186: Chapter 186 Closing the Door and Beating the Dog

Since the Qin Family wanted to play dirty, he would flip the table and let everyone see who really called the shots in this corner of Kyoto.

The night wind howled, swirling the fallen leaves on the ground.

Over a dozen dark figures vaulted over the warehouse's outer wall like ghosts, landing without a sound.

The lead man in black made a hand gesture, signaling his team members to split up and surround the area.

They were Shadow Fang's gold-medal squad; they had executed countless assassination missions and had never once failed.

In their eyes, this was nothing more than an unfinished building project started by some upstart with a bit of a background; its defensive strength was essentially zero.

However, what they didn't know was...

The surveillance cameras above their heads were currently tracking their movements, their lenses rotating slowly.

On the other side of the screen, Lin Fan was holding a microphone, facing the newly opened livestream room with a "kind" smile.

"Good evening, everyone. Welcome to the Myriad Treasures Pavilion late-night review livestream."

"The product we are reviewing today is..."

"The Fully Automatic Intelligent Defense Tower Blind Box—guaranteed to make assassins weep and thieves break down!"

The night was as dark as ink, shrouding the abandoned warehouse in the South Suburbs in a dead silence.

The captain of the Shadow Fang squad, 'Viper,' pressed himself against a pile of discarded oil drums on the warehouse perimeter, his cold gaze scanning the surroundings.

It was too quiet.

Abnormally quiet.

According to the intelligence, that kid named Lin Fan lived here, along with over a dozen detained second-generation heirs from wealthy families.

Logically, in a place where such playboys gathered, there should be some noise even in the middle of the night, or at least some bodyguards on watch.

But now, the entire yard was empty, with only a few shipping containers that looked like piles of junk standing there lonely.

"Captain, thermal imaging shows the targets are all on the second floor of the main warehouse, seemingly asleep."

The scout's voice came through the earpiece. "There's no psionic trap reaction on the perimeter, and no hidden sentries found."

Viper frowned. Though he felt a faint sense of unease, the intelligence indicated the opponent was just a greenhorn who had just arrived in Kyoto, only acting so arrogant because he had some military connections.

What could an upstart like that possibly know about defensive layouts?

"Move out."

Viper coldly issued the command. "Team one handles the demolition, team two handles clearing out the small fry, and team three follows me to the second floor. Target is Lin Fan—kill on sight."

"Understood!"

Over a dozen dark figures instantly darted out from behind cover, their movements perfectly synchronized, demonstrating a high level of professional discipline.

However, the very moment they stepped into the central area of the warehouse's front yard...

*Click.*

The crisp sound of a mechanical engagement rang out, sounding exceptionally piercing in the silent night sky.

Viper's heart skipped a beat as an intense sense of crisis instantly exploded within him.

"Retreat! It's an ambush!"

But he shouted those words too late.

"Welcome to the Myriad Treasures Pavilion Security Experience Center!"

A playful voice, amplified by a loudspeaker, suddenly rang out from all directions. Immediately after, several blinding high-power searchlights snapped on, illuminating the entire front yard as if it were broad daylight!

The intense light caused all the assassins to instinctively close their eyes.

In that exact moment, a sudden change occurred.

Those originally unremarkable discarded oil drums, trash cans, and even the manhole covers on the ground all suddenly flipped open!

*Hummm—*

Accompanied by the dense sound of electric motors running, various metal devices rose from these 'covers'.

These devices looked like miniature versions of turrets, but the muzzles weren't dark gun barrels; they were... multi-colored nozzles?

"What the hell is this?"

One assassin had just opened his eyes when he saw an oil drum turret painted with a comical smiley face aimed right at him.

*Pfft!*

A thick cloud of yellow smoke instantly erupted from the muzzle, plastering his face directly.

"Cough, cough, cough! Blegh—"

The assassin took only one breath before his whole body began to twitch violently as if he had been electrocuted. His hands gripped his throat tightly, and tears and snot began to stream down instantly.

"It stinks! It's too foul! What kind of poison gas is this?!"

This wasn't ordinary poison gas at all; it was Lin Fan's specially made 'Enhanced Mutant Skunk Gas Blind Box'.

After being strengthened by the system's hundredfold return, the stench of this thing could directly attack a person's soul, making even a Grandmaster Level Expert doubt their life choices.

"Hold your breath! Break out!"

Viper was an experienced veteran after all, and he immediately activated his psionic shield, attempting to force a breakthrough.

However, just as he took a step, a viscous sensation suddenly came from beneath his feet.

At some point, a layer of transparent gel-like substance had been sprayed onto the ground.

"Super-Strength Mousetrap Glue, an S-grade polymer material. It can even stick the claws of a high-level beast, so don't bother trying."

Lin Fan's voice rang out again, filled with undisguised mockery.

Viper discovered to his horror that his feet seemed to have grown into the ground; no matter how he channeled his psionic power, he couldn't pull them out.

Worse yet, this glue seemed capable of corroding psionic shields, making a sizzling sound.

*Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!*

At that moment, the surrounding 'trash can turrets' opened fire.

What they fired weren't bullets, but colored pellets the size of a fingernail.

These pellets weren't lethal when they hit, but upon contact with a human body, they would instantly burst, releasing a very specific type of electric current.

"Aaaah!"

Screams of agony rose one after another.

Those elite assassins were now twitching wildly on the spot, looking as if they were performing a breakdance.

These were the 'Paralysis Shock Bullets' Lin Fan had specifically designed for 'non-lethal capture'; each one contained enough voltage to drop an elephant.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the warehouse's second floor.

Zhao Wujing and the group of second-generation heirs were pressed against the glass, every single one of them staring dumbfoundedly.

"Holy crap... isn't this a bit too brutal?"

Qian Duoduo swallowed hard, watching that group of normally terrifying assassins who were now being toyed with like a bunch of clowns.

Some were vomiting, some were dancing, and some were stuck to the ground in various humiliating poses.

He turned to look at Zhao Wujing, who was completely dazed, and handed him a bag of potato chips.

"Old Zhao, don't just stand there staring. Want some?"

Zhao Wujing mechanically took the chips. Looking at Lin Fan's calm and composed manner, a deep sense of awe suddenly surged in his heart.

This man was too terrifying.

He wasn't just destroying them; he was grinding the enemy's dignity into the dirt, all while making a profit from traffic and money.

The screams downstairs gradually subsided.

The dozen or so Shadow Fang elite assassins were now all collapsed on the ground, foaming at the mouth and twitching, having completely lost their combat capability.

Even the Grandmaster Level captain, Viper, was now rolling his eyes and slumped in the super glue like a dead dog.

Lin Fan turned off the livestream, the smile on his face instantly vanishing, replaced by a trace of icy chill.

He set down the chips and pulled a black dagger from his waist, spinning it expertly in his hand.

"Let's go, time to head down and collect the goods."

Lin Fan said indifferently, "Since the Second Master of the Qin Family sent such a grand gift, wouldn't it be rude of us not to pay him a proper 'return visit'?"

Looking at Lin Fan's back, Zhao Wujing couldn't help but shiver.

He knew that after tonight, the sky over Kyoto was truly about to change.

This time, the Qin Family hadn't just kicked a steel plate.

They had kicked a powder keg filled with high explosives.