A man wearing a golden mask, his appearance and age unknown—though even Blood God, the second-in-command of the Blood Shadow Killers, has only seen him a few times. Most of their interactions occur through secret phone calls. "Thank you, Lord Blood God. I knew you wouldn't abandon me. For all these years, I've made so many contributions to the Blood Shadow—though I may not have earned any formal recognition, I've certainly put in my share of hard work," the man with the silver mask smiled. The Blood Saint himself has come personally—how could that be possible? Just as the Blood God was puzzled, the aircraft's landing gear had already settled稳稳 onto the ground. "Master Blood Saint, how did you come?" the man with the silver mask hurried forward to greet him. The Blood Saint sneered, "It's all because of you, this clumsy one. Our casualty assessment has already been issued—everyone else is dead, except you, who've been so detached. The most immediate consequence of this failure is that the name 'Blood Shadow' will no longer appear on the world stage for the next ten years. As for whether we'll make a comeback after that—well, only God knows!" The man with the silver mask bowed his head and said, "I bear direct responsibility for such extensive losses. Please rest assured—I will work diligently once I reach safety, and strive to rebuild the training facilities as quickly as possible, cultivating a new generation of elite assassins." The Blood Saint glanced at him and murmured, "I hope you remember every word you've just said. Now, let's get on the plane!" "Heh... Qin Feng burst out from the side. With both the leader and deputy of the Blood Shadow Killers now in place, such a golden opportunity couldn't be missed." "Enemies!" The man with the silver mask gasped, his legs giving way and nearly collapsing to the ground. "Perfect timing!" The man with the golden mask shouted, tearing off his mask to reveal a fierce, square-faced countenance. He wasn't even a Blood Saint—until now, he had been impersonating the Blood Saint's voice all along, deliberately drawing out Qin Feng. As he removed his mask, his body began to grow larger, his eyes turning an eerie blue-purple, and the muscles on his forehead tightening like serpents coiled across his face. "You're not the Blood Saint, you're... a high-level mutated humanoid beast," the silver-masked man said, his voice trembling. "Now that I see it, you're not entirely foolish," the other sneered. "Your mission is complete. You may now go peacefully to meet your fate. The Blood Saint has entrusted me with one final message!" "You're not fit to live—you only a dead man can keep secrets!" The man with the silver mask bolted, just two steps ahead when his body jolted, staggering and falling to the ground, a flying dagger lodged in his back and heart, only the handle visible. Qin Feng had not moved yet because he sensed a distinct difference in the mutated humanoid before him compared to the others he had encountered earlier. After dispatching the silver-masked man, the bald mutant fixed his gaze steadily on Qin Feng. "Asian, if I'm not mistaken, you're from China!" The mutant had always seemed physically strong but mentally simple, yet this one clearly possessed a significantly higher intelligence. "So what?" Qin Feng summoned his flying sword and pointed it at the bald man. "Not much—my only question is, who exactly did you kill? That's it." The bald man spoke with confident arrogance. "Is that so? Then you should introduce yourself as well!" "I'm the highest-tier mutated humanoid, with ten times the strength of an ordinary mutant." The bald man extended both large hands, performing warm-up movements as he spoke, "I don't have a name—I only have a designation! Forty-seven!" Wow, the killer known as Forty-Seven, right? How about the guy in charge is more handsome than you? I've watched that movie several times. "Designation Forty-Seven means that the first forty-six test subjects must have all perished in the lab, correct? Soon, you'll become Corpse Forty-Seven, and you'll have to go to the Reaper to collect your forty-six companions." As Qin Feng spoke, he launched an attack. The flying sword sped toward the bald man, its sharp edge slicing through the air with a crisp sound. The bald man didn't attempt to dodge, simply extending both hands to cross in front of his chest. Clang... The sword struck his arms, producing a metallic clang and sending out numerous sparks. Man, this advanced humanoid mutant is that strong! His skin is as hard as metal—consider that the Qingjing sword is sharp enough that ordinary steel would be no more than regular tofu against it. The bearded man strides forward with his thick, powerful legs, drawing a heavy dual-headed alloy battle axe from behind his back. Fire Dragon Seal! He launches five or six fire dragons, all aimed directly at the man's head and face. Though the flames don't inflict serious damage, they significantly impair his vision and slow his forward momentum. Now's the moment—Time for the Lightning Seal! Crackle! A tree-root-like lightning bolt strikes precisely on the man's head, silver arcs dancing across his body. Meanwhile, the Qingjing sword severs his neck. Yet... the man's neck remains unharmed—after all, that's one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body. After a brief feeling of numbness, he gave a carefree expression, tapped the now gleaming forehead with his hand, and smiled, saying, "Chinamen, really, that's all you've got? Truly disappointing. Since we've warmed up, it's time for the real thing—here comes the reckoning!"