The streetlights on this road were sparse, with vehicles occasionally speeding past, casting shadows in the dim car light.

The spirit butterfly flapped its wings, transforming into a streak of light, leading the way ahead, as Qin Yang moved forward with reckless speed.

At the third intersection of this road, the spirit butterfly turned into a gloomy alley.

Qin Yang followed closely, entering the dim alley.

Ahead, there were several abandoned unfinished buildings, appearing quite quiet under the night sky. A big iron gate was slightly ajar, with a black predator motorcycle parked at the entrance.

The spirit butterfly flew into the big iron gate, circling in the air in front of one of the unfinished buildings, then scattered into points of light and vanished into the night.

Seeing this, a cold glint flashed in Qin Yang's eyes as he slipped inside the big iron gate.

Under the moonlit night, on a vacant lot in front of a derelict building, two figures faced each other.

One figure was a burly man in a black suit.

The person standing opposite him was tall and thin, dressed in a white tuxedo, with golden curly hair and wearing a terrifying white mask.

"Baron of the Night, I wonder if that kid has been eliminated?"

The man in black asked.

"Tsk tsk, I thought a few bullets could earn the thirty million US dollar reward, but I didn't expect that kid to be so hard to deal with."

The man under the mask spoke, his Chinese not fluent, mixed with an arrogantly assumed French accent.

"Baron of the Night, did you miss?"

The man in black asked in astonishment.

"The kid is very perceptive. Instead of a thirty million US dollar reward, I prefer the fifty million dollar one."

The blonde man's tone remained unchanged, and a cold smile appeared under the mask.

"The young master hopes for this too."

Upon hearing this, the man in black nodded and said, "Thirty million dollars for the dead one; fifty million dollars for the live one."

"Tomorrow night, I'll visit his apartment in person and catch him myself."

The blond man stretched out his fair, slender hand, slowly clenched it, the sound of cracking bones echoed as if he were gripping someone's neck.

The man in black shivered slightly. The blond man before him was ranked fifteenth among the world's assassins, and none of his missions had ever failed.

"The girl who was walking with the kid today is quite a stunner. After killing that kid, you must let me have some fun."

Under the mask, the blond man licked his lips and said.

"Baron of the Night, that woman is the granddaughter of a senior officer of the Huaxia military. If you touch her, you probably won't be able to leave Huaxia Country easily."

The man in black thought for a moment and said.

"Tsk tsk, I have my own ways. You don't need to worry about it."

The blond man disdainfully retorted; he never regarded the people of Huaxia Country in his eyes.

Hearing this, the man in black fell silent.

Rustle, rustle!

In the silent night, a light footstep suddenly came from behind the two of them.

"Who's there?!"

The blond man turned his head, a cold glint flashing in his blue eyes under the mask.

"I think we don't have to wait until tomorrow night because tonight I can send you to hell."

Qin Yang stepped out of the shadows, standing in front of the two, a cold glint flashed in his eyes; he didn't expect his ambusher to be a Westerner.

In Qin Yang's heart, those who ambushed him were already sentenced to death, and this damned Westerner even dared to have designs on Sister Ruan; he deserved to die even more!

"Baron of the Night, it's, it's that kid..."

The voice of the man in black carried a trace of fear.

"Tsk tsk, you managed to follow me here, you have some skills."

The Baron of the Night looked at Qin Yang with the white mask.

"Ghostly trickster."

Qin Yang frowned slightly; the mask was that of a smirking clown, looking somewhat frightening in the night.

Whoosh!

Qin Yang raised his fingertips, casting a blue wind blade, aiming towards the face of the Baron of the Night!

The image of the Baron of the Night flickered, easily dodging the wind blade Qin Yang cast.

The blue wind blade sliced through the night, severing several wooden planks in the ruins in front of the unfinished building, the planks fell apart, the sound echoed through the night.

"Tsk tsk, looks like you're an ancient martial artist from Huaxia, hee hee, it's been a long time since I've slaughtered an ancient martial artist from Huaxia."

The Baron of the Night glanced at the fallen planks, letting out a sinister laugh, the eyes under the clown mask flashing with bloodthirsty light.

"However, I wouldn't want to kill you; I will break your limbs and hand you over to my employer."

The Baron of the Night slowly extended both hands.

At this moment, his ten fingers were clad with long steel nails, the sharp tips shining with a menacing cold light.

As his voice fell, the Baron of the Night's figure flickered, the sharp steel nails aimed directly at Qin Yang's heart.

Judging from the ruthlessness of the attack, this Westerner did not seem to want to capture him alive, as he claimed.

"Wind Manipulation Technique!"

"Giant Strength Technique!"

A steely expression appeared in Qin Yang's eyes, as he cast Wind Manipulation Technique and Giant Strength Technique on himself, white light flickered over his hands.

As those sharp steel fingers reached for him, Qin Yang's figure moved, flashing to the side of the Baron of the Night, his right hand, glowing with white light, reached out and grabbed the Baron of the Night's wrist.

"Get lost."

With a forceful push, Qin Yang swung around the tall and thin body, then threw it heavily to the nearby vacant lot.

Whoosh!

As he was about to hit the ground, the Baron of the Night tapped his toes on the ground, suddenly doubling his speed.

"Ten Directions Wind Blade Skill!"

Qin Yang's fingers gestured, spiritual power surged out from his body, instantly forming ten wind blades before him.

"Go!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A series of fierce blue wind blades slashed towards the Baron of the Night.

The Baron of the Night, seeing this, rapidly tapped his toes on the ground, swiftly retreating backwards, dodging left and right, avoiding the first nine wind blades.

The tenth wind blade was already near at hand, the Baron of the Night's blue eyes contracted, his head had to lean back, and the fierce wind blade cut through the air above his mask.

Crack!

The sneering clown mask was relentlessly sliced open by the wind blade, shattering into two halves, falling to the ground, revealing the face hidden beneath.

It was the standard face of a Caucasian, a high nose bridge, deeply set eyes, and blue pupils.

At this moment, a blood trace was visible from his nose bridge to the center of his brow, with blood oozing from it, then dripping down along the prominent nose bridge.

"Heh heh, it's been a long time since I've tasted blood."

The Baron of the Night stuck out his tongue, licking the blood on his lips, his eyes excited, a satisfied grin on his face as he laughed.

"Is this Westerner out of his mind, licking his own blood with such excitement."

Qin Yang frowned, and his expression turned strange.

"Huh? His wound is healing?!"

Qin Yang's gaze suddenly sharpened, landing on the face of the Baron of the Night.

At this moment, from the nose bridge to the brow, the wound was rapidly healing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Within a few breaths, the blood trace disappeared, not leaving even a single scar.

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