Chapter 67

From the day Du Qian joined the Flying Tiger Corps, he became a public figure, attracting the attention of everyone in the corps in a very short time. From the commander to the janitor, no one was unaware of Du Qian.

Since the establishment of the Flying Tiger Corps, he was the first to enter through the back door, due to his connections.

At the beginning of the Flying Tiger Corps, the City Lord's Mansion set a rule: the corps would not support idle people. Even if Zhu Ziqing gave a direct order, if Fei Xue was dissatisfied, the person would not be allowed to enter the Flying Tiger Corps.

Only Du Qian broke this rule, living happily in the headquarters of the Flying Tiger Corps like a pig. It was impossible not to know him.

So much time had passed, from initial curiosity, to subsequent disdain, and now to indifference. No one took Du Qian seriously anymore, but no one was unaware of who he was.

When Du Qian introduced himself over the phone and mentioned his position, the operator would usually be stunned for one or two seconds, trying to recall when there was a unit called the Information Department in the corps. Then they would realize that the department head was Du Qian.

However, the other party's reaction was exaggerated, or rather, quite appropriate. Shouldn't they show respect to a department head?

Hell no, only outsiders didn't know that Du Qian, the department head, was even less important than a cook or a janitor. In other words, the Information Department and the Telecommunications Station had already been taken over. If they were transferred to the duty room, who knew where the call would end up.

If it really went to the duty room, the trouble would be even greater. In the duty room of the Flying Tiger Corps, there were usually several powerful figures. If they couldn't handle it, the entire Flying Tiger Corps would be in trouble.

During the meal, Du Qian knew that most of the Flying Tiger Corps' forces had been dispatched to the City Lord's Mansion to prepare for the battle with the pirates. However, a part of the force would certainly remain in the corps. It was inconceivable that someone could sneak in so easily.

"Hello, Department Head, what instructions do you have?" The call was transferred to the so-called duty room, and the other party's voice was loud and sunny. Du Qian's heart grew even colder.

A loud explosion came from a distance, followed by various sounds of battle. The red silent alarm issued by Du Qian finally alarmed the remaining personnel of the Flying Tiger Corps. Battles began almost simultaneously in dozens of places.

"I want to tell you, you've been tricked, hahaha..." After hanging up, Du Qian hid behind the door, thinking, "See if you don't get sick to death." Whether they believed it or not didn't matter; as long as it made them think, it was a success.

Hearing the sounds of fighting outside, the person tiptoeing no longer hid. He kicked the door open, and there was no one on this floor.

"Looking for death..." Finally, someone appeared, and a fight broke out in the corridor, but the sounds quickly disappeared.

"Hmph! The Flying Tiger Corps, nothing more than that."

Damn, the enemy was fierce. The fight between the two didn't last more than three seconds, and their own people were taken care of?

Du Qian recalled the units on this floor and found that they were all relatively obscure后勤 units, with few people, and naturally, no powerful figures. But they were still part of the Flying Tiger Corps, and Martial Cultivators were the minimum standard.

The door was kicked open, and Du Qian barely suppressed a scream. Damn, how stupid could you be, hiding behind the door when you clearly heard the enemy kicking doors all the way here. Your nose must have been flattened.

Two streams of warmth flowed from his nostrils, and Du Qian tensed his body, not moving an inch.

A yellow-haired head poked in, scanning the room casually. After all, he had found only one Flying Tiger Corps member in over a dozen rooms, and had easily taken care of them, which made him relax.

"Go to hell." Du Qian swung his arm, gripping the half of a spearhead and thrusting it fiercely into the guy's eye. Even though his Spirit Martial Art was only partially completed, the eye was still a weak point of the human body.

Du Qian didn't continue hiding. The office was not small, but there was nothing to hide behind. If the guy scanned the room again, he would see Du Qian hiding behind the door.

Since he was going to die anyway, he might as well fight. Du Qian was afraid of death, but he was also pragmatic. If there was a way to escape, he would have run long ago. But now, there was no way to escape, and the other party wouldn't let him go, so he had to fight.

The yellow-haired man's eyes widened. Du Qian's timing was too perfect, and the distance was so close. He couldn't understand how he hadn't noticed.

The green light pierced into the eye socket, first splashing a transparent liquid, then a gush of blood, making Du Qian feel sick.

But at this moment, he didn't dare to let go. Not only did he not let go, but he also increased his strength, pushing the half of the spearhead and even his fingers into the eye socket.

Don't underestimate the half of a spearhead. The spearhead of a Spirit Martial Art spear was not short. A complete spearhead was over two feet long, and this half was over a foot. The sharp energy tip directly pierced through the back of the skull, emerging from the back of the head. A few drops of blood dripped down the green spearhead, which remained spotless, a first-class weapon that killed without leaving a trace.

