Chapter 361: About the Author's Crazy Income‑Expense Ending Matter

...... So, what kind of person was I before the amnesia?

I was a killer.

A man with black hair streaked with a few deep‑purple highlights answered casually, then told everything he knew to the unfortunate boy before him.

After all, it's not as if anyone who just left that hail of gunfire could turn around and run into two other fleeing fugitives.

If it weren't for this kid's slight connection to Lei Zhao, and Shayu Feng being rescued by Lei Zhao and owing him a favor, Die Yuzhe would think this kid couldn't survive.

"To be precise, you were the executioner of an entire Dome."

Shayu Feng added impatiently, his face showing irritation, "I don't have the leisure to tell stories to kids here."

Is shooting guns over there any less fun than telling stories?

"Fine, sparing your life is already out of respect for Lei Zhao, so hurry and get us over there."

Jiangdu was on the verge of tears, yet could not cry.

"But my Aberrant Arts aren't Space Law; how am I supposed to send you over?"

Shayu Feng glared at him, his gaze as if looking at a useless piece of trash.

"You fucking lost your memory, and the moment you dove into that black hole you vanished; now you tell me you can't?"

Jiangdu opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

He truly couldn't.

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Machine guns raked the field madly, and the tree roots kept growing wildly, trying to block the rain of bullets.

A black fissure tore open in the middle of the battlefield without warning; its edges were irregular, and within was a pure black that seemed able to devour everything.

Two figures surged out of the fissure.

One was a tall man enveloped in black aura, his eyes blood‑red, a manic grin at the corner of his mouth—none other than the previously escaped Shayu Feng.

"I'm out! Tianmian City scum, missed me or what?!"

No one answered him.

Because everyone's attention was drawn to the second figure.

It was a lithe figure that barely seemed human; Die Yuzhe followed closely, bursting from the fissure, then got a machine‑gun bullet splattered across his face.

"???"

Die Yuzhe made a swift turn, ducking behind a thick tree root, watching the bullets spray wood chips.

He stuck his head out, glanced at the six machine guns firing madly, then glanced at the Ying Guang Lu standing behind them, silent for a second.

"...... What's going on?"

No one could answer him.

Because Shayu Feng had already charged out, his twin pistols firing simultaneously, black energy bullets poured down like a storm onto the nearest Church members.

No one knew how the two had teamed up, but the appearance of Shayu Feng and Die Yuzhe made the already chaotic battlefield even more chaotic.

The Church members didn't know whether to keep charging or first deal with that madman.

The Supervision Bureau personnel didn't know whether to protect the scene or capture the fugitives.

Shayu Feng paid no mind to any of that; his crimson eyes swept the surroundings, his twin pistols already primed.

The scene suddenly grew even more chaotic, with Shayu Feng and Die Yuzhe appearing like a wrench in the works, bursting from some corner and unleashing an area attack.

"...... Who is that madman?" Fang Zhiyan asked Shayu Feng, raising an eyebrow.

Bai Mu Yun, expressionless, said, "Shayu Feng, a member of the Undercurrent, just broke out of prison a few days ago."

"How did he get out?"

"Don't know."

"Who is he teamed with?"

"He was with the Undercurrent before; now it's uncertain."

"Is that so?" Fang Zhiyan smiled ambiguously, "Bursting out at this moment—are you planning to surrender to them?"

Indeed, who could have imagined that the Undercurrent Mercenary Corps, whose influence spreads everywhere, had long been hollowed out from within?

Lu Mu, at this moment, stood apart from his teammates, a feathered blade poised at Su Jingchuan's throat, ready to say something lewd.

Then a sharp gust of wind assaulted him from behind.

Lu Mu instinctively sidestepped, a silvery‑white bullet grazing his cheek, leaving a shallow blood streak on his skin.

He turned his head and saw a man standing not far away, each hand holding an exquisitely crafted silver pistol, the muzzles still emitting blue smoke.

The man's face resembled Su Jingchuan about seventy percent, but his aura was entirely different; if Su Jingchuan's gaze was sharp, this man's brows and eyes were gentler, yet his eyes carried a battle‑worn indifference.

Su Jingming.

Lu Mu squinted, "Yo, another suicide bomber?"

Su Jingming said nothing, merely raising his left hand, the barrel aimed at Lu Mu—

pulling the trigger.

It wasn't a single shot, but a burst.

Silvery‑white energy bullets poured down like a storm, each trajectory meticulously calculated, sealing off every possible evasion route for Lu Mu.

Lu Mu had to let go of Su Jingchuan, merging into the shadows and narrowly evading the barrage.

He emerged from another shadow, his gaze toward Su Jingming changed.

"You've got some skill."

Su Jingming still said nothing, merely walking to Su Jingchuan's side, reaching out to pull him up, his eyes never leaving Lu Mu.

Su Jingchuan watched his brother's back, opened his mouth to say something, but Su Jingming didn't look at him at all.

He only stared at Lu Mu, the barrel slightly adjusted, ready for the next round of attack.

Then—

"Bang!" I heard a gunshot coming from the side.

Su Jingming's body instinctively leaned to one side; he saw a black energy bullet graze his shoulder and fly past, blasting a large pit in the tree behind him.

He turned his head and saw Sha Yufeng standing not far away, his crimson eyes full of excitement.

"Yo, isn't this our old acquaintance?" Sha Yufeng grinned, his smile carrying an indeterminate meaning, "The last time I went to look for you at Lingxiao, you hadn't come back yet—long time no see."

Su Jingming's gaze sank slightly.

He didn't speak, merely silently adjusting the gun's aim, half pointing at Lu Mu, half at Sha Yufeng.

Sha Yufeng didn't mind either; he swaggered over, stopping a few steps in front of Su Jingming, sizing him up from head to toe.

"Seeing an old acquaintance, you don't even say hello?"

Su Jingming merely gave him a gentle smile, "We're not acquainted."

"Ha!" Sha Yufeng laughed exaggeratedly, "Not acquainted? No matter how you say it, we once served in the same mercenary corps—how could we not be acquainted?"

He paused, a strange light flickering in his crimson eyes.

"I say, how could someone like Lingxiao be content to linger forever in the shadow of Tianmian City? Clearly he's the greediest one—turns out everyone is trapped in the scheme he devised."

I said, how could someone like Lingxiao be content to stay forever holed up in the shadows of Tianmian City, when he's clearly the greediest one, and it turns out everyone is caught in the plot he wove.