Taking a deep look at these blonde, blue-eyed foreign mercenaries, Zhu Haomiao turned and left without hesitation, quickly disappearing into the night.
Soon, a torrential downpour accompanied by thunder and lightning enveloped the world. In the intense curtain of rain, even the street light's beam seemed dim. A ghostly shadow bypassed the patrol squad, silently slipped into the villa, and cautiously avoided a few security guards on the first floor.
As he passed the first floor, Zhu Haomiao could vaguely sense the massive strength contained within the muscular security guards. They radiated their energy waves recklessly, like conspicuous torches.
Or perhaps these native transcendent beings haven't learned how to restrain and conceal their energy waves?
But either way, each of these guys' energy emissions was stronger than his own. One-on-one, he might have a good chance, but one-on-many... plus their firearms... if they know how to coordinate...
Luckily, my gear can conceal my presence...
Looking down at the cloak wrapped tightly around him, Zhu Haomiao inwardly praised it.
But he also knew if it weren't for the heavy rain causing the guards to gather inside and slack off playing cards, he really wouldn't be able to infiltrate without alerting them.
After all, his equipment only concealed his presence and reduced his presence, not true invisibility.
Shaking his head silently, Zhu Haomiao activated the [Plum Blossom Step], making his steps lighter, and silently made his way to the second floor.
He could sense that his gold coin was not far away.
The second-floor hallway was dark and silent. It seemed the villa's owner had already entered a deep sleep, except for the room at the end of the hallway, where dim light seeped through the door crack.
The thick carpet made Zhu Haomiao's movements even more concealed. He reached the end of the hallway, stood outside the study, and his eyes shone with a dim black light through the gate.
At this close distance, he could clearly lock onto the [greed coin] inside, and even the surroundings of the coin were projected into his divine soul.
In his perception, a middle-aged white man with a stylish mustache, handsome and charismatic, was playing with the coin lovingly, his eyes full of greedy fervor.
Fingers placed on the doorknob, ready to push the door open, Zhu Haomiao's movements suddenly paused, a playful smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
He had a faint premonition that the [greed coin] had already "corroded" a crack in the middle-aged white man's spirit, and he could use the authority of the [Book of Black] to pollute through this crack, completely breaking down his mental defenses from the inside out.
A few meters away on the other side, Murray, using the light, was admiring the coin with a magnifying glass, completely unaware of the approaching danger.
"So beautiful! So beautiful! Truly a work of art!"
"Who exactly forged this Holy Object?"
"I can feel supreme divinity from it!"
"Maybe... I should go back and see those yellow-skinned monkeys... force them to reveal the coin's origin, and not let those rough prison guards kill them..."
Mumbling to himself, Murray suddenly felt a chill down his back, sensing something as he looked towards the gate. The previously closed door was slowly opening, revealing a thick darkness that light couldn't penetrate.
The sticky and weird darkness flowed in like a liquid through the door crack, and in the depths of the darkness outside, something seemed to be twisting and writhing.
"Hmph! What kind of trickery is this?"
Snorting coldly, Murray carefully placed the coin into the inner pocket, close to his heart, then casually grabbed the Knight Sword from beside the table, skillfully drawing it from the scabbard.
With a crisp sound, visible Holy Light gushed forth, swirling around the sword like flames, flickering unpredictably.
"God said, let there be light!"
Raising the sword and pointing it, the blazing, brilliant Holy Light dispersed the darkness, revealing a small human figure shrouded in a black cloak.
"How primitive and ignorant this country is... even the demons are so stupid!"
With a cold sneer, Murray fearlessly raised his sword and stepped forward, the fierce Holy Light drawing a straight golden line in the air, aiming directly at the enemy's head.
The small figure dodged like a ghost, the sword light only slicing off a corner of his cloak, not harming his body at all.
But that probing sword strike used only sixty percent of its strength, and Murray's Knight Sword flowed seamlessly, tracing an arc, relentlessly locking onto the enemy's vital spots like a shadow.
The small figure dodged and maneuvered, his movement technique as nimble as a monkey, but the brilliant sword light seemed like a giant net enveloping him tightly. No matter how he struggled, he couldn't break free from the sword net's strangling.
Finally, the gradually tightening sword net sealed off all escape routes, and the small figure, like a beast driven to desperation, emitted an evil, violent red glow from the eyes hidden under the hood's shadow.
One punch landed squarely on the sword's spine, the massive strange force transmitted through the hilt made Murray's eyes narrow. Utilizing the enemy's strength, he traced a circle with the treasure sword, his body rotating like a top, slicing towards the other side of the enemy.
Not anticipating Murray's swift shift in sword tactics, the small enemy couldn't dodge in time. His chest was slashed open with a narrow, long gash, blood gushing out, faintly revealing the white bones deep within the wound!
Having severely injured the enemy with one sword strike, Murray elegantly twirled the sword, revealing a contemptuous and disdainful smile.
"Speak, who sent you?"
The Holy Light attached to the sword hadn't caused additional harm to the enemy. By now, Murray had determined the opponent wasn't a demon, but a human with flesh and blood.
Since it was a human, the opponent's background was worthy of discussion.
In just a moment, Murray's mind raced through the names of over a dozen competitors, all of whom had motives to send an assassin to attack him.
But upon further reflection, he thought those competitors wouldn't be so stupid. Even if they sent an assassin, they wouldn't send such a superstitious fool.
Yet at this moment, the silent enemy suddenly erupted without warning.
Seeing the enemy, disregarding his own injuries, rushing at him with a death-defying momentum, Murray's brow slightly furrowed.
In the blink of lightning and stone fire, Murray's thoughts were racing, but his actions were not slow at all.
The sharp Knight Sword swept upward from below, cutting a pure golden arc of light that sliced the human body as if it were tofu, nearly cleaving the charging enemy in half down the midline.
Flying back even faster than he came, the short enemy spat out a mouthful of blood, his chest and abdomen slashed with a cross-shaped, bloody and messy wound!
Like a fish that's been gutted, the organs in his chest and abdominal cavity were exposed to the air, emitting a strong, bloody smell.
But rather than feeling disgusted at this scene, Murray's pupils contracted, revealing sheer ecstasy.