Beneath the bronze mask, blood-like eyes radiated like tens of thousands of sharp blades, and an intense aura of murder emanated from the figure, causing people's hearts to tremble in terror.

Yu Haijing's complexion was pale, and he let out a low growl as the drug "Desire to be Immortal" gradually began to take effect, sharply stimulating his senses.

The steel needle slowly approached Yu Haijing's eyelid.

Seeing the cold gleam flashing on the steel needle, Yu Haijing, although gradually losing his sanity, instinctively constricted his pupils, and his heart began to beat faster with fear.

"No, no, don't!" Yu Haijing yelled in confused terror after losing his reason.

Lin Hai's arm was firm as a rock, seemingly undisturbed and unhindered in proceeding with his next action at this moment.

The steel needle drew closer and closer to Yu Haijing's eyes.

A look of terror and despair spread over Yu Haijing's face as he struggled in vain.

But he was no match for Lin Hai.

With just one arm, he clamped down on Yu Haijing's neck, immobilizing him completely.

The steel needle slowly pierced one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body—the eye.

Bound tightly on the bed and unable to move, Ouyang Xiaoya had no idea what was happening, only able to hear Yu Haijing's frantic and fearful screams.

"The eyes are the windows to the soul. I'd very much like to open them up and see what color the heart of someone like you is."

Hoarse, as if echoing from the depths of Nine Nether, an almost inhuman voice came from beneath the bronze mask, reverberating in the heart of Yu Haijing.

At this very moment, Yu Haijing was filled with regret for having laid a hand on Ouyang Xiaoya without a thorough investigation.

The steel needle slowly touched the surface of Yu Haijing's eyeball.

"No!"

"Don't!"

"No!!!"

"Ah————"

A sharp scream erupted abruptly, so shrill it made one's skin crawl.

The steel needle, under the steady push of Lin Hai's firm arm, slowly punctured Yu Haijing's eyelid, and blood threads diffused throughout his eyeball.

As the needle penetrated deeper, Yu Haijing's agony reached its peak.

Lin Hai moved very slowly, as if meticulously sculpting an object—with careful precision and concentration.

Under the magnified sensory effects of the drug, Yu Haijing was stimulated intensely, his lungs gasping for air like a bellows, his chest heaving violently.

The seconds seemed like an entire century to Yu Haijing, endlessly long.

Yet, the effects of "Desire to be Immortal" prevented him from passing out, no matter how painful it was.

At this moment, Yu Haijing could only pray for the mysterious person before him to grant him a quick end to his life, to stop the torment.

Judging from experience, Lin Hai knew that the needle could not go any further, or it would pierce straight through Yu Haijing's brain.

Suddenly, he pulled the needle out forcefully.

A stream of fresh blood gushed from the hollow eye socket, and on the needle, there hung a blood-covered eyeball, still reflecting an expression of terror and despair.

The eyeball was plucked off the needle and carelessly thrown onto the ground.

Lin Hai casually lifted his foot.

Crunch!

The eyeball was brutally crushed into pulp.

Yu Haijing screamed out in both rage and despair.

Such screams had no effect on Lin Hai.

In the past, during his quest for revenge, he had single-handedly slaughtered an RX organization's stronghold of tens of thousands of people, truly earning the name "Ten Thousand Killings." That process was filled with extreme slaughter, bloodshed, and unspeakable cruelty beyond human imagination.

Thud!

The floor-to-ceiling windows shattered into countless small pieces of glass, scattered all over.

Lin Hai suddenly turned his head and in almost an instant, rushed over to Ouyang Xiaoya and scooped her into his arms.

Ten ninjas with their faces covered, bearing Japanese katanas on their backs, stood in a row, confronting Lin Hai.

"Limitless Blade Ninja?"

From beneath the bronze mask, a hoarse voice emerged.

Given their attire, especially the blood-red hilt and the shuriken symbol on their backs, Lin Hai immediately recognized the origins of this group.

The lead masked Ninja glanced at Yamamoto, who was completely out of breath, then turned his head and glared at Lin Hai fiercely.

"Sir, hand over Yu Haijing!" demanded the leading masked Ninja.

"Just with you lot? Heh!" Lin Hai sneered coldly.

The ten ninjas immediately took action without hesitation, obviously having undergone rigorous training.

One Ninja moved swiftly like lightning, the sharp katana viciously striking towards Lin Hai's neck.

With a snap, this Ninja suddenly paused mid-air, an arm filled with explosive muscle strength directly snapping his neck.

In his final moments, the Ninja looked at Lin Hai in utter horror, not even seeing how Lin Hai made his move.

At the same time, the three ninjas directly ahead coordinated with each other, their three katana blades shimmering with a cold light, filled with boundless killing intent, cleaving towards Lin Hai and Ouyang Xiaoya in his arms.

Bang!

Bang bang bang——

Those three ninjas didn't see clearly, felt a severe pain in their lower abdomen, lost their balance, and were violently smashed through the floor-to-ceiling window, more than ten meters away.

When the three ninjas came to their senses, they found themselves mid-air, looking down to find themselves at the height of the eighteenth floor, and having been knocked several meters away, there was nothing around to leverage their fall.

"Ah!"

"Ah, ah——"

The three ninjas screamed, plummeting from the high-rise.

A few breaths later, a soft thud was heard from below, like the sound of a watermelon being crushed.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Hai killed four ninjas with his moves.

The remaining six opponents' pupils shrank to pinpoints, shocked as they looked at Lin Hai, not daring to approach, each one appearing as if facing a great enemy, extremely tense.

"A bunch of trash!" A domineering and contemptuous voice came from under the bronze mask.

The six Japanese ninjas clenched their katanas nervously, enduring Lin Hai's insults without daring to rush forward impulsively. The mysterious figure before them was too terrifying.

Lin Hai didn't even glance at these fellows, treating these highly skilled ninjas as if they were no different from ants in his presence.

He slowly bowed his head and through the mask, his eyes stared at Ouyang Xiaoya, gently caressing the slap mark on her cheek, and hoarsely said, "Does it hurt?"

Ouyang Xiaoya stubbornly shook her head.

Looking at her resolute face biting her red lips, filled with defiance, determination, and an extremely heart-wrenching and infuriating expression, Lin Hai's chest at this moment seemed to be filled with violent emotions.

Such violent emotions could only be vented through blood and life.

Ouyang Xiaoya looked at the cold bronze mask, her heart quivering fiercely. The last time, it was this mysterious expert who had saved her, and now she did not expect to be able to observe him at such close quarters.

"From now on, as long as I live, no one can harm you."

"Anyone who dares to harm you must step over my dead body first."

"Don't panic when bullets fly, my chest will shield you!"

Hoarse yet deep words streamed from beneath the mask.

In this moment, Ouyang Xiaoya was completely subjugated by the mysterious man in the bronze mask who held her.

She never imagined that in her moment of peril, this man who once saved her would descend like a god or demon, utterly dominating and crushing his enemies, rescuing her from distress once again.

"You..." In her heart, in her mind, the mysterious masked man's entire being was etched onto her, never to be erased again.

This mysterious man had already forged an unbreakable stature in her heart.

This is what a real man is like!

"Damn it, you're underestimating our Yamato people too much, unleash the Illusion Poison Fog from the RX organization!" The lead masked Ninja finally couldn't restrain his fury and yelled. He pulled out a spherical object from his bosom and smashed it to the ground fiercely.

With a bang, the room was immediately filled with pink, sticky fog.

Ouyang Xiaoya hadn't reacted yet, and a faint trace of poison fog entered her nostrils. She wanted to ask the mysterious man who he really was, but before she could speak, she passed out...

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