The Black Book: Seven Deadly Sins

Leading a fierce Green Backed Wolf Dog, Zhu Haomiao strutted down the street with a group of strong and robust constables following him. Everywhere they passed, the citizens respectfully and curiously gave way.

"Is he Li Lin, Inspector Li?"

"A hero emerges from youth!"

"I heard he uprooted a gang entrenched for decades overnight; truly, a thunder-strike method, with a Buddha heart!"

"Without those beasts exploiting us, we can finally catch a breath!"

"Sigh... but I'm afraid that in a while those wolves, tigers, and leopards might return..."

...

The murmurs behind him were unnoticed by Zhu Haomiao, whose focus was entirely on the large dog at his feet.

This creature had a fierce appearance, as large as a calf, rumored to have Demon King blood in its ancestry. It was a special breed developed by Da Zhen's government, not only having strong tracking abilities but formidable combat prowess as well.

Yet, despite its aggressive nature, the fierce dog behaved like a docile kitten in front of Zhu Haomiao, rubbing against his feet ingratiatingly.

He placed his hand on the dog's head and petted it. Just then, the Green Backed Wolf Dog's ears suddenly perked up, its playful demeanor vanishing as it bared its teeth and howled into the distance.

Noticing the dog's alarm, Zhu Haomiao raised his head in surprise and detected a violent energy surge ahead.

"Ahhhh!!"

"Murder!"

"Help!"

"Run!"

"Mother!"

...

A commotion erupted from the front, with the crowd scattering like startled rabbits.

A dark shadow shot from afar like a cannonball, bouncing off the ground, tumbling through over ten stalls, and finally landing at Zhu Haomiao's feet.

"Ptooey!"

Spitting out bloody saliva, Kitano Yoshihiko struggled to rise and suddenly found a native youth standing dumbfounded in front of him, staring blankly.

"Woof woof woof!"

The fierce dog at his feet growled protectively, baring two sharp tusks, lowering its body with a threatening rumble.

Recalling past torment by dogs, Kitano Yoshihiko grimaced in disgust, casually swinging his katana to cut both man and dog into quarters.

Whoosh~

The katana, gleaming with a cold shine, sliced through the air, leaving a crescent moon-like arc on the retina.

Facing the threatening blade, the "native youth" seemed frozen with fear, instinctively reaching out a hand.

Kitano Yoshihiko's lips curled into a bloodthirsty grin, already feeling the blade slicing through flesh and bone in his mind.

Clang!

But in the next instant, his grin froze, the katana was abruptly halted in the youth's grasp, sparking brightly.

The feedback from the hilt felt less like striking flesh and more like hitting a tank's frontal armor!

A heavy, dull recoil like an electric current surged through Kitano Yoshihiko's body, making his bones ache as he stared wide-eyed in terror.

Are Da Zhen's natives all monsters?!

A kid can catch my strike barehanded?!

What kind of body toughness is this?!

Realizing he hadn't even cut through the skin, Kitano Yoshihiko's scalp prickled with numbness, instinctively trying to withdraw his blade and flee.

Shhh~

With a harsh, shrill screech of metal, the blade was forcibly withdrawn from the youth's grip, leaving a deep white mark in the palm.

On the other side, seeing the enemy turn to flee and sensing his strength surpassed his own, Zhu Haomiao frowned slightly.

Instinctively wanting to invoke Basic Force, a nimble shadow descended from above, kicking the fleeing enemy squarely in the back, spraying blood and sending him flying into a shop, crashing through walls and vanishing from sight.

"Kitano!"

A sleek, panther-like beautiful woman let out a manic roar of excitement, charging into the shop like a beast, oblivious to the youth on the battlefield.

Watching her limbs encased in light sci-fi full armor, Zhu Haomiao squinted slightly, pausing.

Descender?!

Pioneer team from another country?!

Why are they here in Da Zhen?

Don't you foreigners have your own wilds?

Just then, the subordinates scattered by the frantic crowd reconvened around Zhu Haomiao, looking at him gravely, awaiting further orders.

"Sir, it seems many experts are fighting up ahead, should we notify the city defense?"

Thunderous booms continued from the front, the intense vibrations palpable even from afar.

The ground trembled slightly beneath their feet, buildings collapsed, raising a cloud of dust, as if countless ancient beasts were fiercely battling ahead.

Such level of experts, such scale of numbers, had transcended a normal security event, unmanageable by the quasi-military Anti-theft Bureau.

Hesitating for a moment, Zhu Haomiao handed the Spirit Dog to Yan Yunsheng.

"Go notify the city defense, act according to the situation at the battlefield's perimeter, I'll go take a look."

Releasing the leash, the youth stepped into the shop, through the chaotic mess in the hall to the spacious backyard, seeing two figures locked in fierce combat.

"Kitano! You can't escape! Today, only one of us will leave the Illusion Realm alive!"

"Jin Zhuxian! You crazy woman! Wasn't once enough, you killed me once after too, we're even!"

"Even? Only by killing you in reality can our hatred end, this is just the interest!"

The panther-like beautiful woman roared, her body spinning like a top, unleashing a whiplash kick, her long leg like a giant axe swinging at the enemy.

Whoosh~

Amidst the piercing wind, the short, stout man gripping the katana gritted his teeth, bracing with his hands and blade, but was sent flying by the ferocious kick, crashing through a wall into a side room.

"Ahhhhh!"

Terror-filled screams echoed from inside, the shop owner's family hiding within, struck on the head by flying debris.

Kitano Yoshihiko struggled up from the ground, noticing Jin Zhuxian closing in, grabbing the crying shop owner and hurling him.

Bang~

With a casual wave, as if swatting a fly, the man hurled felt his spine break, crashing into the wall, with no flicker of emotion in Jin Zhuxian's eyes, she fixedly stared at Kitano Yoshihiko, a cat-catching-mouse-like smile on her lips.

"Run! Why aren't you running?!"

In the corner, witnessing her father's twisted body sliding down the wall, a seven or eight-year-old girl broke free from her mother's embrace, wailing as she rushed to her father.

"Father! Father!"

Seeing this, Kitano Yoshihiko grabbed the small girl running past, about to throw her at Jin Zhuxian, but as he lifted his hand, his action froze.

"Put her down."