62: Chapter 62 Anyone who dares to touch my sister must die!

The night was as black as ink, swallowing the courtyard of Longhu No. 1.

Six dark shadows crept along the base of the walls, their footsteps making no sound.

They wore special combat suits capable of refracting light, blending into the background like chameleons the moment the surveillance cameras swept past.

It was the One-Eyed squad from the Shadow Fang organization.

"Target is on the second floor, confirmed."

The leader, One-Eyed, made a gesture, his turbid left eye glowing with a faint green light.

Intelligence reports indicated the target was just a lucky high school student and a nouveau riche.

Although he had some strange tricks, he was nothing more than a lamb for the slaughter in the face of absolute force.

One early-stage Martial Master and five peak Martial Artists—this setup was overkill for assassinating a student.

One-Eyed even thought the employer, Wang Tianba, had lost his mind to offer fifty million for such a mission.

Even the mysterious boss of the organization, Shadow Fang, had personally ordered their squad to test the waters.

They had to know that while their squad was only average in the organization, killing a high school student who was a Martial Apprentice with no background was a piece of cake.

The team advanced to the French windows of the villa.

One-Eyed raised his right hand and retracted his three fingers one by one.

Three.

Two.

One.

"Click."

The crisp mechanical sound was jarring in the silent night.

It was not the sound of breaking glass.

The French window, which had been fitted with bulletproof glass, automatically slid open to the sides.

Soft, warm light spilled out from the room, exposing the six killers in their stunned state.

Lin Fan sat on the windowsill, wearing the school uniform he often wore, as if waiting for an old friend to catch up.

"You're three minutes late."

Lin Fan sighed, his gaze sweeping calmly over the six people downstairs, "I hate rats hiding in the shadows the most."

Through his system's advance reconnaissance, Lin Fan had long known the strength and cultivation level of this assassination squad.

Otherwise, he would have run to the Jianghai Lord's Mansion to call for reinforcements long ago.

A trap? Alarm bells rang in One-Eyed's mind.

But he was a veteran who licked blood off the edge of a blade; his shock lasted only a tenth of a second.

"Attack, kill him!"

One-Eyed roared, and the two poison-tipped daggers in his hands were instantly unsheathed.

He propelled himself like a cannonball, lunging straight for the second-floor windowsill.

His five teammates followed closely behind, sealing off all of Lin Fan's escape routes.

Since they were exposed, they would crush everything with absolute violence.

Lin Fan didn't move.

He just snapped his fingers lightly.

"Snap."

This crisp sound was like opening the gates of hell.

Boom!

Golden flames rose from all around the courtyard without warning.

These were not ordinary mortal flames, but pure, golden infernos carrying a divine aura.

The flames instantly shot up ten meters high, forming thick walls of fire that completely sealed off the entire courtyard.

S-Rank Talent, [Divine Ember Flame].

The high temperature instantly evaporated the moisture in the air, and the lawn in the courtyard turned to ash in an instant.

"Ah!"

Two killers on the outermost edge couldn't dodge in time, and the corners of their clothes were tainted by a wisp of golden flame.

There was no burning process.

That part simply disappeared into thin air, leaving not even ashes behind.

"What the hell is this?!"

One-Eyed forcibly twisted his body in mid-air, rolled awkwardly upon landing, and felt his scalp tingle as he watched his subordinates burn into nothingness.

At this moment, Lin Fan's aura was fully revealed: Martial Artist Eight-Star!

The intelligence was wrong!

This was no lucky student; this was a monster. How could there be a Martial Artist Eight-Star high school student in the Jianghai?

Even the descendants of the great families in the capital wouldn't be this strong, right?

The killers were in a panic, even suspecting that Lin Fan was some young master from a great family gaining experience in a small place.

"Don't panic! Focus fire and kill him! As long as we kill him, the flames will naturally go out!"

One-Eyed roared, trying to steady his team's morale.

The remaining three killers gritted their teeth, their alloy war blades whipping up fierce gusts of wind as they stabbed at Lin Fan's throat, heart, and groin respectively.

Tricky and ruthless.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Three crisp sounds rang out.

The alloy war blades, capable of cutting through metal and jade, actually emitted the sound of clashing metal the moment they touched Lin Fan's skin.

A faint layer of glazed golden light flowed over Lin Fan's exposed skin.

The tips of the blades stabbed into it, but apart from splashing a few sparks, they didn't even leave a white mark.

Glazed Golden Body.

"How is this possible..."

One killer's hand, holding the blade, was shaken so hard that the web between his thumb and index finger split, his face full of terror.

Lin Fan looked at the killer in front of him, who was already scared witless.

"Remember in your next life that assassination is a technical job."

Boom!

Lin Fan threw a punch without any fancy moves.

The air was blasted apart, emitting a piercing sonic boom.

His fist slammed heavily into the killer's chest.

"Crack."

The sternum shattered, collapsing into a terrifying crater.

The killer didn't even have time to scream before his whole body flew backward, crashing into the golden wall of fire behind him and instantly vaporizing.

"Too weak."

Lin Fan shook the blood off his hands, his tone indifferent.

"Quality like this is a waste of space, even for making a D-rank blind box."

