The man's neck had been twisted a full three hundred and sixty degrees. His eyes bulged with horror at the moment of death.
"Abandon target number one."
The Pope followed the business van, speeding away into the distance.
Chu Hao jumped out of the car. His face was extremely grim. This surprise attack had caught him completely off guard.
As time passed, he finally regained much of his composure. He was surrounded by many onlookers who were pointing and discussing the scene.
"'Young man, are you alright?!' a kind-hearted person asked.
Chu Hao ignored the passerby and left the place, his heart burning with raging fury.
"Whoever you are, you're all going to die."
Chu Hao's anger was unprecedented. If it weren't for the Ghost Servants, he too might have been taken or killed.
No matter what, he had to catch them. They had taken Yi Qinglian, and they had done it right under his nose. To tolerate this would be to castrate his own honor.
Chu Hao's eyes were ice-cold as he said, "System, enhance my physique."
System: "Recommendation for the Host to purchase the Advanced Cleansing Marrow Manual."
"Ding... Host has purchased the Advanced Cleansing Marrow Manual, consuming 3000 Pretentiousness Points, 600 Pretentiousness Points remaining."
"Ding... Host has gained 1000 Mana Points."
Pretentious Expert: Chu Hao
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Pretentiousness Points: 600
Career Ability: Pretentious Dice
Ghost Servants: Diao Chan, Sadako, Chu Beauty, Jiayeci, Ghost Dragon (Qiu)
Chu Hao immediately felt a wild power coursing through his body, his heart pounding violently.
If anyone were present, they would be shocked. The beating of a human heart was so loud it could be heard from the outside.
Especially striking was the crackling sound coming from Chu Hao's bones, like beans being fried in a pan.
Chu Hao lifted his head, his eyes seemingly sparking with arcs of electricity. At this moment, he felt an overwhelming power surge throughout his body.
If Tang Mo were present, she would be shocked to discover that Chu Hao's inner strength was radiating outward—a skill only available to a Martial Arts Grandmaster.
That inner strength, like a miniature tornado, filled every inch of his muscles with boundless explosive power.
Chu Hao was astonished. "So strong."
When he had obtained the Intermediate Marrow Cleansing Manual, he had already reached speeds of nearly seven to eight meters per second. So, with the Advanced Marrow Cleansing Manual? His speed must have at least doubled.
Chu Hao focused on the road and took off like an arrow, a gust of wind sweeping past him.
Passersby caught sight of him and were stunned to see him sprinting away wildly.
"What the heck!! Someone's running on the road, so fast!"
He was so quick that he left many vehicles on the road trailing behind him in an instant.
"Damn, it's like the Flash!"
A young person took out their phone to take a picture, but unfortunately, Chu Hao was gone in a flash.
"Ding... Host has performed a Shocking Show-Off, gaining 200 Pretentiousness Points."
A driver was in a rush to get to the hospital because his wife was about to give birth.
He was driving very fast. When he glanced at the rearview mirror, he suddenly got the shock of his life: someone was chasing his car from behind and was about to catch up.
"I must be seeing things," he exclaimed.
When the driver looked again, that person... was already running shoulder to shoulder with the car.
"Ahh!! A demon!" the driver screamed.
"Ding... Host performed a Scary Show Off, earning 100 Pretentiousness Points."
In the business van, there were four hijackers in total, each with an extraordinary demeanor. If one had to label them, they would be called assassins or mercenaries, exuding the aura of ruthless criminals.
One of the hijackers frowned and said, "Pope, the client asked us to capture Number One, but you caught a young girl instead. Is this really okay?"
The Pope replied coldly, "That kid is a bit strange. Qing Lang is dead."
Qing Lang was a second-tier mercenary. How could he be dead?
Moreover, they had observed Chu Hao. That kid was just an ordinary person. How could he possibly have killed Qing Lang?
The expressions of the three were peculiar.
The Pope began to doubt the client's origins, wondering why the person they were instructed to capture was so extraordinarily tricky.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, the Pope would never have believed the terrifying scene: Sadako instantly twisting Qing Lang's neck in a 360-degree rotation, leading to a gruesome death.
Qing Lang's death was unexpected to the others. But in their line of business, who wasn't living each day with their head on the line? Thus, they weren't deeply affected, and one asked, "So what are we doing with this young girl?"
The Pope said, "She is Yi Qinglian."
"What!" The other three hijackers were ecstatic.
Yi Qinglian was also one of the bounties in the assassin world, worth twenty million US dollars. This wasn't just for any reason; she was the darling of the old head of the Yi family in the capital. The instructions were not to kill her but to capture her alive.
The hijackers joyously said, "Who would have thought that on a mission , we'd have such an unexpected windfall."
"Haha... Twenty million US dollars! That'll be enough for us to live extravagantly for quite a while, worth even more than the Number One target."
The Pope thought about it and decided to call the client. He said coldly, "You've tricked me."
On the other end of the phone, a voice replied icily, "You didn't capture the person?"
The Pope was stunned. Was the other party observing him?
As a first-rate figure among mercenaries, the Pope's observation skills were incredible, yet he hadn't noticed anyone watching him.
The Pope angrily demanded, "Answer my question! Who exactly is the person you want us to capture? One of my men is dead."
The person on the phone said, "As expected. Ordinary people cannot capture him."
The Pope, enraged, demanded, "What do you mean by that?"
It was obvious the person on the other end didn't want to say much more to the Pope. "The one million US dollar reward will still be given to you," they said.
The Pope finally relaxed and asked, "Can you tell me who he is?"
"You're better off not knowing."
At this moment, in a corner of the street, a woman with an excellent figure, wearing a duckbill cap and slightly lowering her head to hide her face, hung up the phone. She said, "Yao Hu, the mercenaries have failed."
This woman was the Ghost Princess, one of the Twelve Protectors of the Nether Cult.
The other person was naturally Yao Hu.
They had come for the True Word Brush.
Ever since Chu Hao subdued Dong Qi and exposed the True Word Brush, Yao Hu and the Ghost Princess had seen it and immediately reported it to the cult leader of the Nether Cult.
The Cult leader issued an order: no matter what, they had to obtain the True Word Brush, and the information must not be leaked.
However, these two did not know the true extent of Chu Hao's strength and didn't want to act rashly. Yao Hu had come up with a plan to hire some mercenaries to take the lead, but it had failed.
Yao Hu, a spirited, white-haired middle-aged man, sneered, "So-called first-rate mercenaries. That's all they amount to."
The Ghost Princess said, "Why bother with probing? If we both make a move, capturing that kid is a sure thing."
Yao Hu cautiously replied, "I suspect he has the help of a powerful evil ghost behind him. It's best to be cautious."
The Ghost Princess was unimpressed. So what if there were evil ghosts?
As long as they didn't give Chu Hao a chance, it would be easy for the two of them to take him down. After all, they were not Dong Qi.
The Ghost Princess asked, "So what do we do now?"
Yao Hu stroked his chin and said, "We'll see how it goes. That kid can't escape anyway."