Chapter 2

In the dark world of the West, the ancient path by the secluded spring.

Under the black night, a gentle breeze blew, stirring up a cloud of dust, obscuring the tears that had fallen.

On the dimly lit ancient path, a slender figure cast a long shadow under the pale moonlight.

She had a head of golden hair tied with a sapphire ribbon, revealing a flawless, beautiful face. Her perfect figure was clad in a dark green military uniform, her left hand holding a Desert Eagle pistol, and her right hand a powerful AWP sniper rifle, exuding a striking and graceful presence.

She walked alone on the dark ancient path, her beautiful face showing no sign of panic, as if she were illuminating the entire dark path.

Her real name was Mi Wei'er. Few knew her true name, but everyone knew her title—Queen of Shadows or Shadow Goddess, a renowned figure on the 108 Divine Guards list.

Mi Wei'er tightened her grip on the Desert Eagle, her deep blue eyes calmly gazing ahead. Her clear and melodious voice echoed, "Come out."

"Hehe, as expected of the Queen of Shadows. Miss Wei'er's courage is truly remarkable, I like that."

As the soft laughter echoed, a slender figure gradually emerged from the dark ancient path.

He had wavy hair, a handsome face with a gentle smile, and a glass of red wine in his hand. His tall and slender figure was clad in an elegant tuxedo, giving him a noble and gentlemanly aura.

Looking at the graceful figure in the distance, the man's face showed a look of admiration and intoxication. He took a sip of the red wine and smiled, revealing a row of white teeth, "I know Miss Mi Wei'er doesn't recognize me. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Louis Charlo."

Louis Charlo, one of the newest rising stars in the dark world of the West, had gained a large following with his handsome appearance, gentlemanly demeanor, and lightning-fast speed. Like the sniper Sky Slayer, he was considered one of the most likely to make it to the 108 Divine Guards list this year.

"Do you have something to say to me?"

Hearing Charlo's words, Mi Wei'er's brow subtly furrowed, a cold light flashing in her eyes. People called her the Queen of Shadows, but few knew her real name. Yet, this man who had invited her here had easily called out her true name.

"Hehe, actually, there's nothing much. I've long admired Miss Mi Wei'er, so I specially invited you out for a drink and a chat..."

Charlo took another sip of the red wine, a deep and sincere smile on his handsome face, "Life is lonely like the vast sea, a solitary figure wandering alone, Wei'er..."

"Bang!"

But before Charlo could finish his poetic recitation, a sharp gunshot suddenly rang out.

A unique blue spiral bullet, filled with intense killing intent, shot straight at Charlo, swift as a shadow, like a meteor piercing the night.

"Swish."

Sensing the danger, Charlo smiled and his body vanished like a ghost, reappearing five meters away. His voice echoed, "The long night is sleepless, and I never thought I'd be able to drink and chat with Wei'er..."

"Bang, bang, bang."

Before Charlo's words had even finished, the sharp gunshots rang out again. Looking at the slender figure, Mi Wei'er's sky-blue eyes flashed with intense coldness and killing intent. She continuously pulled the trigger of her Desert Eagle, bullets streaking out in a pentagram pattern, locking Charlo in.

This despicable man had lured her out with information that interested her, only to mock her face-to-face, practically asking for death.

"Swish."

As she pulled the trigger, Mi Wei'er's body transformed into a dazzling shadow, rushing towards Charlo and cutting off his escape route.

At that moment, her figure seemed like a gentle breeze, graceful and swift.

"Common sense says that hitting is a sign of affection, and scolding is a sign of love. Miss Wei'er, to attack upon meeting, this is truly a surprise."

Looking at the bullets streaking towards him, Charlo smiled, his steps moving strangely, his body vanishing and dodging the dazzling bullets.

"Bang."

But the next moment, a crisp collision sound echoed.

"Thud, thud, thud..."

Charlo's body was hit by a powerful force, causing him to stagger back several steps before regaining his balance.

Lifting his head, he looked at the shadowy figure in front of him, his right arm tingling from the impact. The smile on his face disappeared, replaced by a serious expression.

In the instant he dodged the bullets, the woman had appeared beside him like a ghost, launching an attack. If he hadn't reacted quickly and blocked with his arm, her foot would have struck his handsome face.

Louis Charlo had never encountered such a powerful woman since entering the dark world of the West.

Whether in speed or strength, Mi Wei'er was one of the strongest opponents he had ever faced, living up to her reputation on the 108 Divine Guards list.

