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Chapter 106: Leaving No Stone Unturned

Chapter 106: Leaving No Stone Unturned

Two days later.

In Jinling City.

In a roadside art gallery, the owner was carefully wiping the dust on the counter.

Three girls in school uniforms walked into the gallery, but they weren't interested in the paintings. Instead, they were all pointing and whispering about the gallery owner.

"He's so handsome."

"Where? Just average."

"Average? Then why were your eyes wide open when you walked in?"

The owner smiled and put away the cloth, approaching the girls, "Can I help you with something?"

"No, no, we just want to look around."

"You can continue with your work."

"Alright."

He shrugged and continued cleaning.

A gust of wind blew.

The quill that the owner had placed on the counter fell to the ground. As he bent down to pick it up, a crystal ball on the table rolled off its stand, shattering into eight pieces.

"What happened?"

After thinking for a moment, the owner took a brush and painted his chin with blue paint.

Ding-ding-ding...

Five men in black uniforms entered the gallery. They had a serious look, and their synchronized movements indicated a military background.

The three schoolgirls felt a chill down their spines when they saw the men and quickly left the gallery hand in hand.

"What can I do for you?"

The owner flicked his wrist, secretly pulling out a tarot card from under the table.

"We are special agents from the Dragon Country Strategy Team." Ah Jian stepped forward and pointed a gun at the owner, "Don't move, raise your hands where I can see them."

"Okay, I'll raise them."

"Jin Xin?"

"Yes."

"Raise your hands and walk slowly towards me. Don't try any tricks."

"Can... I ask what you guys are here for?"

"You know very well." Ah Jian waved his hand, "Slowly walk over."

"Ah... I see."

Jin Xin smirked, flipping the tarot card hidden in the back of his hand to his palm.

The five agents immediately became tense.

With quick reflexes, Ah Jian fired a shot through Jin Xin's palm.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Jin Xin turned to look at the tarot card in his hand and couldn't help but curse, "Of all the cards to draw, why did it have to be this one?"

The tarot card depicted a tall tower being split in half by a bolt of lightning from the sky.

The bottom of the card read: The Tower.

A chill ran down Ah Jian's spine. When he looked forward, he saw a bunch of bombs with weird smiling faces suddenly appearing inside the gallery. The fuses were almost burnt out.

"Find cover, now!"

Ah Jian yelled and rushed out of the gallery.

With a cold laugh, Jin Xin took advantage of the chaos to escape through the back door.

Boom!

The gallery exploded into the sky, with glass shards, and the force of the explosion injured countless bystanders.

A fragment wounded Jin Xin's forehead. He took out a paintbrush from his pocket, drew two lines on his face, and the wound healed instantly.

The street was in chaos.

As Jin Xin fled, he used the paintbrush to draw on his face, and soon he transformed into a beggar. He took off his suit, flipped it inside out, and with a light shake, it immediately turned into ragged clothing.

"What caused the explosion?"

"Was it a gas leak?"

"Quick, call the firefighters!"

Bystanders stood nearby, fervently discussing the gallery that was now in ruins.

Jin Xin hid amidst the crowd, moving against the flow of people.

A foreboding feeling overcame him. He looked both ways and spotted two agents disguised as civilians approaching him.

Jin Xin sneered and walked straight towards the agent on the left.

"Stop."

"Get lost!"

Jin Xin landed a punch on the agent's face.

The agent grunted in pain and fell to the ground.

Jin Xin leaped over the agent and headed for the alley behind the street. He could hear the rapid footsteps of pursuers behind him. Turning around, he saw a disheveled Ah Jian raising his gun, aiming at his back.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ah Jian fired three shots.

Jin Xin's back was immediately drenched in blood, but he seemed unfazed by the pain and continued to march towards the end of the alley.

Ah Jian grabbed his earpiece, "Gu Yi, he's heading towards our encirclement."

"Understood, the helicopter is on standby," Gu Yi replied. "Ah Jian, check your phone and hide in the location I've marked."

"Why hide there?"

"Don't think too much, just do it."

Ahead was a dead-end. Jin Xin vaulted over the high wall, only to be greeted by a sea of gun barrels aimed at him.

"Jin Xin, you're surrounded," Qu Kangping, with a cigarette in his mouth, taunted. "Unless you grown wings, you won't be escaping from here."

"Heh, why don't I try and see?"

Jin Xin pulled out a blue-colored brush from his pocket and drew a line on his face.

"Don't let him cast any spells, shoot him!"

Bang Bang Bang!

Bullets rained down, shattering Jin Xin's right arm. His body was soon riddled with bullet holes.

With a muffled grunt, Jin Xin collapsed, his wounds oozing a spectrum of colored blood.

Tarot cards spilled from his pocket, scattering on the ground.

"Quick, sprinkle salt on him!"

The agents rushed forward, throwing salt canisters at Jin Xin.

The salt landed on Jin Xin's body, igniting silvery-white flames.

Jin Xin let out a scream of pain. Despite the relentless assault from the agents, he managed to draw a card from the pile with his bloodied fingers.

The card depicted a man hanging upside-down from a cross, with the English words "the-hanged-man" written below.

Holding the card, a thin line of blood appeared on Jin Xin's neck.

"Sorry, captain," Jin Xin smirked. "Although I don't have wings, I can still fly."

Jin Xin's head detached from his neck, suspended by a rope that appeared out of nowhere, soaring into the sky.

Qu Kangping aimed his gun and fired at the flying severed head, but the bullets seemed unable to hit the almost dead man's head at all.

"Damn, Gu Yi actually predicted this?" Qu Kangping grabbed his walkie-talkie, "Deploy the helicopters!"

Three helicopters promptly emerged, surrounding Jin Xin.

The rotor blades churned the air, causing turbulent winds which made Jin Xin's flight erratic. The rope that held his head swayed left and right, making it difficult to control his direction.

"You mere mortals, think you can slay a god?"

Jin Xin shouted defiantly.

If it wasn't for the severe limitations on his powers in the real world, how could he be in such a predicament?

Jin Xin decided to give in. He let the rope sway freely, letting the wind carry him wherever it pleased. Even he had no idea where he would end up. No matter how clever these people were, they couldn't possibly predict the outcome of such a random event.

"You think you can capture me? Dream on!"

Jin Xin's severed head darted chaotically in the air, reminiscent of a kite with its string cut. Glancing downward, he headed straight for a manhole cover on the ground.

Thud!

Jin Xin's decapitated head knocked off the manhole cover, only to find someone already there beneath the lid.

Ah Jian aimed his gun at Jin Xin's floating head and said, "Sorry, this place is fully occupied."

Bang!

The bullet pierced through Jin Xin's forehead.

Jin Xin let out a strange cry, uncontrollably flying backward.