Chapter 48: The Twin Fiends of Purple and White

“There are still experts among them, Master Kou. It’s up to you now.”

Lin Yang had already seen it: after the collision, two people stepped out of Jiang Zuofeng’s SUV—a man and a woman.

The man’s appearance was grotesque: dyed white hair, half a set of eyebrows, small, deep-set eyes with drooping corners that gave him a sly, sinister look, a large, flat nose with flared nostrils, and a mouth full of protruding buck teeth. These features combined to create a face so hideous it could frighten a child to tears.

The woman, on the other hand, was strikingly beautiful. Her hair was a vivid purple, and though she did not quite compare to the likes of Qin Menong or Murong Yun, her allure was innate—one glance from her could awaken a man’s desire to conquer.

The two approached steadily. At that moment, a driver from a rear-ended car opened his door and cursed, “Damn it, do you even know how to drive?”

The ugly man leaped forward, seized the driver’s neck, and with a sickening crack, twisted it, killing him instantly.

To murder so brazenly in the street spoke of utter ruthlessness.

There was a woman in the car as well, quite attractive. Witnessing her boyfriend’s death before her eyes, she paled in terror and screamed uncontrollably.

“She looks good. I like her,” the ugly man said, opening the car door and slipping inside.

“Brother, we’re here on business,” the alluring purple-haired woman reminded him.

“You deal with it. I’ll take care of my own business first,” the white-haired man replied, forcibly spreading the woman’s legs and assaulting her in broad daylight. Her screams were full of terror and agony.

Both Lin Yang and Murong Yun felt physically sick watching this scene; it was simply too depraved.

“Monster!” Murong Yun spat.

Lin Yang involuntarily clenched his fists, about to intervene, when two city guards from the City Guard Bureau rushed over, guns drawn.

“Don’t move!”

The purple-haired woman glanced at the guards, a seductive smile on her face, and darted forward with astonishing speed.

Both guards fired, but failed to hit her. In a flash, she struck one guard dead with a single blow. The other, terrified, trembled so violently he could barely hold his weapon.

“You’re quite handsome, little brother. Don’t be nervous,” the purple-haired woman teased, curling a finger under his chin and winking at him flirtatiously.

“What a pity. If I weren’t here on business, I’d take you to bed for three hundred rounds, then kill you. Too bad for you—before you die, you won’t get to enjoy my body.”

With that, her right hand formed a claw and dove for the guard’s chest.

Then, her hand plunged straight into his chest, wrenching out his still-beating heart, blood streaming down as she held it in her palm.

Murong Yun, never having witnessed such brutality, immediately doubled over and vomited.

The others in their cars, already petrified, screamed as they scrambled to escape, crawling and stumbling away in panic.

The purple-haired woman laughed, her voice tinkling like silver bells.

Had they not seen her kill so savagely with such ease, no one would have believed that this exquisite beauty was a deranged murderer.

Lin Yang, too, had never encountered anyone so vicious; his face twitched, and he felt uneasy.

Only Kou Yuanshan remained unafraid, sneering, “Nothing but two rabid dogs. I, the Master, will slaughter them myself.”

“These two are ruthless and powerful. Be careful. Why not join forces with me?” Lin Yang suggested.

“Silence! You, a false master, have no right to instruct me. If you act, you’ll only hinder me,” Kou Yuanshan retorted sharply. “Watch carefully—I’ll show you what true mastery looks like.”

With that, Kou Yuanshan leapt forward.

“Madwoman! Come and face your death!” he shouted.

The purple-haired woman looked at Kou Yuanshan, smiling seductively as she patted her ample chest, even more impressive than Qin Menong’s.

“Old man, what are you shouting for? You startled me!” she teased, tossing aside the heart she’d just taken, blood dripping from her right hand. “Are you Lin Yang? But you’re just an old man. Weren’t you supposed to be a young and handsome guy? I was hoping for some fun.”

“So, you’ve come for me,” Lin Yang remarked.

“Mr. Lin, let Master Kou handle it. This woman is too ferocious—she’s dangerous,” Murong Yun said, pale and still nauseous.

“Madwoman, listen carefully. I am Kou Yuanshan. Today, I’ll rid the world of your evil, slaughtering you two rabid dogs,” Kou Yuanshan declared, rushing at her.

“Old fool, you’re courting death,” the purple-haired woman replied, launching her own attack. The exchange between masters was swift; Jiang Zuofeng couldn’t resist peeking out to watch.

After several moves, Kou Yuanshan was kicked away, and his chest was slashed by the woman’s sharp claws, leaving five bloody gashes deep enough to expose bone.

Had he not dodged quickly, he would have ended up like the guard, his heart ripped out.

The purple-haired woman seemed disgusted by the blood on her hand, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe it.

“Brother, are you done? This old man is too weak. He’s yours. No need to dirty my hands. Just hand Lin Yang over to me later,” she said, having wounded Kou Yuanshan and lost interest in the fight.

Kou Yuanshan crashed onto a car, crushing it and making a mess of himself, his face pale and chest streaming with blood.

“You… you’re a third-rank master!” he gasped.

Not ten moves had passed, and already he’d been defeated and nearly killed. Kou Yuanshan could now gauge her strength, and fear crept into his heart.

The purple-haired woman ignored him completely; she had no interest in old men, preferring to flirt with young, handsome men.

The white-haired, ugly man kicked the car door off and jumped out, fastening his belt, looking thoroughly satisfied.

Inside the car, the woman’s lower body bled profusely. Her eyes bulged, her neck twisted, dead.

“Is this all the Murong family can muster? Sending an old second-rank master—pathetic!” the ugly man sneered.

These siblings were depraved and cruel—far from innocent.

“This is bad. Master Kou can’t win… Are both of them third-rank masters? What should we do?” Murong Yun could no longer contain her fear.

She had witnessed their brutality firsthand. If she fell into the ugly man’s hands, her fate would be unimaginable.

“I underestimated Chen Tianhao. He’s gone to such lengths—so sinister and vicious!”

“Mr. Lin, you’re a master. Take Miss Murong and escape. I’ll try to hold them off,” Jiang Zuofeng said, steeling himself. He knew the situation was dire—they might all die here.

He could only try to buy time for Lin Yang and Murong Yun to escape.

“Two third-rank masters—you can’t hold them back,” Lin Yang said with a slight shake of his head.