"Ah..." Du Qian opened his mouth wide, unable to believe how easy it was. These guys could sneak into the headquarters of the Flying Tiger Corps silently and kill a person in three seconds. Their combat power was definitely not low.

Du Qian was indeed a Martial Cultivator. How much combat power did he have in the last test? He couldn't remember. He had only been thinking about how to make money and hadn't paid attention, just making a casual note.

No matter how high it was, it was just over ten thousand. This level of combat power was at the bottom among all Martial Cultivators. How could someone at this level kill with a single move?

With a thud, the body fell to one side. The Spirit Martial Art was too sharp, slicing through the head and leaving half of it in ruins. Du Qian then saw that the yellow-haired man was holding a sword and a shield, a standard offensive and defensive combination.

Du Qian knew the basics. This yellow-haired man had already completed his first Spirit Martial Art, and his second was almost complete. With his eyesight, he couldn't tell how much the Spirit Shield was lacking.

Regardless, from the Spirit Martial Art, he could guess the guy's combat power level. Over fifteen thousand, but less than twenty thousand.

"Bro, I'm so awesome." Du Qian looked at the body on the ground, feeling a sense of calm. When he first attacked, he was worried, afraid, and even felt sick, but now, he felt nothing.

"Bro Qian is indeed awesome."

"Ah..." Damn, there's someone behind me.

Du Qian then noticed that there was someone outside the room. Who else could it be but Yao Jing?

"How did you get here?"

"I saw the red alarm and came to check."

"This guy..." He squatted down and turned the body over, finding a small hole on the back. From the shape, it was clear that it was a sword or knife tip.

The depth was perfectly controlled, just enough to pierce the heart without piercing through the chest. The wound was small, and barely any blood had flowed.

Indeed, Du Qian's face turned slightly red. It was too shameless to think he could easily kill a Martial Cultivator far superior to himself. It seemed impossible, but this guy was clearly dead in his hands.

At this moment, the truth was revealed. Yao Jing had struck first, and by the time Du Qian attacked, the yellow-haired man was already dead, so he had no reaction.

Du Qian had thought before that anyone who dared to enter the Flying Tiger Corps and had the ability to do so silently, even if their combat power wasn't high, must be experienced. It made no sense for a rookie like him to kill someone with one move.

It was precisely because the death was too "real" that Du Qian felt so awesome. Originally, it wasn't him who was awesome, but his sister.

"Bro Qian, it's best to go to the safe room. It's not safe here anymore." Yao Jing said. When the red alarm went off, she should have gone to a different place, but she couldn't resist.

Although Yao Jing was a second-line member of the Flying Tiger Corps, no one dared to look at her that way. A formal document had been issued long ago, making Yao Jing the second special case in the Flying Tiger Corps, after Du Qian.

Du Qian knew about the safe rooms. There were over a dozen in the Flying Tiger Corps, a last resort. It was said that the Flying Tiger Corps had been established for hundreds of years, and the safe rooms had been modified several times but had never been used.

"No need, we're going to kill people." Knowing that the yellow-haired man wasn't killed by him, after seeing the blood, Du Qian found that his back wasn't sore, his legs weren't shaking, and his body was full of energy, his fighting spirit soaring.

"Explode, my little universe."

Seeing Du Qian go crazy, Yao Jing smiled and nodded, saying, "Bro Qian, be careful. Just becoming a Martial Cultivator, your combat power isn't actually that high."

In the orphanage school, there were all sorts of ways to vent emotions. Du Qian was relatively normal. Some more aggressive methods often resulted in injuries to both oneself and others. One of Yao Jing's roommates couldn't bear the oppressive life in the orphanage school and used a dinner knife to slice the meat off her thighs, dipping it in soy sauce and eating it, eventually dying from blood loss.

Throughout the process, her face remained calm, as if she felt no pain. When she died, her face had a strange smile.

Compared to those who completely broke down, Du Qian's way of venting was considered relatively positive and upright in the orphanage school.

As for Du Qian becoming a Martial Cultivator, was that strange? Wasn't it easy to increase combat power? Bro Qian had been in the Flying Tiger Corps for almost a month and only became a Martial Cultivator now, which was quite slow.

Well, this was the thinking of a genius. Ordinary people, step aside.

A body lay in the corridor, its upper body almost cut in half, intestines spilling out. From the clothing, it was clear that the person was a janitor from the Flying Tiger Corps.

"Wait a moment." Du Qian suddenly remembered something, rushed back into his office, and quickly took out several used storage boxes. These things, which he hadn't had time to sell, were now useful.

Compared to when he processed the Spirit Fish, Du Qian was much more efficient now. The half of the spearhead in his hand was sharp enough, and with a few swift cuts, the Spirit Sword and Spirit Shield were separated.

This thing was truly strange. Originally long and large, it immediately shrank to the size of a palm when separated from the body, fitting perfectly into the box.