If it was really as he had suspected, then these men in black were either from the Sharks or sent by Zhou Yang. The arrival of the investigation team posed the greatest threat to both parties, yet despite the low profile of the investigation team, their arrival in Binyang had been precisely leaked and timed.

The vehicle drew closer gradually, and before long, it came into view. Suddenly, the figure of a man in black on the second floor moved, as quietly as two large birds descending to the ground floor. Just as the Iveco neared, one of the men in black waved his hand at the tire of the Iveco, and that tire instantly burst.

The vehicle with the burst tire suddenly lost control and crashed into a utility pole on the side of the road. Fortunately, the Iveco wasn't moving very fast, so the damage wasn't significant.

The door of the Iveco opened, and several men stepped out—one a middle-aged man in his forties, the rest young men. They began to check the vehicle for problems as soon as they got out.

"The tire burst. No wonder it lost control. We need to change it," said the driver, slapping the deflated tire and looking somewhat dejected.

"This tire damage seems too strange. Something doesn't feel right," someone began to express doubts, while a few others started looking around to see what was different.

"What's so strange about a tire burst? It's pretty normal. Anyway, the car is broken. Do we have a spare tire? Hurry up and change it," a young man asked the driver.

"We have a spare tire, but in this pitch darkness, even changing a tire is troublesome," the driver said as he began to look for tools to change the tire.

"Boss, should we call our contact? We should be close by now," the young man said to the middle-aged man.

"All right, make the call. If they have another vehicle nearby, have them bring it over," the boss agreed.

The man called 'boss' was a middle-aged man in his forties. Ling Zhenfei had noticed him as soon as he got out of the car. There was an extraordinary quality about him, one that set him apart from those around him.

Most of the people who came out of the car were the scholarly type, with glasses and a gentle appearance, but this man exuded righteousness and spoke with a resonant, forceful voice. Moreover, there was a different kind of aura about him that was very special.

Ling Zhenfei had seen his fair share of cultivation experts, and regardless of the cultivation technique they practiced, they all possessed a kind of Northern Spiritual Energy. However, this man was different; what emanated from him was a Killing Aura.

Killing Aura is something often mentioned in martial arts novels, but its precise nature is unclear. Some classics of traditional Chinese medicine mention Killing Aura as an air of indifference toward life and death that develops after taking many lives, affecting the feelings of those around them.

While all pertaining to Killing Aura, there are levels of intensity. Whether it's slaughtering chickens or sheep, killing enough can produce a Killing Aura. The highest level of Killing Aura comes from killing humans. The Killing Aura of someone who has killed many people is terrifying, and their mere gaze can send shivers down one's spine.

The man known as the boss had such a Killing Aura. Although far away, Ling Zhenfei's Divine Sense had already sensed the severity of this Killing Aura.

"It's no use, boss. I can't get a signal," the man trying to make the call suddenly became anxious.

"Not a trace of signal. No, someone has jammed the signal," another person realized something as he attempted to call.

"You only discovered now that you can't make calls? Isn't it a bit late?" A voice sneered from the night sky.

Everybody next to the Iveco was stunned, even the boss seemed surprised. Everyone looked around, but they couldn't locate the source of the voice.

"Who's there?" The driver looked extremely frightened. There was no way he could focus on fixing the car now. He had already run off to where there were more people.

"Who the hell are you? Come out and speak."

The one called Boss shouted into the surroundings, and his voice, full of confidence, carried far away, allowing everyone around to hear it clearly.

"It's us!"

Two people in black emerged from the darkness and appeared in front of the car. Illuminated by the headlights, the pair in black attire suddenly materialized like two demons of the dark.

Upon seeing these two black-clothed figures, everyone from the investigation team jolted in surprise, especially the timid driver who was so startled that he fell to the ground. It turned out these two individuals had suddenly appeared wearing terrifying masks.

One wore a mask of Ox Head and the other of Horse-Face, reminiscent of the legendary Oxhead and Horseface at first glance, but only Ling Zhenfei knew that moments ago, these two were simply wearing black cloth over their faces, without any masks—it was two living people.

"Who are you?" the person who spoke sounded somewhat shaky as he asked.

"We are Oxhead and Horseface, here especially to take you with us today," said the one with the Ox Head mask, his voice low and ugly, cold as if it came from hell itself.

"You say you're taking us away, but why should we go with you?"

"Because you're all dead. What you're seeing right now is actually in the Underworld. Just moments ago, your car lost control and tumbled down the cliff. Everyone in the car died," Horse-Face said, his voice deep and unworldly, as if it were not a human speaking.

Ling Zhenfei felt a bit puzzled; he couldn't figure out what these two individuals at the Mingmu Advanced Stage were up to by dressing up as Oxhead and Horseface. Earlier, he had overheard their conversation and knew their intention was to kill everyone in the car, yet now they suddenly donned the guise of Oxhead and Horseface. He really didn't understand what they were playing at.

Ling Zhenfei was very curious about the game these two were playing, so he watched in silence to see what would happen next.

"You're talking nonsense. Our car only hit a utility pole. There's nothing seriously wrong. We're not dead," said the timid driver, who despite his fear, feared death even more.

"That's all just an illusion. Don't ask too many questions. Just come with us. If we're late, you might end up in the boiling oil."

"Hahahaha..."

Hearing what Oxhead and Horseface said, the man known as Boss suddenly burst into loud laughter as if he had heard an incredibly funny joke.

"What are you laughing at?" Oxhead asked curiously.

"Of course, I'm laughing at you two. Are you performing some kind of street art? Saying you're Ox Head just because you're wearing an ox head mask, and declaring you're Horse-Face with a horse head mask. Are you really stupid, or just retarded?"

This man cursed at Oxhead and Horseface, clearly having discovered their trick. Indeed, such antics might fool ordinary people, but to a skilled expert, it was nothing short of idiotic.

"What are you talking about? We are Oxhead and Horseface, messengers of hell, here today to collect your corpses," Horse-Face said, somewhat angrily.

"Quit playing ghost tricks. I joined the army in Long Hai at eighteen, and it's been thirty years now. I've killed no less than three hundred people, if not five hundred, and I've never seen a ghost, let alone Oxhead or Horseface. No matter if you claim to be Oxhead and Horseface, taking me away will not be easy."

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