Translator: CinderTL
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Han Shan, the Hall Master!?
A dozen disciples!?
"How… How is this possible!?"
Jin Guangming's heart trembled. "Han Shan is one of the strongest martial artists in Guangzhou! Even if he were to face hundreds of armed criminals, he could still emerge victorious. In ancient times, he would have been an unstoppable warrior, capable of breaking through a thousand men alone! Even if Li Chunjun had secretly practiced martial arts, at most, he could have barely managed to kill the careless Sun Yongxing and his men. But how could he possibly stand against Master Han!?"
"That's simply impossible."
Mo Lei said in a grave tone, "However, while it's true that Master Han could defeat hundreds of armed criminals… the weapons in question were swords, staffs, and clubs. But according to my sources, Li Chunjun… used a gun! A firearm!"
"A gun!?"
Jin Guangming's pupils shrank. "Where did he get a gun!?"
Firearms and other hot weapons were strictly forbidden by the immortal sects. Under such circumstances, aside from the city guards directly governed by the sects, who would dare possess a gun? Who would dare use one!?
"The source of the gun… is likely connected to the prosecutor."
Mo Lei replied.
As a high-ranking official in law enforcement, the prosecutor could still get his hands on firearms.
Even though gun-making technology had been sealed away for over thirty years, manufacturing one was not difficult. For modern industry, as long as someone was willing, a small workshop could produce them.
However, the Security Bureau and the city guards ruthlessly cracked down on anyone possessing firearms. Even their family members would face dire consequences, which deterred most people from acting on their ability to produce guns.
But that madman was different!
He had completely lost his mind!
He was willing to risk everything just to take revenge on the Jin family…
It seemed that anyone connected to the Jin family was now within his scope of vengeance.
At this point, it was as if he lived solely for revenge.
Under such circumstances, he would do anything, without fear of the consequences of possessing or using a firearm!
"The issue now is not where the gun came from, but rather… this is clearly far from over. He will never stop."
Mo Lei took a deep breath. "Especially since he still has a gun!"
A gun-wielding 'Inner Strength' martial artist—
Even he, a Martial Master at the Integration Realm, felt uneasy.
Jin Guangming's heart grew heavier.
He had never imagined that handling such a small matter would escalate to this extent.
Over the years, his son, Jin Haoxuan, had been a little reckless. Six months ago, there was an incident where a girl supposedly jumped off a building.
He hadn't asked how it was handled—Shen Zhengxian took care of it, and he only knew it had been "cleaned up" thoroughly.
By comparison, the incident with Li Wanqing and Li Chunjun was hardly worth mentioning.
Yet the outcome…
First, Li Chunjun spread posts online, causing a massive public outcry.
But public opinion? That could influence wealthy commoners and small business owners. For someone in his position… unless another person of equal standing tried to leverage the issue, he could silence it with a single command.
And indeed, the outrage disappeared within three days.
A month later, no trace of the incident could be found online.
That controversy was the only reason he had even paid attention to the matter. Otherwise, Shen Zhengxian would have handled it swiftly.
But now?
Shen Zhengxian and his Sanxing Property Company—wiped out!
The house where Li Chunjun and his sister lived had been burned to the ground, with over thirty bodies found inside!
And then, the surviving Li Chunjun had gone utterly insane, storming into the Jin family estate and brutally massacring his wife, son, and more than a dozen associates!
Jin Guangming could still recall the seething rage he felt upon hearing the news.
He stormed into my home and killed my family!?
He murdered more than a dozen people!?
What kind of audacity was this!?
For committing such an atrocious crime, he must be executed!
Even a thousand cuts wouldn't be enough to atone for his sins!
Yet seven days had passed without any trace of him. Jin Guangming had assumed the murderer had fled Guangzhou and gone into hiding.
But no—he was still lurking in the city, brazenly killing Prosecutor Liu Yacun in cold blood, and now, armed with a gun, he had slaughtered Han Shan, the Hall Master of the Pinjian Martial Hall, along with a dozen of his disciples.
What kind of monster was he!?
How had things spiraled out of control like this!?
"Li Chunjun has gone completely mad. He no longer cares about life or death—his sole purpose now is to take revenge on you. And with so many guests attending today's funeral, the crowd is chaotic. If he blends in and shoots at you from a distance, no one will be able to react in time."
Mo Lei said grimly, "I've already ordered reinforcements from the Security Bureau to tighten defenses. But for safety's sake, you should not appear in public… Let someone else preside over the funeral."
Jin Guangming had survived this long because he knew how to assess the situation.
As the chairman of a multi-billion-dollar corporation, he would never put himself in danger when a deranged killer was after him.
Taking a deep breath, he nodded. "Understood. I'll move to the inner hall."
His expression turned icy. "But, Minister Mo, this madman has gone too far. Shouldn't you be giving me an explanation!?"
"Rest assured!"
Mo Lei nodded.
Truthfully, he was also uneasy after learning that Li Chunjun had a firearm.
But…
This incident had already blown up.
Prosecutor Liu Yacun was dead.
Hall Master Han Shan had been killed.
Han Shan was a personal acquaintance of a member of parliament.
If Mo Lei failed to capture the culprit, his tenure as Director of Security Bureau would be over.
Even if he had connections to secure another position—perhaps as the head of the Tourism Department—his influence would never be the same.
Under these circumstances, even if he didn't want to confront this lunatic, he had no choice but to take action.
"I've secretly set up a tight trap at Hengguang Garden. Unless he refuses to show himself, the moment he appears, he will not leave alive!"
"Then I'll be waiting for your good news."
Jin Guangming said.
Mo Lei nodded. "Rest assured, we—"
Before he could finish speaking, his gaze suddenly locked onto a figure entering the hall.
A man wearing a baseball cap, head lowered.
He was carrying a guitar case—likely a member of the funeral band?
Though the house was crowded with people moving in and out, this man's pace was unnaturally fast.
And his figure…
Even with his cap on, something about him seemed familiar.
Though Mo Lei couldn't immediately recall where he had seen him before, his instincts as Director of Security Bureau kicked in.
"Stop right there! Who are you!? Take off your cap and look up!"
But almost the instant he barked the command—
The figure suddenly accelerated.
His walk turned into a full sprint.
As he ran, the guitar case fell to the ground, revealing a gleaming sword inside.
With an explosive burst of power, the man seized the sword in a single motion.
Like a predator launching an ambush, he charged at Mo Lei with lethal intent.
And at that moment—
Mo Lei finally saw his face clearly.
A youthful face, still carrying traces of innocence—
Yet filled with cold, unyielding ruthlessness.
The overwhelming killing intent was almost tangible.
Mo Lei's breath caught in his throat.
"Li Chunjun!?"
(End of the Chapter)
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