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No matter how bitter or exhausting, he enjoyed it.

He extinguished the cigarette, rubbed his throbbing temples, took a deep breath, and refocused his eyes on the annoying report, picking up a pen, ready to annotate.

The office fell into silence, with only the faint rustling of the pen gliding over paper and the indistinct clamor unique to the Gray Rock District night coming from outside the distant window.

And just at that moment—

Sizzle...!

A barely perceptible, almost completely masked strange noise suddenly came from outside the tightly closed floor-to-ceiling window beside Lei Meng.

All the hair on Lei Meng’s body stood on end, as if encountering extreme cold.

A bone-chilling murderous intent, like an invisible steel needle, viciously stabbed into the back of his head.

The Tier Three Martial Saint’s intuition for danger screamed wildly.

The shadow of death loomed instantly.

"Not good!"

Lei Meng’s pupils shrank to needlepoints, his heart seemingly clenched by an icy cold hand.

He had no time to think, it was purely his body’s instinct that reacted.

With a violent push from his legs on the chair, the heavy leather office chair along with his hulking body shot backward like a cannonball.

At the same time, his Protective Qi Blood reacted like a startled porcupine.

Instantly igniting to the extreme.

Forming a solid-like dark red armor on the surface of his body.

However, it was too close!

The attacker’s timing and position were utterly malicious.

Striking at the very moment when his mind showed the slightest fatigue and the tiniest lapse due to concentrating on reviewing documents.

Just outside the window, less than three meters away from his back.

Schlik—!

A flash of dark, chilling light, sharpened to the extreme, as if ignoring the expensive bulletproof glass that could withstand heavy machine gun fire.

The glass rippled like water.

Without even making a shattering sound, the chilling light pierced through, precisely targeting the vital spot on Lei Meng’s exposed left chest, as he leaned back in retreat.

It was so fast that it surpassed the limit of visual capture.

Lei Meng exerted all his strength to dodge and defend, yet in front of this meticulously planned lethal blow, he was still half a beat too slow.

Zrip—!

Like a red-hot iron branding into leather.

The dark red Gang Qi armor on Lei Meng’s body only obstructed the chilling light for less than a tenth of a second before getting mercilessly penetrated.

A chilling sharpness instantly invaded his body.

"Urgh—!"

Lei Meng let out a painful and angry growl! The intense pain from his left chest instantly swept through his entire body.

He could clearly feel the cold metal tearing through muscle, piercing the lung with a terrifying sensation, and the scalding blood gushed out like a fountain from the massive wounds in front and back.

The blood instantly stained the front of his shirt red.

More like an ink spill, it thoroughly soaked and stained the report in his hand red.

Intense pain, coldness, suffocation...

The shadow of death had never been so vivid!

But who was Lei Meng?!

He was a Tier Three Martial Saint who crawled out from the Corpse Mountain and Blood Sea.

The flag-bearing leader of the Cyan Dragon Gang.

The ferocity and brutality in his bones were completely ignited in this death-defying situation.

"Leave... for my sake!!!"

Just as his body was about to collapse backward due to the severe injury, Lei Meng’s bloodshot eyes burst out with terrifying ferocity.

He completely ignored the fatal penetrating wound in his chest.

Pouring all his remaining strength crazily into his right fist.

Boom—!!!

A muscle-bound fist like a giant hammer.

With boundless savagery, it crashed fiercely towards the empty air in front of him.

The air was compressed to the extreme, emitting a burdensome explosive sound.

The violent Fist Aura shot out of his hand.

Turning into a condensed column of blood-red light.

Rumble!!!

The solid wall, along with the valuable bulletproof floor-to-ceiling window, was utterly shattered by this vengeful strike like paper.

Bricks, shards of glass mixed with the raging Qi Force shot outward like cannonballs, leaving numerous deep pits on the corridor wall outside the office.

The entire top floor seemed to tremble violently.

Yet, amid the earth-shaking noise and spreading smoke and dust.

A specter-like figure merged with the shadows, flashed past the shattered window, quick as an illusion.

The other side was evidently well-versed in the ways of the assassin.

One successful hit, regardless of the outcome, never lingered, escaping instantly.

Lei Meng’s counterattack, imbued with his last life force, was ultimately half a second too slow, hitting nothing.

"Ho... ho..."

Lei Meng’s hulking figure swayed, the terrifying light in his eyes rapidly dimming.

The enormous power quickly drained away with the gushing blood.

He glanced down at the terrifying wound piercing through his chest.

Then looked at the report in his hand, thoroughly dyed in blood, the words blurred, his mouth twisted into a bitter, grim smile.

Bang!

He could no longer hold on, collapsing heavily onto the floor as if a golden mountain tumbled over a jade pillar.

The thick, scalding blood quickly spread beneath him.

Forming a glaring, alarming pool of blood.

"Help!!"

"Brother Meng!!!"

The guards outside the office were alerted by the earth-shattering explosion and the sound of the wall breaking.

They burst through the door instantly and rushed inside.

Seeing the gigantic hole in the wall and Lei Meng lying in a pool of blood, barely breathing, all the color drained from their faces.

Panic-stricken shouts tore through the night sky over the Cyan Dragon Gang’s headquarters.

"Quick! Get a doctor!!"

"Lockdown headquarters! Seal all exits! Not even a fly gets out!"

"Notify everyone! Hurry!!!"

...

At the same time.

In the villa area where the core members of the Cyan Dragon Gang resided, the Gray Rock District.

On the wide lawn of the front yard.

The atmosphere was deadly serious and heated.

Qi Hao, Mouse, Old Lü, and Old Qin, all bare-chested, sweat pouring down, under the cold gaze of Jiang Wei, were undergoing merciless pressure endurance training.