The Black Book: Seven Deadly Sins

After a round of discussion, the tense atmosphere among the crowd gradually relaxed, and everyone quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

The Jianghu is not just about fighting and killing, it's also about human relations...

They're not afraid of someone wanting something, at worst they'll just share some profit!

They're only afraid the other side is a reckless fool, truly believing in nonsensical justice and fairness, determined to uproot them completely!

"However... it's always wise to be cautious. That Li Lin inviting us to a banquet at the Anti-theft Bureau, he probably wants to give us a show of force. Everyone, bring enough brothers with you, to both show off and in case of any unexpected events..."

Listening to these mature and prudent words, everyone nodded repeatedly and went off to gather their subordinates, agreeing to attend the banquet together at noon.

Soon, noon arrived, and groups of fierce thugs wielding weapons converged from all directions onto the street where the Anti-theft Bureau was located, scaring the common folk along the way into avoiding them.

"Stop!"

Outside the gates of the Anti-theft Bureau, two fully armored constables stopped the crowd, scanned the area, and said expressionlessly.

"Inspector Li only allows you to bring at most two attendants each!"

Upon hearing this, the lean middle-aged man in the lead nodded.

This was to be expected, negotiations between gangs are like this, usually bringing two of the best fighters is enough.

With their dozen or so leaders, plus dozens of core elites, even if there were indeed a Sixth-Rank County Magistrate lying in ambush, who knows who would end up killing whom!

With a cold sneer in his heart, the lean man elegantly acknowledged and led the way with his two Eighth Rank close aides through the gate.

After entering, they followed the guide to the backyard, where each heavily armed constable eyed them coldly, and the imposing aura was so stifling that even the lean man felt choked.

Is this the killing intent of the military?

Indeed, it's different from battles in the Jianghu, although each of their auras seemed weak, together they exerted such heavy pressure on me...

As he pondered, the lean man sneered in his heart.

But if they think they can intimidate us with this, then they're too naive.

This kind of scene has been overplayed in storybooks!

With courage, the man walked proudly, stepping into the backyard. From a distance, he could see a table set up in the spacious Martial Arts Arena center for the banquet.

In the seat of honor, a handsome young man, as elegant as jade, leaned against the backrest, watching him with great interest.

"Commoner Song Jinhai, greets Inspector Li!"

The amazement in his eyes flashed briefly, and Song Jinhai quickly responded, proactively extending goodwill to the young man.

"Sit!"

Zhu Haomiao smiled and nodded, speaking with such friendliness and courtesy that Song Jinhai quietly exhaled in relief.

It seems this little brat... no, Inspector Li still understands the rules... he's not an ignorant fool!

As long as there's room for negotiation, then we're good friends!

With this thought, Song Jinhai's smile became even more sincere, and he sat humbly and politely in front of the young man, his two attendants knowingly retreating to the side.

Soon, the gang leaders entered one after another, paying their respects and taking their seats in turn.

Without rushing to cause trouble, Zhu Haomiao invited everyone to dine, his kind and gentle demeanor put everyone at ease, gradually immersing them in an atmosphere where hosts and guests enjoyed themselves.

After several rounds of drinks and dishes, the young man finished a chicken leg, ready to discard the bone when a classic scene suddenly flashed through his mind.

Staring at the rounded chicken leg bone in his hand, Zhu Haomiao pondered carefully, analyzing earnestly, and suddenly chuckled, asking.

"Do you think this chicken leg bone can kill someone?"

The unexpected question left everyone puzzled, but Song Jinhai, sitting next to the young man, hurriedly chimed in.

"This bone is rounded at the top and too short in length, it definitely can't kill anyone."

"Really? I don't believe it."

Zhu Haomiao played with the bone with a mischievous smile, as if holding a dagger, and without warning, thrust it into Song Jinhai's chest.

[Armor Breaking Force·Triumph]!

Drip, drip, drip, drip...

In everyone's stunned gaze, Zhu Haomiao, holding Song Jinhai's shoulder with one hand, stabbed furiously, and in just a few breaths turned his chest into a beehive. The surging blood dyed the young man's hand blood red.

"See, it can kill someone quite easily."

Watching Song Jinhai's twisted expression of agony, Zhu Haomiao patted his shoulder, chuckling as he discarded the bone, taking a napkin to wipe the blood from his hands.

"You..."

His throat clogged with thick blood, Song Jinhai's lips trembled as if he wanted to say something, but only endless torrents of dark blood flowed out.

With his heart pierced into a pulpy mess, even a Seventh-Grade Martial Artist quickly lost vitality, collapsing onto the table with a grimace, eyes wide open.

Bang!

Not until Song Jinhai's head slammed onto the table did everyone snap back from the shocking change, with his two close aides behind him screaming in grief and rage.

"Big brother!"

Clang~

However, in the next second, Yan Yunsheng, who had been lying in ambush on the side, attacked without any warrior's code.

Seventh rank ambushing eighth rank, a flash of blade light, and two heads, unwilling even in death, flew into the air, spinning and dropping seven or eight meters away.

Boom!

Everyone at the table instantly slapped the table and stood up, glaring at the young man who seemed indifferent to the chaos and was still gently wiping his hands.

"Inspector Li, what's the meaning of this?"

"You insolent fool!"

"I'll kill you, damn it!"

...

Listening to the blustery but hollow roars, Zhu Haomiao wiped off the blood on his hands, lifted his gaze, and his pupils released a sinister and terrifying Purple Gold Divine Light.

In that instant, everyone seemed to be frogs watched by a venomous snake, their movements halted immediately!

An unseen supernatural pressure enveloped the entire Martial Arts Arena, freezing everyone in place, their muscles seized up, unable even to breathe, with only their eyes able to move faintly as they looked up in terror and despair towards the scene behind the boy.

There, a high-level divinity combined with the Original Sin Authority, a giant evil serpent head shifted from virtual to real, flicking its tongue and overlooking everyone from high above.

A pair of Purple Gold vertical pupils swept through greedily, the ethereal gaze seemingly becoming tangible, an indescribable suffocating sensation engulfing everything.

The most primal fear embedded in genes controlled their bodies and minds, leaving everyone trembling involuntarily, on the verge of collapse under the giant serpent's phantom gaze.

This was not the fear of facing a formidable enemy, but the hopelessness and helplessness of confronting a higher dimensional being.

"Sit down."

The ethereal, distant whisper detonated like thunder in their souls, causing everyone's legs to give way, collapsing uncontrollably onto their chairs, heads bowed, not daring to look directly at the terror of the formidable youth.

In the short span of a few breaths, cold sweat soaked everyone's backs, their hearts pounding wildly, while thoughts in their minds became entangled and chaotic.

What on earth was that strange snake?

Was it a Martial Arts Dharma?

Yet how could there be such lifelike Dharma forms?

Even each scale was vividly depicted!

Amidst their terrified unease, a soft whisper reached their ears.

"I am frugal by nature and hate waste the most, eat, eat."