Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 679: Attack Resumes

Chapter 679: Chapter 679: Attack Resumes

Those who were tailing Fang Bai had no idea that he was using his Divine Sense to conduct a "dragnet-style" search throughout the city, looking for traces of the "Wrathful Beauties" assassin.

Fang Bai was certain that the series of attacks targeting members of various meta-human organizations must have been jointly planned and carried out by many assassins of the "Wrathful Beauties."

That is to say, in this city, there were definitely more than just the woman in black who was an assassin from "Wrathful Beauties."

Fang Bai believed that by using his Divine Sense to perform such a "dragnet-style" search, no matter where the "Wrathful Beauties" assassins hid, they would have nowhere to escape.

Unless the "Wrathful Beauties" assassins each had an artifact like the jade thumb ring worn by the woman in black, capable of hiding their presence and rendering Fang Bai unable to sense them.

But Spiritual Artifacts were extremely rare in this world, and without great fortune, they were very difficult to obtain.

Inside a large casino in a bustling district of Las Vegas, two members from the "Holy Temple" of Europa were indulging in high-stakes gambling.

Both members of the "Holy Temple" were in their early forties, tall and handsome, one with flowing long hair, the other with short hair, dressed in the "Holy Temple’s" uniform, each with an ancient long sword hanging at their waist.

From the aura they exuded, it could be inferred that their strength was equivalent to that of an Earth Level early-stage Martial Artist from the Ancient Martial World of Huaxia.

The "World Meta-Human Organizations Elite Championship" had come to an end today, and the "Holy Temple" members would set off on their journey home tomorrow. The two "Holy Temple" members decided to try their luck in this casino before departing, hoping perhaps to win a fortune.

Midway through the gambling, the short-haired member of the "Holy Temple" got up to leave for the restroom.

Less than a minute after his departure, in front of a certain gambling table within the casino, a voluptuous and stunning woman’s eyes flashed with murderous intent, and she immediately got up and followed him.

The short-haired "Holy Temple" member came out after relieving himself, and at the outer washbasins, he encountered a beautiful woman who had just come out of the ladies’ room.

Upon seeing such a beauty, the short-haired "Holy Temple" member’s eyes lit up.

And at that moment, the beautiful woman also looked towards him and then revealed a face filled with infatuation.

The self-assured short-haired "Holy Temple" member thought he had attracted her with his tall and handsome appearance, so he flashed a very gentlemanly smile and said, "Beautiful miss, my name is Roger. May I have the honor of knowing your name?"

"You can call me Lina..."

Lina’s gaze swept over Roger and suddenly turned melancholic, sighing softly, "Handsome Mr. Roger, I’ve just had a breakup and feel very lonely and empty. Could you keep me company and chat for a while?"

Roger was overjoyed and pretended to be very indignant, "I think your ex-boyfriend must be blind. Otherwise, how could he give up on such a beautiful miss like you?"

Lina sighed, "Men are all the same; when they find a new love, they forget the old one..."

Roger quickly waved his hands and said, "No, no, I am not that kind of man!"

"Mmm, I can tell, Mr. Roger, you are a good man..."

All of a sudden, Lina stepped forward, wrapped her arms around Roger’s waist, tilted her head up, gazed at him with a love-struck face, and whispered, "Mr. Roger, I believe in fate. I feel that our meeting is a kind of destiny... Now, please comfort a heartbroken woman with your lips..."

"Alright beautiful miss, as you wish..."

Faced with such a woman, Roger had no way of saying no. He lowered his head and moved to kiss Lina.

Roger was a vain and egotistical man, regarding Lina as a woman infatuated with his tall and handsome self, wanting to go beyond friendship with him.

Moreover, Roger, confident of his own strength, believed that he would surely detect any malicious intent the woman might have towards him beforehand.

What reassured Roger the most was that he couldn’t sense any strong aura from this woman, firmly convincing himself she was a defenseless woman.

In the face of such a woman, what was there to fear?

However, Roger forgot something—if this woman was far stronger than him, then he wouldn’t be able to sense any aura from her at all.

And this oversight could prove fatal.

Lina was very enthusiastic and involved, her hands ceaselessly roaming around Roger’s back.

Roger wasn’t afraid of an attack from Lina from behind; even if she had a dagger to stab him, he was confident it wouldn’t harm his robust body.

Unbeknownst to him, Lina’s hands had already reached Roger’s nape, and the infatuated Roger didn’t notice it at all.

Lina’s eyes, which had been half-closed, suddenly snapped open, the intoxication in them gone, replaced by a sharp and vicious gleam. She clamped her hands around Roger’s neck and then, with an explosive burst of strength, gently twisted.

Craaack—

A crisp sound of breaking bones echoed as Roger’s head weirdly rotated one hundred and eighty degrees, his handsome face now facing backward towards the mirror above the washbasin.

Roger didn’t die immediately; staring at his own horrific reflection in the mirror with bulging eyes and an extended tongue, his eyes conveyed disbelief and unwillingness.

A warrior equivalent to an Earth Level early-stage Martial Artist was killed in an instant.

Lina extended a finger and gave Roger’s body a light push; the now lifeless Roger slowly slumped to the ground.

Lina cast a disgusted glance at Roger’s body, spat lightly, and left quickly as if nothing had happened.

This scene went unnoticed until ten or so minutes later, someone discovered Roger’s cold corpse outside the restroom.

At the same time, similar scenes were unfolding in other entertainment venues across Las Vegas; strong individuals from various meta-human organizations continued to be attacked and killed, the circumstances mirroring those of the previous series of attacks.

The mastermind behind the attacks, unbeknownst to others, had laid numerous spies throughout the city of Las Vegas, and those spies were all ordinary people, making it impossible for Fang Bai to identify their precise locations by sensing their auras.

With those spies keeping watch, the mastermind behind the attacks knew Fang Bai’s movements as if they were at their fingertips, seemingly toying with him; if Fang Bai went to the east of the city, trouble would break out in the west; if Fang Bai reached the south, the north would be in turmoil.