Naming Technique of the Night

A streak of blood, like lightning, ran from his forehead to his chin.

The assassin's eyes widened, seemingly in disbelief.

Meanwhile, Xiao Ying noticed that someone had stripped the raincoat off the assassin at some point. The assassin, who had originally been wearing a raincoat, now revealed the black jacket underneath.

The dead assassin fell backwards, heavily crashing into the pooled water formed from the torrential rain.

Xiao Ying suddenly looked towards the backs of the older women, just in time to see someone in the crowd quickly donning a black raincoat and disappearing into the residential area.

Xinglong Residential Area was large, one of the first commercial residential buildings in Los Angeles City, consisting of more than sixty apartment buildings.

Normally, Xiao Ying didn't notice how complex the layout was, but now it seemed like a labyrinth that swallowed people in an instant.

Xiao Ying closed the taxi doors and ran towards the assassin while saying through the communication channel, "Road Team, there's an unidentified person on the scene. I was just targeted by an assassin at the entrance of the residential area, but this person suddenly mingled in with the dancing older women and not only took out the assassin but also grabbed his raincoat.

"Where is he now?" Lu Yuan asked gravely.

"He went inside the residential area. I think he might be an ally," Xiao Ying said.

He squatted down to check on the assassin's wounds and was startled to find that what was stuck in his forehead was nothing but an ordinary playing card.

It couldn't be more ordinary.

From a distance, Xiao Ying hadn't seen clearly and thought it might be some kind of special weapon, but now, as the heavy rain poured down, the card, soaked by the rain, limply clung to the assassin's forehead.

In shock, Xiao Ying looked into the depths of Xinglong Residential Area. How had he managed to drive a paper playing card into one of the hardest bones in the human body?

He flipped the wet card, and a joker stained gray by the rain silently laughed on its face.

Red lips, as if stretching to the ears.

"Road Team, this person on the scene is a Transcendent," Xiao Ying said, "Level unknown."

"Is there a wound on the spleen of the deceased's body?" Lu Yuan asked.

Xiao Ying opened up the assassin's black jacket, "Road Team, there's no wound."

Lu Yuan was puzzled; this was not what they had predicted.

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More than one apartment building was ablaze.

Within just a few minutes, three buildings had caught fire, and not even the torrential rain could disperse the thick smoke.

The concrete structures, originally meant to shelter from the wind and rain, now isolated the inside of the buildings from the outside. Outside, the rain poured down heavily, while inside, the fire spread rapidly, smoldering intensely.

The heavy rain outside muffled the noise, but inside, Liu Dezhu and his family could hear frantic footsteps in the corridor.

Everyone was rushing downstairs.

"Mom, Dad, let's go," Liu Dezhu could no longer heed Qing Chen's warnings. It wasn't that he didn't want to obey, but he was forced to leave.

Although he was unaware of what dangers awaited outside, it was better than being burnt to death inside the building.

"The rain is too heavy outside, let me grab an umbrella!" Wang Shufen said.

"What are you thinking about getting an umbrella at a time like this?" Liu Youcai, pulling his wife, rushed outside, and the moment they opened the door, they were greeted by a ceiling clouded with black smoke. The smoke and the burnt air made everyone cough violently.

In the corridor, there were mixed sounds of shouting and gasping as everyone desperately tried to escape.

Their old residential area had only seven floors and no elevator.

There was only one staircase for an escape route.

Liu Dezhu rushed back into the apartment and then back out, "Towels! Cover your mouth and nose!"

At that moment, a middle-aged man, frantically trying to escape, accidentally bumped into Wang Shufen with his shoulder as he passed by Liu Dezhu's home.

Causing both of them to tumble down the stairs.

"Mom!" Liu Dezhu's eyes widened in panic.

He rushed down the steps to help Wang Shufen but saw his mother's ankle twisted unnaturally, clearly broken.

"Don't worry about me, just run downstairs. Let your father help me," Wang Shufen anxiously said.

"Dad can't carry you," Liu Dezhu said as he hoisted his mother onto his back, then yelled at Liu Youcai, "Dad, what are you waiting for, run!"

At this moment, Liu Dezhu was somewhat thankful that he had been injected with Genetic Potion. If it weren't for the potion enhancing his physical abilities, he might not have been able to carry his mother.

The family of three hurried downstairs. The middle-aged man who had collided with Wang Shufen struggled to his feet. Liu Dezhu almost kicked him, but he restrained himself.

Wang Shufen lay on her son's back, her broken ankle initially numb, then followed by piercing pain.

But she didn't make a sound, fearful of distracting her son.

As Liu Dezhu carried his mother down the stairs, he kept reassuring her, "Don't be scared, Mom. The fire started upstairs, running down won't hurt us. I'm not an ordinary person now; carrying you isn't tiring at all."

Suddenly, Wang Shufen felt that her ankle wasn't hurting as much.

When the family of three rushed out of the corridor, hundreds of residents had already gathered there.

The fire had come so suddenly that most people hadn't had time to grab an umbrella. Dense raindrops hit everyone, and looking up at the black smoke billowing from the rooftops, their expressions were helpless and bewildered. Your next read is at empire

Those with cellphones urgently dialed 119, while those who hadn't managed to bring their phones could only wait in the rain.

At that moment, Liu Dezhu, carrying his mother, surveyed their surroundings.