The Secret to Picking Up Girls

This was a gaunt old man with a face full of wrinkles, appearing to be over eighty years old.

“Who are you? You dare to attack the police? Surrender immediately!” Wang Maoshan pointed his gun at the old man, his expression revealing his extreme nervousness.

“Hmph! Hmph! You're about to die, yet you're still so stubborn. I'll see how long you can keep it up.” The old man looked at the group of armed police pointing submachine guns at him, and said with disdain.

As he spoke, the old man's body shook, and he pounced towards the people in front of him.

His speed was simply too fast, so fast that the surrounding people could barely see his figure. Before they knew what was happening, the police officers who were about to point their guns at him felt a darkness before their eyes and fell to the ground.

Wang Maoshan, Wang Qian, and the other police officers felt a chill in their hearts, continuously firing their guns at him, but the effects of the submachine guns and pistols seemed ineffective against him. He either easily dodged them or deflected them. Then, his figure continuously swept over the heads of each armed police officer. Each time he passed over an armed police officer, that officer screamed and fell to the ground. Soon, the armed police soldiers and police officers standing beside Wang Maoshan and Wang Qian had all fallen to their deaths, causing Wang Qian and Wang Maoshan to feel grief and indignation. They had suffered zero casualties during the attack on the base under Jue Long Cliff, and they never expected that so many comrades would die here.

Wang Maoshan saw that the mysterious old man was actually swooping down towards him, and he felt a surge of mortal terror, continuously firing his pistol at him.

However, this resistance seemed useless against the old man. A strange black shadow swept through the air, quickly reaching Wang Maoshan's head, and then clawed down at his head.

“Ah!” Wang Maoshan's eyes revealed an extremely terrified expression, and then he fell to the ground. Three large holes appeared on the top of his head, with hot blood spurting out.

Wang Qian kept running through the mountain forest, watching Wang Maoshan die in front of her eyes, but she was powerless to do anything. This feeling was extremely painful, but knowing that the situation was hopeless, Wang Qian chose to retreat. This was not because she was greedy for life and afraid of death, but a rational choice, because she knew that even if she went up, the result would probably be similar. It would be better to escape and report what she knew to her superiors.

But could she escape the pursuit of that terrifying figure? The answer was still unknown.

Although Wang Qian's body was already very tired from running, she didn't dare to have any thoughts of stopping, because she knew that if she stopped, the terrifying old man behind her would soon catch up with her and kill her and Wang Maoshan and the others on the spot.

“Ha! Ha! Ha! Just a little girl, and you think you can escape from my grasp? You're too naive. Anyone who offends my Zhu family, no matter what your identity, must die.” The voice entered Wang Qian's ears from all directions, causing Wang Qian's heart to turn to ashes. She knew that death was gradually approaching her.

“Who are you? If you have the guts, come out. Don't hide your head and show your tail.” Wang Qian finally calmed her tense emotions, looked at the dark mountain forest around her, her eyes narrowed, and said in a deep voice.