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If it weren\'t for her harboring ill intentions during the mission and insisting on getting involved with that young man, things wouldn\'t have escalated to this extent.

"Fortunately, she knew the task was more important... The trap is set, now to see what role it will play later."

The man with the Wei surname shifted his gaze from Qiao Ying\'s body to the young man not far away, who was spotlessly clean from head to toe.

He very steadily unscrewed the cylinder of the revolver in his hand, silently loaded brass bullets into it.

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When he got to the last one, he took out a bullet that was all red and had a much sharper tip.

After loading, he put the cylinder back in place, gave it a twist, and positioned the red bullet at the sixth round.

"It\'s a pity, I didn\'t bring the [ISE] because it would have been convenient for action if we were to leave it at the base... Otherwise, I could have enjoyed a close-quarters fight with him."

The man with the Wei surname seemed contemplative.

"Now, with only one gun and without a massive firepower cover, it\'s very hard to pose any threat to a Martial Artist of this level."

"Should I go back to the room to fetch the equipment?"

While he was pondering, Xue Jing, who had been going back and forth in the room, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He then bent down to pick up something from the ground.

"Is that... dice?"

The man with the Wei surname took a closer look at what Xue Jing had picked up.

There were two sixteen-sided dice, presumably used in some sort of game, each face etched with Arabic numerals. They were much bigger than regular dice, almost a third the size of a fist, and by the looks of their color, they seemed to be made of metal.

Just as he was wondering what Xue Jing was up to, he saw the latter close his eyes.

Then he put one of the dice in his right hand, casually tossed it up, as if feeling its weight.

The other hand was pointing in the air around him with an index finger while holding the other die.

His finger stopped when it pointed in the direction of where the man with the Wei surname was.

A bad premonition suddenly rose in the man\'s heart.

Trusting his instincts, he quickly dodged to the side.

The next moment—\'Boom!\'

The spot where he had just been standing looked like it had been pierced through by a cannonball; the table, screen, glass, wall—everything in a straight line had a circular, spiraling hole torn through it.

"—What the hell is this thing?"

The man with the Wei surname was astounded by the scene.

Before he could make another move, a slender figure in a wine-red suit suddenly appeared before him.

Just like being \'jump-scared\' in a horror game, startled but quick to react, the man with the Wei surname raised his revolver with lightning speed and didn\'t hesitate to pull the trigger.

"Bang—"

The revolving brass bullet flew towards the young man\'s forehead and was, of course, deftly dodged as he tilted his head in advance.

The man with the Wei surname hadn\'t expected that shot to accomplish much, only aiming to briefly hinder the young man\'s movements.

After firing, he reached into the lining of his coat with great speed and took out a metal lighter with numerous tiny holes, quickly twisting the ignition.

No sparks came out; instead, the entire lighter exploded with a \'whizz.\'

An intense flash and a deafening bang emanated from the disintegrating lighter.

"Buzz, buzz—"

The man with the Wei surname turned away, while a transparent, thin membrane suddenly grew out of his ear canal, blocking most of the damage from the noise exceeding one hundred and eighty decibels.

Even so, his brain still trembled, a constant ringing in his ears, and he could barely keep his balance, staggering a couple of times, almost falling to the ground.

He didn\'t move rashly but silently waited for his disoriented brain to recover.

The Shock Bomb had detonated right in front of him, he had prepared in advance, avoiding the Intense Light by turning away; the reflected brightness did little harm to his Prosthetic Eye, and the ear membrane guarded against most of the Sound Wave.

For ordinary people, a Shock Bomb would cause immediate blindness and unconsciousness, but for him, in a matter of seconds, he would be able to regain his vision and bodily balance.

Xue Jing, though, would suffer much more severely.

This was a weapon aimed at sensory perception; a Martial Artist\'s senses are more Agile than those of ordinary people, so overly sharp vision and hearing would cause them to suffer even greater damage.

Now both men could be said to be incapacitated, and as long as he recovered first, Xue Jing would naturally be at his mercy.

"Too young, to come close to me without any Defense measures... it\'s over," he thought.

But at that moment, an extremely violent impact hit his back, catapulting him off the ground like a javelin, spinning forward.

"Bang—"

He was embedded into one of the large load-bearing columns in the casino, piercing it right through.

"What\'s going on!?"

With a scorching pain in his back, the man with the Wei surname touched his back and found the skin twisted up as if pinched by an invisible hand.

Looking back, his vision, now recovered, saw the slender figure.

Xue Jing stood upright, retracting the fist he\'d swung, without showing any signs of lost vision or balance.

The man with the Wei surname shook his head as if his vision hadn\'t fully recovered; it was somewhat blurred, an Illusionary Vision... He thought he saw Dark Flames flickering in the young man\'s eyes and ear canals.