Mission "Wolf King's Revenge" Completed

"The Gate of Asura, Chen Bing of Thousand Mechanisms—I've heard of you."

Shaliel narrowed his eyes, a sinister glint flashing within them. "You don’t actually think you can stop me, do you?"

In the Heaven Organization, he held the position of strategist and supreme commander.

Yet, his strength was second only to Raphael’s.

It seemed the man before him also played the role of a tactician within the Gate of Asura.

Chen Bing replied leisurely, "How would I know without trying?"

Of the entire Heaven Organization, Shaliel was the one he trusted the least.

This man was dangerously unpredictable—letting him escape would be like releasing a tiger back into the wild.

To ensure nothing went wrong, Chen Bing had set up an ambush here in advance, leaving no room for error.

"Hah, child’s play!"

Shaliel’s gaze sharpened as he spotted the faint glimmer of thin wires under the moonlight.

Chen Bing said coolly, "Child’s play can still kill."

The wires snapped taut, slashing toward Shaliel like blades.

A surge of energy rippled around Shaliel as a broken blade materialized in his grip.

Under the moonlight, their figures clashed.

The violent shockwaves of their battle sent sand flying from the shore.

Sssshhk!

A wire sliced through the air.

"How did you—?" Shaliel’s eyes widened in shock.

Even in death, he couldn’t understand how this bespectacled man had known his weakness.

Chen Bing gasped for breath, sweat beading on his forehead as he slowly raised the wires in his hand.

Shaliel cast one last glance at the moon, a faint smile crossing his lips before his eyes closed forever.

Sssshhk!

Blood sprayed through the air.

Dozens of wires sliced through his body.

Chen Bing’s own clothes were soaked in blood, wounds visible across his body.

Clearly, the battle hadn’t been as easy as it seemed.

In the distance, the sounds of gunfire and explosions echoed from Heaven’s headquarters.

"It should be over soon," Chen Bing muttered, clutching the wound on his arm.

He had never underestimated Shangguan Qianqian—that woman was formidable.

Ding!

The voice of the system rang in An Yi’s mind.

Ding! Mission [Wolf King’s Revenge] completed!

Ding! Reward: Evil Power Value +50!

Ding! Reward: [Wind Spirit Vein]!

Suddenly, An Yi felt as though he had grasped the power of the wind.

Even the faintest breeze brushing past his ears seemed alive.

"Like hell this is useful."

An Yi sighed. With four spirit veins now gathered within him, his spiritual energy was still pitifully low—not even enough to cast a single spirit technique.

But studying rewards wasn’t his priority right now.

Seeing Lin Lan’s life fading, An Yi didn’t hesitate—he poured all the Evil Power Value into his medical skills.

Ding! Congratulations, Host! [Medical Arts] maxed out! Reward skill: [Soul-Locking Technique]!

An Yi’s eyes lit up at the new skill.

Lin Chen approached slowly, his hands trembling as he looked at Lin Lan’s unconscious form.

Qin Yao woke up from her daze and immediately burst into tears, her voice choked with grief. "Brother… Mom, she—"

"Her heart was pierced. She’s already lost all signs of life."

An Yi’s expression darkened as he summoned the Nine Yang Divine Needles. His hands moved swiftly, the needles piercing precise points along Lin Lan’s neck.

Hearing An Yi’s words, Lin Chen froze.

He knew An Yi was right—Lin Lan was already gone.

He never imagined the woman who had been so cold and harsh toward him would die like this.

An indescribable pain filled his chest.

Tears streamed down Lin Chen’s face, dripping onto the ground.

Long ago, he had realized everything she did was for his sake—only her methods had been extreme, fueling the rebellion in his younger heart.

With the death of the Prefect, the entire island of Chunnan was engulfed in mourning.

Lin Chen’s body trembled, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Lin Lan.

Her face was peaceful, as if she were merely asleep.

"Wake up!"

Lin Chen fell to his knees, tears pouring down his face. "Mom… I’m back. I was wrong! Mom! Please wake up!"

Cough!

Lin Lan, who had been dead just moments ago, suddenly coughed weakly. Her eyelids fluttered before slowly opening.

Lin Chen: "…"

An Yi’s arms shook as he withdrew the needles, his face pale but his lips curling into a smile. "Done!"

The Soul-Locking Needles had drained far more spiritual energy than he’d expected—his reserves were nearly empty.

"The Prefect is awake! The Prefect is alive!"

King Taishan, sharp-eyed as ever, roared with tears in his eyes the moment he saw Lin Lan stir.

"Mom!"

Qin Yao threw herself into Lin Lan’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

Lin Chen wiped his tears, his expression returning to its usual coldness.

"Chenchen… It’s been so long since I last heard you call me ‘Mom.’"

Lin Lan looked at him, her voice gentle. "You’ve grown taller."

Since Lin Chen had fled the Underworld, mother and son hadn’t seen each other in years.

Lin Chen averted his gaze slightly, nodding. "Yeah."

"Young man, you’re a miracle worker! You saved the Underworld, you saved the Prefect’s life—!"

King Taishan grabbed An Yi in a bear hug, laughing heartily.

As the burly man’s stinking breath drew closer, An Yi’s patience snapped—he shoved the approaching face away.

"Back off, you sweaty oaf! If anyone’s kissing me, it should be Qin Yao!"

"Mom, this… this is An Yi, the one I told you about."

Qin Yao clung to An Yi’s arm, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

An Yi coughed lightly. "Hello, Prefect."

"So you’re An Yi. I’ve heard much about you."

Lin Lan smiled warmly. "Thank you."

The debt the Underworld owed An Yi was immeasurable.

But Lin Lan found herself at a loss—should she call this young man her brother-in-law or her son-in-law?

Her daughter seemed quite close to him, yet just days ago, Lin Mei’er had called to boast about her boyfriend named An Yi…

Sunlight, ocean waves, golden sand.

After the battle, Chunnan Island was enveloped in an unusual tranquility.

An Yi sat on the beach, gazing at the sea, when a gust of wind signaled an incoming object.

He caught it—a bottle of liquor.

"Century-aged brew from the Underworld."

Lin Chen sat down beside him, taking a sip from his own bottle.

Before he could finish speaking, An Yi had already popped the cork and chugged the entire thing.

Lin Chen: "…"

Burp.

An Yi grimaced. "Tastes like absolute garbage!"

Lin Chen: "…"

"That was a waste. That bottle was worth over a million. There are fewer than twenty left in the Underworld."

Lin Chen’s lips curled slightly.

Sure enough, An Yi stared at the empty bottle in horror, his soul leaving his body.

A million-dollar drink—gone in seconds. An agonizing realization struck him.

"What kind of scam is this?! A million?! Even Moutai isn’t this expensive!"

With a sigh, An Yi stashed the ornate bottle into his storage space.

Lin Chen saw right through him. "The bottle’s worthless."

"Pfft. As if I care. I’m a billionaire—why would I hoard some crappy bottle?"

An Yi scoffed, then hurled the bottle into the ocean for dramatic effect.

"Well, the bottle itself is worth fifty grand or so. It was crafted by a master artisan."

Lin Chen’s tone was casual.

"Goddammit!"

An Yi turned to Lin Chen, teeth gritted. "You’ve got way too much free time today!"

Lin Chen chuckled. "Maybe a little."