After finishing his words, Tang Sen took a tentative couple of steps toward the door, but Ling Zhenfei immediately matched his steps towards him.

Tang Sen stopped dead in his tracks and pointed his gun at Ling Zhenfei, "Don't come any closer, or I'll really shoot."

Ling Zhenfei laughed, "Do you think I'd believe in your so-called 'ghost gun'? If you have the guts, shoot."

Tang Sen faltered for a moment before becoming agitated, "Why would I lie to you? This handgun was a gift from my godfather, Wu Yingxiong. Can't you feel that this gun is different from others?"

"There's no difference, stop trying to mystify things." Ling Zhenfei of course knew everything Tang Sen said was true, but what could a mere handgun do to me?

Tang Sen had been confident that any cultivator who saw the gun would back off without a fight. He never expected Ling Zhenfei to be utterly oblivious to its uniqueness.

"You, you're driving me crazy. This Godslayer Gun will kill you with one shot. How can you not believe it?" It was evident from Tang Sen's desperate demeanor that he really wanted Ling Zhenfei to fear the gun.

"All you want to do is escape, right? If you dare, shoot. I won't let you get away," Ling Zhenfei said, walking toward Tang Sen.

Tang Sen pointed the gun at Ling Zhenfei with a trembling hand, intense fear in his heart. However, the Northern Spiritual Energy in the gun somewhat reassured him.

Indeed, his Godslayer Gun was formidable. When Wu Yingxiong had given it to him, it came with five bullets. He used four to kill three people and wound another. Now, the last bullet was all he had left, which was why he cherished it so much.

"Take one more step and I'll fire!"

Ling Zhenfei stepped forward with a smile, "I moved forward. Shoot."

Fury painted Tang Sen's face, and he yelled in anger before firing at Ling Zhenfei.

Bang!

Tang Sen pulled the trigger, but instead of firing a bullet, the gun exploded in the chamber.

After a loud bang, the great force knocked Tang Sen out cold, and his arm was blown into a bloody mess.

Ling Zhenfei sneered coldly. Ever since he learned how to use Northern Spiritual Energy to block a gun barrel, anyone who fired at him was practically signing their own death warrant. That's exactly why he had told Tang Sen to shoot, hoping for this very outcome.

Ling Zhenfei walked over and pressed several acupoints on Tang Sen's body to stop the bleeding from his hand.

He glanced back at You Feng, "Boss You, would you say I'm free to leave now?"

Wiping sweat from his brow, You Feng knew that having Tang Sen taken on his own turf could land him in hot water if Wu Yingxiong blamed him.

"Take care, and safe travels."

What else could You Feng say? If he said too much, he might very well lose his own life.

It hadn't been long, and his men, Yang Ao and Zheng Tu, were already lying on the floor. He had no idea who this person was and how he could be so formidable.

Dragging Tang Sen with him, Ling Zhenfei walked out unhindered. Clearly, everyone had been notified not to obstruct Ling Zhenfei's path—unless they wished to die.

With a cheerful smile, Ling Zhenfei exited and made a call at the doorway, informing Guo Qing'an that Tang Sen had been captured.

Guo Qing'an was astounded, evidently not expecting the elusive Tang Sen to be netted so easily by Ling Zhenfei in Binyang, a place where Ling Zhenfei was already notorious multiple times over.

Guo Qing'an had just received notice of his upcoming promotion, all thanks to Ling Zhenfei. With Ling Zhenfei's help, he had cracked numerous major cases, greatly aiding his career advancement.

Guo Qing'an was thinking about how to get Ling Zhenfei transferred to his next workplace, as having Ling Zhenfei there was his only chance to continue his promotion.

After arranging the meeting place with Ling Zhenfei, Guo Qing'an said he would send someone over right away and insisted that Ling Zhenfei keep a close watch on Tang Sen, not letting him run away again.

Ling Zhenfei reassured him that there was no way Tang Sen could escape from him.

Ling Zhenfei sat on the flowerbed, let Tang Sen sit on a stone at the edge of the flowerbed, and lit a cigarette for himself.

"Alright, stop faking; you can wake up now," said Ling Zhenfei. Of course, he was speaking to Tang Sen, aware that Tang Sen had already woken up and was just pretending to be asleep.

After Ling Zhenfei finished speaking, Tang Sen opened his eyes. Still lying by the flowerbed, he looked at Ling Zhenfei and asked, "What are you going to do with me?"

Ling Zhenfei exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "I don't intend to do anything. Didn't we make a bet? I just have some questions I want to ask you, that's all."

"Can you give me a cigarette?"

Ling Zhenfei took out a cigarette from his pocket, placed it in Tang Sen's mouth, and lit it.

Taking a deep drag, Tang Sen exhaled a long stream of smoke and asked, "Tell me, if I end up in a cell, will I still be able to smoke like this?"

Ling Zhenfei shook his head, "How should I know? I've never been inside."

Looking somewhat disheartened, Tang Sen took another drag and said, "Just hurry up and ask whatever you want to ask."

Ling Zhenfei said, "I want to know about Wu Yingxiong's activities. What is he planning to do with all the people and military hardware he has been gathering recently?"

A slight smile appeared on Tang Sen's face, "You people are quite well-informed. Indeed, my godfather is preparing something. Amassing weapons and manpower is certainly not for a simple power struggle."

"Are you aware that there's an exceedingly significant figure over at the old Maozi's side, nicknamed the 'Tsar Bastard'?"

Ling Zhenfei was taken aback, "There's actually such a name? 'Tsar Bastard'? What does that mean?"

Tang Sen explained, "The Tsarist era was a period of considerable chaos for the old Maozi, marked by rampant killings, and this 'Tsar Bastard' is even more despicable than those from that time."

"What are you saying he's up to?" Ling Zhenfei was very curious why Tang Sen suddenly mentioned this person.

Tang Sen said, "My godfather has been gathering so many people and weapons precisely for this 'Tsar Bastard.' That guy has even more weaponry, including military tanks."

"Are the two of them going to fight?" Ling Zhenfei was surprised. Based on Tang Sen's words, that was the only conclusion Ling Zhenfei could draw.

Tang Sen shook his head, "Maybe that's not called a fight; it's what they call a 'minor armed conflict' on TV, right?"

"Impossible, the country wouldn't allow it," Ling Zhenfei couldn't believe that the country would be oblivious to such matters.

Tang Sen laughed, "Haven't you thought about where this is? This is the northernmost part of China. Head further north, and you're in old Maozi's territory. Considering how much land we've lost there over the years, you surely aren't unaware."

Ling Zhenfei was stunned; this was completely beyond his expectations and even his imagination.

"What exactly is the relationship between the two, and what is their dispute about?" Ling Zhenfei was confused.

Tang Sen threw the cigarette butt on the ground, "Even if I tell you, you wouldn't understand. Do you know about Swan Island?"

"I've only heard about it recently. It's in the Swan Nature Reserve, right?"

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