However, I, Louis Charlo, am not just a pretty face.

"Crack."

At that moment, a crisp cracking sound echoed. In Charlo's surprised gaze, the unique wine glass in his hand shattered, the red wine spilling down his hand and staining his clothes.

A gentle breeze blew, a strand of hair silently flying from Charlo's forehead, his side-swept bangs slowly falling.

"I think this new look suits you."

A clear voice echoed in the wind. Mi Wei'er's ghostly figure gradually solidified in front of Charlo. Her Desert Eagle had disappeared, replaced by a delicate and unique short knife.

In the moment she attacked Charlo, she had used the short knife to cut his hair and shatter his wine glass.

"Damn."

Seeing his cut hair and shattered wine glass, Charlo's face turned extremely ugly.

This woman had ruined his hairstyle and broken his custom-made wine glass.

It was truly infuriating.

"Swish."

Charlo's right hand flicked, a crisp sound echoing. A unique and elegant military knife appeared in his hand, gleaming coldly in the moonlight. His cold voice echoed, "Miss, you've ruined my hairstyle and broken my cup. Don't blame me for being ruthless."

"You'll have to have the ability for that."

A cold light flashed in Mi Wei'er's eyes, like a brilliant star.

In the next instant, her body vanished like a ghost, streaking towards Charlo like an arrow, incredibly fast.

"Hmph."

Charlo let out a cold snort, his body moving like a flash of light.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

Immediately, two black shadows crisscrossed in the night, the crisp sound of weapons clashing echoing, reverberating in the vast sky.

Sparks flew.

Both were incredibly fast, making it difficult for the naked eye to follow.

In an instant, they had exchanged nearly a hundred blows, invisible gusts of wind spreading from the center of the battle, stirring up dust.

"Bang."

Suddenly, a crisp collision sound echoed. At the center of the battle, a black figure flew back like a broken kite.

"Whoosh..."

The figure that flew back slid several meters on the ground before stabilizing, fresh blood spewing from his mouth.

The bright moonlight illuminated his pale, handsome face. The one who had been hit was Charlo.

At that moment, his face was pale, his hair disheveled, and his elegant tuxedo torn by the sharp short knife, looking tattered and worn.

At that moment, Charlo no longer had the gentlemanly charm he had when he first appeared, but looked like a ragged beggar.

"Phew."

Charlo shook his numb arm, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were fixed on the beautiful figure in front of him, a deep sense of fear and shock in his eyes.

Just as he was about to make a move, the beautiful figure vanished from his sight.

By the time Charlo reacted, a sharp short knife was already at his throat, cold and bone-chilling.

He turned his head with difficulty, and Mi Wei'er's beautiful face appeared in his line of sight.

"Does a mere newcomer dare to be so insolent before me?"

Holding the short knife, Mi Wei'er's cold eyes fixed on Charlo, her indifferent voice echoing, "Or are all the newbies these days as shameless and arrogant as you?"

"Swallow."

Seeing the flawless face so close, Charlo's eyes showed a deep admiration. At such close range, her face was even more beautiful and captivating. He swallowed hard, a faint smile appearing on his pale face, "Hey, miss, under the moonlight, can we put down the knife and have a drink and a chat?"

"Truly reckless."

Hearing Charlo's teasing, a cold light flashed in Mi Wei'er's eyes. Her short knife, swift as a shadow, slashed towards Charlo's arm.

"Miss Mi Wei'er, isn't it a bit unfair to bully a newcomer like this?"

However, at that moment, a calm voice echoed.

In the darkness, a tall figure slowly appeared.

He had short, messy hair, a chiseled face, and a camouflage military uniform that accentuated his tall and sturdy figure. His left hand held an old military backpack, and his right hand a cool camouflage sniper rifle, exuding a powerful and fierce aura.

Seeing the figure that suddenly appeared, Mi Wei'er's movements paused, her brow subtly furrowing.

Charlo, who was nearby, first froze, then a voice filled with surprise echoed, "Hey, buddy, lend a hand, let's subdue this girl together?"

"Bang."

But before Charlo's words had even finished, Mi Wei'er struck his neck with a hand knife, causing him to fall silently.

"If you want to stand up for him, state your name."

Her eyes fixed on the tall figure, Mi Wei'er said coldly.

"Nan Feng."

A calm voice echoed in the silent sky.

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A calm voice echoed in the silent sky.

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