A third party? The sniper's heart jumped.
Or was the man not a third party, but the superior of the Indian spiritualists?
He could observe him from so far away, and it was night time too. Was he a perceptual spiritualist?
Due to the demands of the times, there were many special and complicated branches of perceptual spiritualists in the world.
Some perceptual spiritualists were very dangerous.
"Ah Luo, I found a perceptual spiritualist. He's watching me. He saw all my previous actions."
"Can you confirm his identity?"
"No."
"Tell me his location. I'll take care of him. You continue your mission."
"That guy doesn't look easy to deal with," the sniper said. "You better be careful. Maybe he's just bait."
Ah Luo moved quickly. He quickly brought his men to the hotel.
Their ambush location wasn't far from the hotel.
Their original plan was to have the sniper attack while they were in charge of support. If the Indian spiritualists escaped, they would take care of them.
But now that the plan had changed, they could only give up on the ambush and go around the hotel.
Soon, Chen Zhao heard knocks on the door.
Chen Zhao knew who they were, or rather, what they wanted.
But Gerlyn was sleeping soundly in the bedroom.
Chen Zhao didn't want to cause too much of a commotion.
Chen Zhao opened the door and saw eight people outside.
Everyone was wearing a field uniform and was armed to the teeth.
When Chen Zhao opened the door, all eight of them had their guns pointed at him.
But in the next moment, a black curtain silently rose behind them, covering the head of the person standing at the back.
The person couldn't even make a sound before he fell to the ground.
"Shh, my daughter's sleeping." Chen Zhao smiled faintly and gestured for them to keep quiet.
But the people in front of him didn't care. The leader raised his gun and smashed it at Chen Zhao's head.
It was a public place, but the upper floors of the hotel were all spiritualists. The owner of the hotel also had countless connections with spiritualists, so there weren't many random people here.
Chen Zhao didn't need to be secretive here. Even if he attacked, it would be fine as long as he didn't cause too much damage.
The moment the leader was about to pull the trigger, Chen Zhao suddenly grabbed the barrel and twisted it upward. The barrel broke.
At the same time, he closed the door behind him.
To Chen Zhao, these spiritualists couldn't even be considered decent.
In a few seconds, everyone was lying on the ground.
These people were also dumbfounded. After all, they had fought many big and small battles.
They were confident that they could fight against any spiritualist.
In the end, he encountered such an enemy today.
He wasn't some legendary figure in the Spirit World, but his methods had made them suffer greatly.
They didn't even have a chance to fight back. Chen Zhao pinned them to the ground.
When he came back to his senses, Quan Du was already lying on the ground.
Of course, Chen Zhao wouldn't bring them back to his room. Instead, he opened the door next door — Befra's suite.
Chen Zhao didn't kill them. Their injuries were neither light nor heavy, but at least they weren't dead.
"Tell me, who are you? Why did you attack me?"
These people clenched their teeth and persevered. No one made a sound.
Chen Zhao picked up a gun and aimed it at one of the female team members' head.
"Even so, you still won't say?"
"Stop!" The leader finally yelled. "If you dare to kill our people, you'll bring big trouble to yourself. No matter who you are, we won't let you go."
"Really? You're threatening me now, right? "Chen Zhao didn't like being threatened.
"Stop!" Suddenly, a voice came from behind.
Chen Zhao turned around and saw a few familiar people standing at the door.
Warrencom, the Holy Knight!
And his followers, Harkinson, Wallace, and Yuna.
They were all old acquaintances who'd fought alongside him.
Chen Zhao put the gun away and tilted his head to look at the acquaintances.
"Hi, Chen," Yuna greeted Chen Zhao.
"Long time no see … Don't tell me they're your subordinates."
"No, but they're our colleagues, members of the Holy Knight's Eurasian branch."
"Warrencom, kill this guy. He attacked us," the Holy Knight on the ground roared.
Chen Zhao glanced at the Knights Templars on the ground and pursed his lips. "So narrow-minded … Warrencom, how about I kill them all and you pretend this never happened? What do you think?"
The Holy Knights on the ground were all shocked. Warrencom and the other three looked helpless.
"Alright, stop joking around. Let them all go."
"They attacked me just now. You're just going to let it go?" Chen Zhao said, annoyed.
"It's a misunderstanding. You didn't actually get hurt or lost, right?"
"But my heart is hurt. I'm depressed now. I was attacked by the Holy Knights I worked with before. If you don't give me a satisfactory answer, I won't be able to let it go."
"They just misanalyzed and thought you were an enemy," Warrencom explained helplessly. "We're working closely with the Eurasian branch right now. When we heard the sniper's words, we also thought it was an unknown enemy. We didn't know it was you until we checked in at the hotel. To prevent both sides from getting hurt, we came to stop the conflict from escalating."
Chen Zhao thought about it. Warrencom's explanation was acceptable.
Of course, if it wasn't for Warrencom and the others …
Even if it was a misunderstanding, Chen Zhao would still kill them all.
Chen Zhao helped the Templar up from the ground and patted the dust off him.
"Okay, it's a misunderstanding. You can go now."
"You'd better remember this …"
Before the leading Holy Knight could say anything, Chen Zhao clamped his mouth shut.
"Don't say anything else, or I'll kill you now. Even if you want to take revenge, you should do it secretly, right?"
The Holy Knights from the Eurasian branch all looked unhappy.
After all, they'd been humiliated in front of their faces and couldn't fight back. Even their words had been blocked. It felt like a fishbone was stuck in their throats.
The Holy Knights from the Eurasian branch left, but Warrencom and the others didn't.
They clearly wanted to catch up with Chen Zhao.
Of course, Chen Zhao also had some questions to ask them.
"Should I ask, or will you tell me yourself?" Chen Zhao looked at the four before him.
They'd worked together twice. They might not be like brothers, but they'd been through life and death, especially when they'd worked together for the first time against the Root of the Fallen.
That battle had been full of danger. Back then, Chen Zhao wasn't very strong.
Everyone had almost lost their lives in that battle.
So they still had a deep trust.
Otherwise, Chen Zhao wouldn't have let them go so easily.
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