Chapter 7: The Final Chance to Speak the Truth

Wang Zhongshan clenched his teeth, the muscles on his arms bulging like lumps beneath his combat uniform. Yet despite this, Li Chenqiu’s face remained calm and composed, showing no sign of strain.

“Do you think you’re strong?” Li Chenqiu said as he used his other hand to sweep his bangs back toward the crown of his head.

Wang Zhongshan said nothing, but the trembling in his pupils betrayed his inner unrest.

Facing Li Chenqiu was like confronting an insurmountable mountain—always wearing a faint smile, as unfathomable as a bottomless abyss.

For a moment, Wang Zhongshan even entertained the thought of fleeing, but he quickly dismissed it.

He was the leader of the Fourth Squad of the Special Ability Division, a senior officer. If he ran away, how would those above him view him?

Click-click-click—the sound of cameras shuttering echoed from several residential buildings in the distance, accompanied by murmurs buzzing like bees.

The other Special Ability operatives on the scene stood helplessly, unsure of their next move. They feared the rain droplets, feared death, and dared not approach.

At that moment, a furious curse shattered the silence.

“You bastard, you’re asking for death!”

Gong Qiyong gripped the car window with both hands and leaned his upper body out of the vehicle. Bloodshot eyes blazing, he shaped his hands into a gun and aimed at Li Chenqiu.

“Freeze,” Li Chenqiu spoke again. A translucent ripple spread outward, suspending every raindrop within twenty meters.

In an instant, Gong Qiyong and the Special Ability operatives who had drawn weapons against Li Chenqiu were firmly restrained. Beads of sweat seeped from their foreheads, then froze in place.

“A single restrain can be broken, if you’re not afraid of being riddled with bullets, you can try,” Li Chenqiu said. At that moment, his head seemed to blur slightly, then quickly returned to normal.

The ground beneath his feet trembled; a deep pit formed several meters away.

Bang!

Simultaneously, deafening gunfire erupted from a distant rooftop.

Sniper bullets travel faster than the speed of sound, but Li Chenqiu’s brain reacted just a bit faster than sonic speed.

Though his body could no longer endure combat beyond the speed of sound, slight bodily twists were still possible.

“This… missed again?!!”

“One hundred meters away, how could this be?!”

The surrounding Special Forces operatives’ pupils dilated wildly as they involuntarily stepped back. The pressure Li Chenqiu radiated was overwhelming!

Unlike the others’ confusion, Wang Zhongshan and Gong Qiyong, who were closest, clearly saw what was happening. Because they saw it, their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

Speed surpassing sound—that must be at least a Level Five Resurrected. Such a level was already beyond the Special Ability Division’s jurisdiction; the strongest in City 11’s Special Investigation Bureau was only a Level Four Fate-Bearer.

Only now did Wang Zhongshan fully grasp that this man before him had been toying with him all along, playing him like a puppet!

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