Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 329 - 295: No Privileges, All Beings are Equal

Chapter 329: Chapter 295: No Privileges, All Beings are Equal

"Kill him, kill him now,"

Mr. Jeffrey’s yelling became weaker and more desperate.

He had always been satisfied with his current job.

With exceptional professional skills and managerial abilities,

he had won Sir Johnson’s trust.

He managed the Sky Wolf Fund to flourish beyond measure.

Compared to his predecessors, he had tripled the business scope.

His life’s motto was, "The bold thrive and the timid starve."

Thus, while running charities, he also thrived in various shady businesses.

In his view, arms dealing was a business, charity was also a business; right or wrong didn’t matter as long as it made money.

Of course, whether one could expand their business wasn’t about how they conducted it but depended on the backing behind them, whether it was strong enough.

Luckily, Sir Johnson was a very strong backer, as big as an elephant.

Not just a strong backer, but looking further, an entire giant elephant.

Assassin intermediaries, exclusive trades, arms funding, political contributions, and charity donations; the Sky Wolf Fund thrived and had a solid reputation within these business scopes.

In Proluo State, he managed to toughly secure 8% of the company’s shares as just a manager, catapulting into high society where he could discuss matters with numerous officials and tycoons; he felt he had reached the pinnacle of his life.

He considered himself a career-focused genius, a professional devoid of low-level interests.

But at this moment, when he saw seven elite security guards fall to the ground at the same time, like trees being chopped down,

more than twenty other guards hadn’t even reached the attacker before they were already dead.

They hadn’t even fired a few shots.

The incoming bullets, as if endowed with eyes, transformed into a curtain of rain, striking all the armed guards in the forehead.

Whether they were running, hiding, serpentine dodging, or even crawling forwards.

All were sent off with a single bullet.

Their lives were only worth a few dollars, not a cent more.

Seeing this, Mr. Jeffrey’s heart sank drastically.

Because he had recognized the man approaching calmly with guns in both hands, just as if he were walking on a red carpet laid in a golden hall, handsome and elegant, yet despairingly inevitable.

He knew this man.

Not only knew him but had spoken with him.

"Zhou Ping’an... let’s talk this out, don’t get violent, I’ll agree to anything."

Mr. Jeffrey had thought he would be tough, never showing weakness in front of that contemptible Asian, yet at the moment of speaking, he didn’t know why he felt extraordinarily weak, even his voice trembled.

He was ashamed to realize that he was actually begging for mercy.

Although he had watched Zhou Ping’an’s investigation streamed live a few times, he still had the mind to sit with a coffee, mocking the other’s actions as not handsome enough, while commenting that the other was just a rough man.

He never believed this rough man could pose a threat to him.

In this world, there are too many capable fighters; the bodyguards under his command were all elites who had emerged from blood and thunder on the battlefield. How capable could one be, how many bullets could one block, how many people could one confront?

People,

don’t really see clearly the strengths and weaknesses, highs and lows of others,

until they face them.

They often overestimate themselves and look down on others from their hearts.

Especially Mr. Jeffrey, most of the time, he viewed people through a lens colored by prejudice. In his view, Zhou Ping’an at most was a sharpshooter, or an expert in close combat.

Such people, in any country’s Special Ace Squad, there were not a hundred, then dozens.

Though difficult to confront, that was all.

But now, he didn’t think so.

The reason was plain.

The captain of the Sky Wolf Fund’s security team, Wood, who was a sharpshooter retired from the Ghost Special Forces and joined the Aegis Mercenary Corps after retirement, had killed over a thousand people. Any attack on the Sky Wolf Fund under his protection was like ants hitting a wall, effortlessly crushed.

But...

Mr. Jeffrey looked at Wood, who had a bullet hole in his forehead, lying on the ground no different from the other guards, and tasted bitterness in his mouth.

He had lasted only half a second longer than his other subordinates.

He had fired only two shots.

Forcing Zhou Ping’an to slightly tilt his head.

"Mr. Jeffrey, we finally meet face-to-face, it hasn’t been easy. I still clearly remember the sound of your voice over the phone,"

Zhou Ping’an said, shaking his head with a smile.

After holstering his guns at his waist, he looked Mr. Jeffrey up and down and, thinking about the other’s disdainful tone at the time, sighed and said, "To be honest, I actually prefer your defiant look; it gives me a sense of achievement when I bully you."

He waved his hand, "Roger, it’s your turn. What are you still doing with the cloak on at this time? Even if someone discovers you, so what?"

