Chapter 1

Liaozhou, Linhai City.

The setting sun was as red as blood, and the great river flowed eastward.

Gao Qian stood on the embankment by the river, looking at the surging waters flowing eastward, his eyes vacant and lost in thought.

Confucius said: Time passes like this.

Twelve years ago today, ten-year-old Gao Qian drowned in the river. He was just brought to this world by the Taiyi Order, possessing Gao Qian's body, giving this young body a new lease on life.

To him, June 6th was his true birthday. Unfortunately, this secret could not be shared even with those closest to him.

The blood-red sunset cast a side light on Gao Qian's tall figure, making his neatly pressed black patrol uniform seem to shimmer, but his figure also carried an indescribable sense of loneliness and desolation.

Han Laomei, standing behind Gao Qian, paid no attention to how cool or melancholic Gao Qian looked.

Han Laomei furtively surveyed the surroundings. The embankment was empty and desolate, with a large grove of willows behind him, and not a single boat on the river. He felt this was a good opportunity to act.

He slowly opened the holster at his waist, drew the six-shot patrol revolver, and aimed it at Gao Qian's back.

Han Laomei blinked his small eyes and silently muttered, "There's a reason for everything. I'm just following orders. If you become a ghost, remember to find Du Tao..."

Although this was somewhat self-deceptive, it was enough to let him pull the hammer and trigger without any psychological barriers.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The revolver's cylinder rotated continuously, firing all six rounds in a few seconds.

At a distance of less than two meters, shooting a stationary target was no challenge for him.

This small-caliber revolver lacked power, and Han Laomei feared it wouldn't kill Gao Qian, so he aimed two shots at the back of Gao Qian's head.

To Han Laomei's surprise, Gao Qian, who had been shot, did not fall to the ground but remained standing still.

No one could withstand so many bullets, even if they didn't die on the spot, they would be bleeding and screaming in pain.

This was too abnormal!

Han Laomei had killed many people, but he had never encountered such a situation.

As Han Laomei was still in a daze, Gao Qian turned around. Han Laomei was immediately stunned.

Gao Qian's handsome face showed a strange expression, a mix of confusion, anger, and a hint of pain.

"You stupid—"

Gao Qian suddenly stopped, as a white-clad girl appeared out of nowhere, floating in mid-air like a ghost.

The white-clad girl urgently shook her head and waved her hands at Gao Qian, "Dad, don't swear!"

The white-clad girl had bright eyes and long black hair tied in a high Taoist bun. Her white clothes were in the style of a Taoist robe, making her look like a beautiful and adorable Taoist child.

Gao Qian glanced at the white-clad girl and swallowed the curse that was on the tip of his tongue.

He adjusted his emotions and forced a standard smile, "You silly melon, you've hurt me."

Gao Qian touched the back of his head and showed the blood on his fingers to Han Laomei, "See, it's bleeding."

He then asked, "Brother Han, we've only known each other for half a month, and I've always respected you. What did I do wrong for you to shoot me?"

"Even shooting me from behind, tsk tsk..."

Han Laomei had a look of seeing a ghost. Gao Qian still looked handsome and polite.

He couldn't see the white-clad girl beside Gao Qian and didn't know that Gao Qian had almost cursed.

In this situation, Gao Qian's abnormal behavior seemed eerie and terrifying.

Han Laomei had been a patrol officer for nearly thirty years but had never seen anything like this. He was terrified.

Even a Source Master with extraordinary powers couldn't withstand a revolver without a Source Armor!

Han Laomei, usually a smooth talker, was now so dry-mouthed he couldn't say a word.

Seeing Han Laomei too scared to speak, Gao Qian gently comforted him, "Brother Han, don't be afraid. I'm not a ghost, just a bit stronger."

Han Laomei's small eyes darted around, unable to hide his panic.

Getting shot six times and only breaking the skin, this was just a bit stronger? What a lie!

He stammered, "Sir Gao, I didn't mean to."

"Hmm?"

Gao Qian couldn't help but laugh, "You shot me six times, and you didn't mean to, Brother Han? That's a bit too much, isn't it?"

"I mean, I didn't want to kill you."

Han Laomei's chubby face was trembling, but his tongue was getting more agile, "Captain Du Tao ordered me to do it. Du Tao is the real culprit, I'm just a tool..."

