On the southwest border of China, there is a small mountain.

This mountain is exceptionally remote, with only one path leading up and down. At the summit, a series of wooden houses are connected together, all neatly arranged.

At this moment, the night is deep, and the lights atop the mountain are dim.

In a small stone-paved square on the summit, one man after another in black clothes stands as straight as a spear. Each of them has a cold expression, like a thousand-year-old ice emitting a murderous aura.

At the forefront, on a high platform, a tall and skinny man in black stands, his gaze sharply watching over his subordinates:

"Brothers! My nephew has been killed, along with over twenty of our brothers! This time, we must take revenge for my nephew, and for our brothers!!!"

The person was radiating murderous intent from head to toe, his features reminiscent of Lin Zhaohui, except with sharper and more distinct facial angles, making him appear even more ferocious!

He was the leader of the assassins, Lin Zhaohao!

"Revenge!" "Revenge!" "Revenge!"

After Lin Zhaohao's words fell, those men in black roared in unison. Their voices were loud, echoing through the mountain ravine.

"Very good!" Lin Zhaohao appeared extremely satisfied, nodded at that moment, then continued:

"This time we are coming out in full force, we will surely sweep through Jiangnan City! I, Lin Zhaohao, will not let you down. Once the job is done, each of you will receive one million! After that, you won't ever have to return to this godforsaken place!"

"Jiangnan City has plenty of cash for us to spend, endless women for us to enjoy! Let's conquer Jiangnan together!!!"

Lin Zhaohao's words were incredibly incendiary, and the faces of those men below showed thick excitement and greed, their emotions running high.

Seeing this, Lin Zhaohao was extremely pleased, and he waved his hand:

"Depart! Target, Jiangnan!!!"

Following his command, dozens of assassins turned and headed toward several vans parked at the edge of the square.

Just at that moment, a cold voice suddenly echoed out of nowhere.

"It seems you'll never have the chance to go!"

This voice emerged abruptly, causing everyone who heard it to pause in their steps and look toward the entrance of the mountain.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

A series of metallic friction sounds echoed, and from the mountain entrance, a young man slowly appeared.

The youth was both tall and thin; under the dim light, he looked like a skeleton, with a Hu beard around his lips, spread outward like whiskers of a cat.

His eyes were extremely bright, and on his hands, he wore ten steel rings!

All these rings were made of metal, sharp and pointed, each one about ten centimeters long, resembling claws, quite eerie.

As the youth moved his fingers, these sharp claws touched together, producing a clanking sound of metal striking metal.

Lin Zhaohao, watching the young man's sharp claws, his pupils shrunk, immediately asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

The rest of the assassins also realized something was off, and some had already drawn their guns, ready to shoot the youth at any moment.

Yet the youth seemed oblivious, his lips curling into a sinister, playful smile:

"I am Shadow—Mountain Cat!"

Shadow—Mountain Cat!

Upon hearing this name, all the assassins were stunned, but Lin Zhaohao felt his heart squeeze tightly, his pupils dilating suddenly.

The lower-level assassins within the nation had never heard of the word "Shadow," but Lin Zhaohao, who had mingled with international assassin organizations, knew that "Shadow" represented China's top combat power, the nightmare of international assassins and mercenaries!

And Shadow Mountain Cat was one of the most formidable within Shadow, reputedly responsible for the deaths of ten global felons ranked 20th to 30th.

One of the top ten global gangs, Japan's Inagawa-kai, was also decimated by Mountain Cat alone, effectively removing their name from existence!

This was a God of Death! A synonym for death itself!

Sweat streamed down Lin Zhaohao's forehead, and his entire body felt as though it was in an ice cellar, bitterly cold.

"No... I don't know why Your Excellency has come to our assassin stronghold!"

Lin Zhaohao's throat squirmed, and he finally asked in a hoarse voice.

Shadow Mountain Cat, still wearing a faint smile, retracted the metal claws on his fingers, producing a piercing clanking sound, and then he spoke:

"You were going to kill my boss, what do you think I'm here for?"

Shadow Mountain Cat's voice carried mockery and disdain, his indifferent gaze viewing them as if they were mere ants!

Hearing this, Lin Zhaohao felt like a dead man walking.

The boss of Shadow, that was... a madman!

"Misunderstanding! It must be a misunderstanding! We were heading to Jiangnan City, how... how could we possibly provoke Lord Madman!"

Madman!

A name that made the whole world tremble!

If Shadow Mountain Cat was a God of Death, then Madman was the King of Gods of Death!

The global underground forces' most feared nightmare!

Upon hearing the name Madman, Lin Zhaohao felt dizzy and disoriented.

Not to mention himself, even the international assassin organization he was formerly part of would flee far away upon hearing Madman's name, wishing never to encounter him again!

"Shadow Mountain Cat sir, there must be a misunderstanding!" Lin Zhaohao had completely lost his leader's dignity, and now spoke cautiously.

"Misunderstanding?" Shadow Mountain Cat's lips curled up, revealing a cold smile, "Our boss is Ye Feng, known as Madman. Do you still think this is a misunderstanding?"

Ye Feng?

Upon hearing this, every assassin jumped in shock; even the dimmest among them could see their leader's terror.

Lin Zhaohao's legs weakened, nearly collapsing on the spot. The person he was supposed to kill in Jiangnan was also called... Ye Feng!

Upon realizing this, Lin Zhaohao cursed Lin Zhaohui's ancestors for generations.

This was definitely setting his own brother up for death!

"I must say, you are very lucky!" Shadow Mountain Cat's indifferent gaze swept over the assassins, then he continued:

"You are the first domestic organization our boss wanted to wipe out. You should feel honored! So... go to hell!"

By the end, Shadow Mountain Cat's words were icy cold, and his entire being surged forward like a nimble cat, charging rapidly towards the crowd of assassins.

"Stop him! Quick! Open fire!!!"

Lin Zhaohao knew the terror of Shadow Mountain Cat, and now yelled loudly at his dozens of subordinates.

The assassins were well-trained; upon hearing their leader's command, they immediately raised their guns, unleashing a barrage of bullets at Shadow Mountain Cat.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of gunfire fell like raindrops while Shadow Mountain Cat's figure moved ghost-like across the square, dodging back and forth, and the ground around him was pulverized.

"Die!!!"

Shadow Mountain Cat made several leaps, dodging the dense bullets, and instantly surged into the midst of the assassins.

His palms' claws moved rapidly, like a meat grinder, drawing up large swaths of flesh and guts!

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