At this moment, the courtyard was already a purgatory.

One-Eyed looked at Lin Fan, who was like a demon god, and his mental defenses completely collapsed.

He couldn't win.

He absolutely couldn't win.

This was a wild beast wearing human skin!

Run!

One-Eyed's gaze darted around frantically, finally locking onto the living room on the first floor.

That sickly sister!

The intelligence said Lin Fan cared deeply about that sister.

As long as he caught her, there was still a chance to live!

"Third, Fourth, hold him off!"

One-Eyed roared, pushing two of his subordinates toward Lin Fan, while he himself used the momentum to turn and crash frantically toward the French window on the first floor.

"Crash!"

The glass shattered.

One-Eyed rolled into the living room, his face covered in blood, his expression ferocious.

"Come out! You little bitch, come out!"

He was like a mad dog at the end of its rope, trying to find that one last straw to cling to.

However.

There was no little girl hiding in the corner, trembling.

In the center of the living room.

Lin Xiaoya stood there quietly.

She was wearing that loose rabbit pajama set, clutching that metal box in her arms.

But her eyes had changed.

Her pupils, originally black and white, were now completely occupied by silver light.

That light was cold and indifferent, devoid of any human emotion, like a high and mighty god looking down on a crawling insect.

One-Eyed's charging footsteps came to an abrupt halt.

A massive, soul-deep fear instantly gripped his heart.

"Ah!!"

Lin Xiaoya opened her mouth.

There was no sound.

Only an invisible mental ripple spread instantly from her, fan-shaped.

S-Rank Talent, [Mental Ruler].

"Bang!"

One-Eyed felt as if his brain had been smashed by a heavy hammer.

Blood flowed from his seven orifices.

The spiritual energy that had been running at high speed instantly spiraled out of control, rampaging through his meridians.

His body stiffened in place, maintaining his charging posture, his eyeballs bulging from blood pressure, but he couldn't move a single finger.

His thinking was forcibly frozen.

That was absolute suppression from a higher level of life.

"Who gave you the courage?"

A cold voice rang in his ear.

Space distorted.

Lin Fan's figure appeared out of thin air behind One-Eyed.

That slender, powerful hand, like an iron pincer, clamped tightly onto One-Eyed's neck, lifting his 180-pound body into the air with one hand.

"Touch my sister?"

One-Eyed, an early-stage Martial Master, had no power to resist in Lin Fan's hands; this was the advantage of an S-Rank Talent.

There was no anger in Lin Fan's voice, only killing intent that froze the marrow.

One-Eyed struggled desperately, making strange "he-he" sounds in his throat.

In his despair, he remembered the poison sac in his tooth socket.

That was the Shadow Fang squad's final resort.

A deadly poison that killed upon contact; as long as he bit down, he would die in three seconds.

Even if he died, he couldn't fall into the hands of this living Yama!

One-Eyed clenched his jaw with all his might.

"Want to die?"

Lin Fan sneered.

The S-Rank [Immunity to All Poisons] gave him an extremely keen perception of toxins.

The moment before One-Eyed's teeth closed, Lin Fan's other hand reached out like lightning.

"Click!"

His jaw was directly dislocated.

Immediately after, a strange green light flickered on Lin Fan's fingertips, tapping directly onto One-Eyed's carotid artery.

[Toxin Manipulation, Reverse Flow.]

The deadly poison in that poison sac did not explode; instead, wrapped in a stream of spiritual energy injected by Lin Fan, it flowed backward through his blood and burrowed into One-Eyed's cerebral cortex.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!"

One-Eyed let out the most miserable scream of the night.

It wasn't physical pain.

It was the toxins directly corroding his pain nerves, magnifying the sensation of pain by a full hundred times.

"If I don't let you die, even the King of Hell won't dare to take you."

Lin Fan casually threw the limp, mud-like One-Eyed onto the ground.

The battle was over.

The golden flames in the courtyard slowly extinguished, leaving only scorched earth and a burnt smell filling the air.

Lin Fan turned around and looked at Lin Xiaoya.

The silver light in the little girl's eyes was fading, and her body swayed before she fell softly.

Lin Fan took a step forward and caught her steadily.

Her breathing was steady; she had just overdrawn her mental energy and passed out.

Lin Fan gently placed his sister on the sofa and covered her with a blanket.

Then, he took out his phone.

The cold light of the screen illuminated half of his blood-stained face.

He dialed the number.

"Beep... beep..."

"Hello? Little Brother Lin? So late..." Thunder Tiger's rough, loud voice came through.

"Brother Thunder."

Lin Fan interrupted him, his voice calm to a terrifying degree, "Someone attacked the family of a military technical personnel."

The other end of the phone fell silent instantly.

Immediately after, there was the sound of tables and chairs overturning and Thunder Tiger's low, suppressed roar of rage: "Who?"

Lin Fan glanced at One-Eyed, who was still twitching on the ground, and the bottomless night outside the window.

"It doesn't matter who it is."

"I want to apply for... a wartime special elimination operation."

"As long as it's anyone involved in this, even if it's a dog."

Lin Fan paused, then said word by word:

"I want it to die."