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"Seven hundred!"
The atmosphere in the auction room was already frenzied, and prices continued to climb.
Zhao Fangxu successfully used his wealth to attract everyone's attention, and he and several other equally wealthy buyers bid against each other, putting on a great show.
After successfully switching the items, Zhang Yunyuan subtly gave Zhao Fangxu a wink.
Zhao Fangxu understood immediately.
He pretended to be annoyed by the continuous bidding, snorted heavily, and gave up the auction while cursing.
"Damn it, a bunch of poor bastards! Competing with you would lower Master Huang's status!"
He spat to the side, then waved at Zhang Yunyuan and Feng Baobao with a disgruntled expression.
"Let's go, let's go! This place is so shabby, it smells so cheap and shabby, it's no fun!"
His vulgar and rude behavior drew angry stares from many people around him, but it also perfectly matched his "nouveau riche" persona, and no one doubted their motives for leaving early.
The three of them, escorted by several black market guards, swaggered toward the exit.
They were about to leave this oppressive underground space.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows on the side without warning, blocking the three people's path.
The newcomer was a tall, thin white man wearing a tight leather jacket and a silver smiling mask. He exuded an aura of agility and danger, like that of a cheetah.
"Mr. Huang, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"
The voice behind the mask carried a hint of amusement and coldness.
"Our boss would like to invite the three of you to stay a little longer and have a cup of tea."
Zhao Fangxu felt a chill run down his spine, but his face remained arrogant.
"Tea? My ass! A good dog doesn't block the way, get the hell out of my way!"
As he spoke, he secretly gathered his Qi in his palm, ready to make a move at any moment.
Zhang Yunyuan's cloudy old eyes narrowed slightly, and the Primordial Dao Qi had already begun to circulate within his seemingly frail body.
At this tense moment.
The mutation occurred again.
Feng Baobao, the maid who had been following behind the two like a wooden puppet, suddenly moved.
Perhaps it was the subtle hostility she sensed from Zhao Fangxu and Zhang Yunyuan, or perhaps it was the dangerous aura emanating from the masked man that triggered some primal instinct in her.
Her reaction was incredibly fast.
They reacted even faster than Zhao Fangxu and Zhang Yunyuan.
In her usually somewhat vacant eyes, a wild, ferocious glint flashed, one that even she herself was unaware of.
She didn't use any techniques or moves.
She instinctively picked up a shovel that someone had left leaning against the corner of the wall...
It was a rusty shovel used to clear silt from underground sewers.
But in her hands, this ordinary shovel seemed to have become a deadly weapon.
Feng Baobao's movements are simple, direct, and brutal, yet they possess an appalling skill that seems to have been practiced a thousand times.
A standard, unmistakable "brick-throwing" action.
The Westerner wearing a smiling mask didn't even have time to react.
He felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and an irresistible force, accompanied by a whistling sound, slammed hard into the back of his head.
"boom--!"
A dull thud, so muffled it made your teeth ache, like a watermelon being smashed.
The masked man's smile froze instantly. Before he could even utter a sound, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed forward, unconscious on the spot.
A single, decisive blow; clean and swift.
The entire passage fell into an instant silence.
Zhao Fangxu's mouth dropped open, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and his disguise and composure completely crumbled at that moment.
His mind was filled with a series of question marks.
This...this silly maid...just now...used a shovel...and killed a master who was at least at the peak of the second tier in one move?
However, what came next was even more unsettling.
After successfully striking, Feng Baobao's face remained expressionless and blank.
She glanced at the masked man lying unconscious on the ground, then looked at the shovel in her hand.
Then, she made a move that caught both Zhao Fangxu and Zhang Yunyuan off guard.
She walked to the wall, picked up a shovel, and began... digging a hole.
One shovel, one shovel, and another.
His movements were skillful and powerful; his practiced posture resembled that of an old farmer who had toiled in the fields his whole life.
She seemed to want to bury the guy she'd knocked unconscious right there on the spot...
Zhao Fangxu's brain completely shut down.
What is this all about? !
Meanwhile, Zhang Yunyuan, standing to the side, also twitched his feigned old face: ? ? ?
He immediately signaled to Feng Baobao with his eyes to stop her.
Feng Baobao suddenly stopped digging the hole.
