastily grabbed the writing materials, looking like he was ready to write a reply to Wind Blade Valley immediately.

Xu Ming squinted his eyes; he hadn’t seen this senior sister so efficient before. Now, with her personal interests at stake, had she become this proactive?

Why hadn’t he noticed the true nature of these people before?