Logan Walker’s face was expressionless, but inside, a surge of murderous intent arose. Although his sister was not related to him by blood, they had depended on each other since childhood, and she had cared for him as he grew up—their bond was deep.

“The Blood Rose Organization, so you’re this despicable after all? In the end, are you just afraid of me?” Logan Walker asked proudly.

“Hmph! In our line of work, we only care about success, not the means. If you say we’re afraid of you, that’s not necessarily true, but since you’ve accomplished so much, it’s always better to be well-prepared.”

Logan Walker nodded and slowly bent down.

This simple movement immediately startled the old man in the black cloak, who shouted, “Don’t move! If you don’t want to see your sister’s corpse lying before you, you’d better cooperate right now!”

“What are you so nervous about? I’m just tying my shoelaces.” Logan Walker sneered coldly and squatted down on his own.

The five men’s expressions changed, and they all took a step back in unison.

Suddenly, a strange smile appeared at the corner of Logan Walker’s mouth. He said in a low voice, “Three o’clock, eight hundred meters away, there’s another person. Why not come out together? Planning to snipe me?”

Before he finished speaking, Logan Walker’s figure suddenly shot up. With both palms pressing on the grass, his whole body glided up like a giant bird.

Palm shadows danced in the air, carrying blazing solar energy, as he struck out five palms in succession, each aimed at one of the five!

The five only felt as if they had been thrown into a furnace, an indescribable heat enveloping their bodies. The surface of their skin felt a stabbing pain, as if they were being roasted to the point of oozing oil.

“Not good!” The old man in the black cloak had been cautious enough, but they still underestimated Logan Walker’s combat ability. The power of these five palms was far beyond their imagination.

Their weapons and firepower had no chance to be used, completely suppressed by Logan Walker’s palm force, leaving them only able to dodge repeatedly with their footwork.

“Widen the circle, quick, widen the circle!” The Fuso ninja knew well the mystical power of Chinese ancient martial arts. Against such attacks, only by widening the formation could they avoid total annihilation.

As for who could escape the attack range, that was all up to luck.

“Trying to run?” Logan Walker grew angry at the sight of the Fuso ninja. With a burst of palm force, he directly sealed the ninja’s blade. The blade turned back, slashing across the throat, and a streak of blood spurted out.

One down.

Logan Walker didn’t stop moving, his energy flowing continuously. Using a set of “Nine Yang Palms” combined with the inner strength of the “Flaming Sun Sutra,” he struck at his opponents’ chests one by one, like a lion hunting rabbits.

The “Flaming Sun Sutra” was the most domineering and masculine inner strength in the Chinese ancient martial arts world. Anyone struck by it would feel as if they were being burned by raging fire, scorched by the blazing sun—its power was truly terrifying.

Logan Walker moved with lightning speed, his figure flickering across the grass like a butterfly among flowers. Four of the five enemies had already fallen.

The only one left was the old man in the black cloak, whose throat was now pinched between Logan Walker’s two fingers.

Logan Walker glared with tiger-like eyes: “Those who are hiding, come out now!”

The old man’s face was ashen, and he muttered, “Are you even human?”

“Enough nonsense. Do you want five billion US dollars, or your life?” Logan Walker’s demeanor changed from that of a frail student to a deep, commanding voice. “I’ll trade your life for my sister.”

“Mission failed, only death awaits… Your sister? My companion will bring her to you. Haha, he’ll finish what we couldn’t!”

As he finished speaking, a trickle of black blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. With a strange and satisfied smile on his face, he actually committed suicide by poison!

“Whoosh!”

Logan Walker flung the corpse forward and immediately leapt after it.

Bang!

A tree as thick as an arm, where he had just been standing, was struck by a bullet and crashed to the ground.

Logan Walker moved with incredible speed, his reactions even faster than a bullet. In just a few leaps, he had already closed in four or five hundred meters. Suddenly, he shouted, and a surge of energy burst forth.

A Buddhist technique—Lion’s Roar!

The hidden sniper had waited patiently, not firing even as all his companions died, just to prepare that one fatal shot. But he hadn’t expected Logan Walker’s sense of danger to be even keener than a wolf’s.

The shot missed, and Logan Walker charged straight at him. The sniper hurriedly aimed through his scope to fire again, but suddenly a sharp pain pierced his ears, and with a “clang,” the scope shattered to pieces!

Logan Walker’s roar had directly shattered the sniper’s eardrums and scope!

Without his scope, the sniper was like a tiger with its claws and fangs removed. With his eardrums ruptured, how could he possibly stop Logan Walker from approaching?

Crack!

Logan Walker pressed both hands against the sniper’s forehead. There was a crisp sound, the skull split open, and blood gushed from the eyes, nostrils, and mouth—the sniper died instantly.

After killing six people in a row, Logan Walker had no time to deal with the aftermath. He had only one thought now: to rush home and save his sister.

As soon as he reached the building, the pungent smell of blood was already strong in the hallway.

Logan Walker was burning with anxiety. He pushed open the door and entered, only to see his sister lying naked on the floor, barely clinging to life. Logan Walker’s heart instantly plummeted to the depths; tears he had never shed as a man now fell like rain.

“Sister…”

Cradling his sister in his arms, Logan Walker’s tears flowed uncontrollably, his mind on the verge of madness.