Han Laomei suddenly burst into tears, his small eyes like open faucets, tears streaming down his face.

"Sir Gao, don't kill me, don't kill me, please..."

He threw down the revolver and knelt on the ground, looking like a devout penitent.

"Brother Han, don't be like this."

Gao Qian grabbed Han Laomei's arm and pulled him up. Looking at Han Laomei's tearful eyes, he found it particularly amusing.

He suppressed his laughter and asked, "Brother Han, I still don't understand. I'm new here, and I have no grudge against Captain Du. I haven't offended him. Why does he want to kill me?"

Gao Qian's half-smiling, half-serious expression was even more terrifying to Han Laomei, who was scared to wet his pants.

Han Laomei hurriedly said, "The batch of Shenxiantu you seized a few days ago belonged to the Black Tiger Gang. Everyone in the patrol team knows that Captain Du and the Black Tiger Gang's boss, Duan Heihu, are in cahoots. Who dares to investigate their goods..."

"Is that it?"

Gao Qian sighed, "Captain Du should have just told me. If it was his, I would have known what to do."

"Killing right away is not good."

Han Laomei nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, Captain Du went too far. There was no need to be so extreme. I'll talk to Captain Du, it was just a misunderstanding..."

Gao Qian smiled and asked, "Brother Han, do you know where Captain Du is?"

Han Laomei hesitated and said, "Captain Du is waiting for my news at the Black Butterfly Bar. Sir Gao, I can take you there."

He emphasized, "The Black Butterfly Bar is the Black Tiger Gang's stronghold. Their boss, Duan Heihu, is often there, and I'm very familiar with Boss Duan..."

"No need, this is between me and Captain Du. I'll talk to him."

Gao Qian said to Han Laomei, "Brother Han, I'm the fairest and most rule-abiding person. I won't make things difficult for you."

Hearing Gao Qian's gentle tone, Han Laomei breathed a sigh of relief. He forced a smile, "Sir Gao, you are magnanimous. I will remember your kindness for the rest of my life."

"No need, no need, it's over."

Gao Qian waved his hand and casually picked up the revolver Han Laomei had dropped. He ejected the magazine, removed the spent cartridges, and reloaded it with bullets from his belt.

Gao Qian's unhurried actions made Han Laomei shudder. He slowly stepped back, trying to persuade, "What are you going to do? Don't kill me, killing is punishable by death..."

"You are a patrol officer with a bright future..."

"I've said it, I'm very fair. You shot me six times, I'll return six shots. Not one more."

Han Laomei was desperate, "It was all Du Tao's orders, Sir Gao, please spare my life."

"Captain Du, I'll deal with him. You don't need to worry."

Gao Qian looked at the pale-faced Han Laomei, showing a hint of reluctance, "Brother Han, we've known each other for a while. How about this, I'll give you a fifty percent discount and return three shots. Fair enough?"

"Go to hell..."

Han Laomei realized that Gao Qian, though friendly and open, had a very sinister mind.

He cursed and turned to jump into the river.

Growing up by the river, he was an excellent swimmer. The river was swift, but he had a good chance of survival if he let the current carry him away.

Gao Qian suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Han Laomei's ankle.

Han Laomei, who weighed nearly two hundred pounds, was easily caught by Gao Qian with one hand, as if he were lifting an empty paper bag.

The terrified Han Laomei couldn't believe Gao Qian's strength and quick reaction.

He quickly begged for mercy, "Spare me, spare me..."

"Brother Han wants to swim, I'll help you."

Gao Qian exerted force, and Han Laomei was spun in a circle and thrown more than a meter high.

When Han Laomei landed, Gao Qian swept his leg across his back.

Gao Qian had gathered all his strength, and the kick was both fierce and brutal.

In mid-air, Han Laomei was bent into a V-shape. His spine snapped, and his internal organs were shattered.

Han Laomei spewed blood and flew two meters, landing in the surging river in a bizarre posture.

"Goodbye, Brother Han, enjoy your night swim." Gao Qian waved at the spinning Han Laomei in the river, but Han Laomei showed no sign of response.

His obese body spun a few times in the river and was quickly swallowed by the surging waters, leaving no trace.

"Ling'er, how was my leg technique?"

Gao Qian smiled at the white-clad girl beside him.

The white-clad girl gave Gao Qian a thumbs up, "One word: perfect."

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