She tilted her head, looked at Zhang Yunyuan, then at the perfectly sized pit on the ground, her eyes filled with confusion.
It's as if it's asking: Aren't you going to bury it?
But she obediently stopped what she was doing, threw the shovel aside, and stood back behind Zhang Yunyuan, reverting to her dazed expression.
These astonishing acts of "killing the enemy with a single shovel" and "burying people on the spot," though occurring in just a few breaths, struck Zhao Fangxu's heart like a heavy hammer.
He looked at the "silly maid" who had become harmless again, and then at the "old accountant" who looked "calm and collected." An absurd yet incredibly clear thought exploded in his mind.
He finally understood.
Why does this "Master Yun" always carry such a seemingly useless "burden" with him?
This is by no means a burden!
This is clearly another, even more unfathomable, and even more... unconventional master!
Zhang Yunyuan's hoarse voice woke Zhao Fangxu, who was still petrified.
Without further hesitation, the three quickly left this place of trouble.
The moment he returned to the ground and breathed in the fresh air, Zhao Fangxu immediately pulled out an extremely concealed communicator and swiftly issued commands using coded language that only he could understand.
"Target 'Pandora,' key evidence in hand, time to close the net!"
"All personnel, assemble with lightning speed! Seal off all exits, do not let a single person escape!"
Following his order.
The entire underground world of Tianjin was completely ignited that night.
Countless shadowy figures belonging to the Tianjin Guard emerged from every corner of the city, like a well-woven net, quietly tightening towards the abandoned underground sewers of the concession.
A major purge targeting foreign evil forces has begun.
The mastermind behind all this, Zhang Yunyuan, had already quietly returned to that secluded little villa with Feng Baobao, keeping his achievements hidden.
Chapter 124 Sword Breaks Through Demonic Shadow, Bao'er's Shovel Displays Divine Power
Dawn in Tianjin begins with a thin layer of salty, fishy mist rising from the Haihe River.
However, tonight, this fog is mixed with an overwhelming stench of blood and gunpowder.
"Hold the left flank! Don't let them break through the defenses!"
Zhao Fangxu's voice was hoarse. With a strike of his family's "Splitting Palm," he sent an enemy who was trying to sneak up on him flying, causing his internal organs to shift and him to spit out blood. However, another person also slashed a deep, bone-revealing wound on his left shoulder.
The battle had been going on for almost an hour.
In the darkest hour before dawn, he personally led the elite of the Tianjin Gate Guard, like a sharp dagger, straight into the heart of the "Pandora" black market.
The anticipated swift and decisive victory did not materialize; instead, a fierce and arduous battle ensued.
The members of the Tianjin Guard are all men who have survived countless battles, and their teamwork is already superb.
But what they faced was a group of monsters that could not be fathomed by common sense.
Some enemies can transform into a slippery shadow, darting across the ground at high speed, and ordinary swords and blades cannot harm them in the slightest.
Some can spit out a highly corrosive green venom from their mouths; even a tiny bit of it will cause the skin to split open.
Even more bizarrely, several men dressed in black priest robes were chanting incantations, and invisible mental shocks pounded into the minds of the Tianjin guards like heavy hammers, making them impossible to defend against. Several skilled men had already bled from all seven orifices and died on the spot.
These unheard-of Western techniques completely threw the Tianjin guards into disarray.
In the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn, more than half of the brothers he brought had been killed or wounded.
"Boss, we can't hold on any longer! These foreign devils are too cunning!"
A trusted aide, covered in blood, retreated to Zhao Fangxu's side, a writhing black tentacle wrapped around his arm, frantically burrowing into his flesh.
Zhao Fangxu's eyes narrowed, and he pointed his fingers like a knife, precisely severing the tentacle. A surge of scorching Qi penetrated the tentacle, completely incinerating the remaining evil power.
He watched his brothers fall one by one, his heart bleeding, yet he remained absolutely calm.
"Shrink your formation and hold on!"
He knew very well that if they could hold out until dawn, the management agencies for supernatural beings from other nearby cities would arrive, and they would be saved.
However, the enemy clearly wouldn't give him that chance.
Three exceptionally powerful Westerners surrounded him in a triangular formation, their faces bearing cruel smiles reminiscent of cats toying with mice.