"Uh..."

Roger had a bitter smile on his face as he lifted his cloak, thinking, wasn’t this meant to conceal my identity? However, he dared not argue that point now; his mind was no longer on such trivial matters as concealing his identity.

Instead, he was astounded as he looked at the muscular body lying on the ground: "Is this Wood? How could he have died here, and so easily at that?"

"What? Was he famous?"

Zhou Ping’an asked curiously.

This man’s marksmanship was truly formidable. Even under the lock down of my dual guns, he managed to take a shot.

Both the timing and the speed of his shot were remarkable.

Just in terms of marksmanship, he was comparable to Phil, the sharpshooter and sniper from the Zijing Mercenary Corps.

Unfortunately, he made the same mistake as Phil.

He never imagined that there could be someone in this world who would react at the same time he aimed and fired and was able to dodge the bullet’s trajectory in advance.

So, his death was both unjust and not unjust.

"Not particularly famous," Roger said woodenly.

He suddenly realized that things like the Black List rankings and mercenary titles seemed to make no difference in the eyes of Zhou Ping’an.

It was truly a realization of "equality among all beings."

No one could dodge his shots.

As they proceeded, they observed.

Except for Andre, known as "Blood Axe," who had managed to take a few shots due to his robust physique.

Everyone else died from a single shot.

"Mr. Jeffrey, no offense."

Roger raised his hand and shot the manager of the Sky Wolf Fund in his left leg. As the man screamed out in pain, Roger did not stop; he fired two more shots, shattering the man’s left hand and right leg.

"Stop howling; let’s take this slow. Everyone, come over; let’s have a proper discussion about that billion-dollar bounty."

Roger, being a foreigner, knew better than Zhou Ping’an what these foreigners were thinking, and his methods were indeed crude and brutal.

Although he usually relied more on brains than brawn,

he was still a key member of an assassin team, proficient in basic combat and interrogation skills.

Especially adept at financial operations and computer hacking,

since Roger was a smart man, now working to save his own life for Zhou Ping’an, he naturally wanted to demonstrate his worth.

He knew better than anyone the real intention behind Zhou Ping’an’s decision to keep him close as they moved.

"Let’s make the transfer first. As long as you can satisfy the boss, it’s not impossible to survive. Think carefully, and do not make the wrong choice; it’s yourself who suffers for others’ sake.

Your family is still waiting for you, isn’t it?"

"The bounty has already entered a special account; even I don’t have the authority to transfer or cancel it. No matter how much you press me, it’s futile."

Jeffrey cried like a 200-pound child.

His face smeared with tears and mucus.

He was just a manager, never trained to withstand interrogation.

The physical torment had just begun, and he was already close to breaking down.

"No worries, no need to cry. Since the boss is here, he has plenty of time to play with you all and will eventually find a way to cancel that bounty. You don’t have to worry about that."

Roger, very patiently persuading the other party, then took out the laptop he carried with him and carefully asked for some account numbers and passwords, transferring funds to a backup account.

His fingers crazily danced on the keyboard.

It took less than ten minutes.

He had audited over thirty people from the foundation, making thirty-four transfers of various sizes.

Zhou Ping’an stood aside and did not care about Roger’s operations; he was not interested.

Instead, he watched the increasing number of police cars gathering below the Golden Light Building and uniformed personnel with long and short guns disembarking.

The building they were in was being surrounded.

At the same time, Zhou Ping’an looked up and saw more traffic rushing from afar.

A massive crowd was approaching.

The area was being evacuated and troops were coming in, well, let’s call them troops because even with his good eyesight, Zhou Ping’an couldn’t tell if the hundreds or thousands of people dressed in bulletproof vests, wearing half-shell helmets, and carrying sophisticated equipment were up to something.

Proluo State had this one drawback.

It was hard to distinguish between private armed forces and official armed forces.

He said this because Zhou Ping’an also saw the group of eight or nine hundred people who had hurried over had not only heavy machine guns and snipers but even mortar operators.

If not for being in a busy metropolitan area with dense population and high building costs,

Zhou Ping’an might even suspect that these people might bring out cannons and tanks.

True to their reputation for utilizing firearms and being belligerent, the Sky Hawk Alliance had this to show.

From receiving the message to now, just over ten minutes had passed, yet so many people were deployed.

This demonstrated the influence of Sir Johnson, and it also showed how deeply Proluo State officialdom despised attacks like this.

This was just their daily routine.

"Compared to this, the rapid response troops in Dongjiang are still lacking some elite qualities."