"Phew! Hiss!" Tiny beads of sweat appeared on Christopher Yard's forehead, some even slowly trickling down his face, giving his complexion a slightly pale look. He took a deep breath. After all, he had just bitten off the tip of his tongue, and the sudden pain had not only brought him back to his senses but also caused his body to tremble slightly. This street, which should have been bustling with people, was now almost deserted due to the presence of criminals. The civilians either fled or hid, leaving hardly anyone around. Christopher Yard slowly discarded the gun in his hand and picked up the slightly terrifying kitchen knife stained with a hint of blood. Step by step, he approached the life-taker. As a precaution, Christopher Yard had approached the life-taker cautiously, but upon reaching his side, he realized that the life-taker was already dead. Finally, he felt relieved. He then examined the life-taker's palm and immediately caught a whiff of a foul odor. He discovered that the reason the palm had become so large was due to soaking in various substances, including herbs and poisons.Some of these herbs were on the verge of extinction, to the point that even traditional medical practitioners would avoid them. These poisons contained potent toxins, even without being processed into medicine. The life-taker wore gloves, presumably to conceal the unusual scent of his palm. The more Christopher Yard looked at the palm, the more astonishment filled his eyes. If these herbs and poisons were used individually or occasionally mixed together, they would at most produce a poisonous concoction. However, when combined according to the formula before him, they produced some special effects. Christopher Yard noticed that the life-taker's palm, resembling a fan, was as hard as a piece of iron. However, the drawback was that it lacked flexibility. Yet, Christopher Yard could never figure out how the red light was emitted. Could it be that the life-taker had practiced some martial arts or spells? Christopher Yard shook his head helplessly. Lately, the things he had encountered were becoming increasingly bizarre. Both the life-taker and the Taoist priest were different from ordinary people, that much was certain. Afterwards, Christopher Yard paid no attention to the assassin. Instead, he looked at the red rope next to him. Although it was also red, it didn't have the same scent as the blood on the assassin's hands. Christopher Yard noticed that when he bit his tongue earlier, a drop of blood had dripped onto the red rope from the corner of his mouth. However, so far, Christopher Yard hadn't noticed anything unusual. But in that instant, a mechanical voice suddenly echoed in Christopher Yard's mind: "Ding! Congratulations, Host. Your blood has dripped onto the Crimson Illusion Rope, allowing it to recognize you as its master. Would you like to spend 100,000 thumbs-up points to open your store? The Crimson Illusion Rope can be sold for 250 heavenly thumbs-up or 500 earthly thumbs-up. Since no one buys from the Human Realm Thumbs-Up Online Mall, opening a store there would be useless. Therefore, you can only open a store in the Heavenly Thumbs-Up Online Mall and the Underworld Thumbs-Up Online Mall." Upon hearing the system's words, Christopher Yard was completely confused. It turned out that he could not only buy things in the Thumbs-Up Online Mall but also sell things! However, Christopher Yard had a lingering feeling that if he opened a store on the Thumbs-Up System, he would likely lose a lot of thumbs-up points.Christopher Yard didn't have many thumbs-up points at the moment. He had only managed to save up 70,000 points yesterday, and he didn't dare to use them unless it was an emergency. After checking again and finding no other discoveries, Christopher Yard decided to let the police handle the situation here. Jefferey Reed was shocked to see that Christopher Yard hadn't suffered any injuries. He took a deep breath and quickly approached him, saying: "Mr. Christopher, are you alright?" Christopher Yard shook his head. Thankfully, the police arrived just in time this time. Otherwise, Luna Sears would have been in real danger. Thinking of this, Christopher Yard felt a sense of gratitude towards Jefferey Reed. After all, as long as people were safe, that was the most important thing. Jefferey Reed thought that Christopher Yard might still be dissatisfied, so he quickly informed him about the instructions he had received from his superiors: "Mr. Christopher, the capital city is taking this matter very seriously. They have ordered a thorough investigation and have sent special police forces to capture these criminals. They are expected to arrive in the Southwest District today." A cold expression appeared on Jefferey Reed's face. These people had killed so many innocent people and caused many others to be seriously injured. This time, they must die. Upon hearing this, Christopher Yard nodded as well. If there were special police officers coming to help Jefferey Reed and the others, the situation would surely be resolved more efficiently. The stronghold of this gang might even be dismantled. After completing these tasks, Christopher Yard did not harm or take any photos of Junshan. He believed that with the intelligence personnel under Huarong, they would surely be aware of what had happened today, including the assassination of Junshan. Afterward, Christopher Yard found out which hospital Luna Sears was in, located his Ferrari, and quickly headed towards Luna Sears' hospital. ... As Christopher Yard left, within less than a minute, a person next to him wearing a Bluetooth earpiece smirked and quickly spoke into the earpiece. Afterward, the call ended. At this moment, Huarong was lying on a bed in a five-star hotel, with several beautiful women massaging him, his eyes closed tightly.Standing beside him was Xiangyang, also wearing a Bluetooth earpiece on his ear. After Xiangyang finished the call, he looked at Huarong, who had a content expression on his face, and respectfully said: "Boss, the message that came back said that the assassin died a minute ago. The one who killed the assassin was the punk we encountered before." Upon hearing Xiangyang's words, Huarong slowly opened his closed eyes, showing a hint of surprise and a smile on his lips. "I didn't expect that even this punk could withstand the red light of the assassin. He's really something." In fact, Huarong hadn't told Christopher Yard one thing: the assassin's main method of attack was not a gun but the red light in his hand, which almost always led to the person killing themselves. However, if Christopher Yard wasn't foolish, he would probably be able to deduce something from the glove and not be completely defenseless. Now it seemed that Christopher Yard had indeed figured it out. Afterward, Huarong's gaze became sharp. It was time to deal with the Black Spider. He had to avenge his sister.