Chapter 141: The World-Famous Painting: Wu Xian Trampling Zheng Zha

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Upon hearing the sudden cry of "I'll help you," Fan Haixin and Zheng Zha's foreheads both sprouted a string of question marks.

The difference was, the former wondered about the speaker's identity, while the latter couldn't fathom why their own team leader was about to pull another stunt—and why he'd suddenly attack himself.

While still puzzled, a dozen figures burst from the surrounding grove, closing in on the two at an unbelievable speed.

One figure moved fastest, appearing before Zheng Zha as if teleporting, then slapped his pale face hard and slammed him violently to the ground.

BOOM————!!!

A thunderclap erupted from nowhere; the earth shuddered like an earthquake, the ground collapsing and sinking over dozens of meters, black fissures spreading like clawed beasts along the edges, sweeping in all directions, the entire grove swaying like a tiny boat on a stormy sea.

Meanwhile, Fan Haixin, barely avoiding a faceplant, stared in shock at the scene, eyes wide, thinking: Who the hell is this warrior, so terrifyingly powerful…

No! With such absurd strength, could this being truly human?

As he thought this, a gust of wind rushed past his ear—dozens of figures had appeared behind him, all with unmistakably Asian faces: the entire Zhongzhou team.

Fan Haixin frowned inwardly, subtly shifting his stance to create distance from them.

At that moment, loud collisions erupted from the dust ahead, like a pile driver relentlessly pounding the ground, causing violent tremors.

When Zhan Lan used telekinesis to clear the dust, they saw Wu Xian leaping atop Zheng Zha, stomping him furiously while screaming curses at the damned vampire—as if they bore a deep, bitter grudge.

Seeing this "Wu Xian Trampling Zheng Zha" scene, not only did Fan Haixin stare blankly, but every member of the Zhongzhou team also had dark lines drop over their foreheads, for in the mental network, Wu Xian and Zheng Zha's conversation had gone like this—

【Wait, Captain! The script wasn't supposed to go like this!!】

【Plans change faster than we can make them. To keep the act going, I had to sacrifice you.】

【Even so, you didn't need to go this far!】

【No choice—my acting's terrible. If I don't go all out, Fan Haixin won't believe it… Don't worry, I've got limits. I won't kill you.】

【You didn't kill me, but you're definitely going to torture me!!】

【Stop it. You're not a centipede spirit… You lot over there, stop watching—come help me! Grab his arms and legs!】

Receiving their captain's order, the veteran members of the Zhongzhou team exchanged glances, then Li Xiaoyi, Cheng Xiao, Mu Gang, and Lingdian stepped forward, their expressions turning grim as they simultaneously apologized to Zheng Zha in the mental network.

Li Xiaoyi: 【Sorry, Brother Zheng. I didn't want to, but this is for the mission.】

Cheng Xiao: 【That's right—I'm heartbroken doing this!】

Lingdian: 【You've suffered enough. When we return to the Main God Space, I'll give you a D-rank subplot.】

Mu Gang: 【Me too!】

Zheng Zha: 【Don't come near me—!!!】

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CRACKLE! WHAP! SPLASH!

About ten minutes later, the brutal mob beating ended. Wu Xian stepped out of the crater, refreshed and glowing with the joy and exhilaration of punishing evil and upholding justice.

Behind him, Li Xiaoyi and Cheng Xiao dragged Zheng Zha—now three times fatter—toward Fan Haixin and the others.

Zheng Zha: \(°_o)/

Seeing Zheng Zha's pitiful state, Fan Haixin's lip twitched slightly; his gaze toward Wu Xian and the others grew complex.

While Zheng Zha was being beaten, Zhan Lan had already begun her persuasion, telling Fan Haixin they were all hunters from a distant eastern land, also demon slayers.

Their presence in Europe was due to divine revelation—they'd been ordered to cleanse the dark creatures here and bring peace and tranquility to the European people.

Recently, they'd heard rumors that Dracula's servants were causing chaos in London, so they'd rushed here.

They planned to defeat the vampire first, then extract intelligence through interrogation before launching a surprise assault on the Blood Castle in Romania, aiming to eliminate the legendary strongest vampire in one stroke…

Frankly, Fan Haixin would never have believed such an obviously fabricated story.

But Zhan Lan was not only beautiful and well-built, but also spoke with an exceptionally soothing voice.

Most importantly, she'd secretly used mind suggestion on Fan Haixin—so even if the story had been utterly nonsensical, he wouldn't have doubted it much.

"Judging by your appearance, you must be Mr. Fan Haixin. I've long heard of your name—I am Wu Xian, captain of the Zhongzhou Demon Hunter Team. Please give me your guidance!"

Seeing Fan Haixin's hesitant expression, Wu Xian smiled slightly and stepped forward to speak, introducing himself according to the random backstory Zhan Lan had invented.

"Hello… But what do you mean by 'long heard of your name'? Did you hear of me before?"

Fan Haixin was curious—he had some reputation in the dark world, but surely not enough to reach that ancient eastern land.

"Of course! We've been in Europe for a while, and in nearby countries, your face is everywhere. I even have one on me right now!"

Wu Xian smiled faintly, then pulled a piece of paper from his chest—it bore a drawing of Fan Haixin's masked face, with a 2000-pound bounty listed beneath his name.

Seeing the wanted poster, Fan Haixin's face turned black.

Clearly, he'd long resented his status as Europe's number one wanted criminal and was deeply dissatisfied with the Church's inaction.

He'd destroyed countless dark creatures and saved countless innocent lives, yet he was branded a cruel, bloodthirsty madman… Why?!

Yes, his methods were brutal—he often destroyed public property and always killed dark creatures in broad daylight—but that only proved his superior skill!

Not to boast, but he could wipe out an entire Holy Knight Order by himself—and he'd been doing it for centuries.

A workhorse like him, loyal and tireless, couldn't be found anywhere else in the world.

And yet, instead of praising him, the Church refused even to erase his criminal record, letting him be smeared as a monstrous killer—how utterly inhumane.

The more he thought, the angrier he grew, his inner fire burning with nowhere to vent; his gaze toward Wu Xian and the others turned sour.

"Kid, what's this? Are you mocking me on purpose?"

"Hah! Just a joke, just trying to lighten the mood. Don't take it to heart."

Wu Xian laughed, then his expression turned serious.

"Mr. Fan Haixin, you surely know why we're here. We came to London to capture this vampire, preparing to strike at Dracula.

We've also learned the Church issued you a similar order. If so, why not join forces and head to Romania together to eliminate Dracula?"

(End of Chapter)