I Can Infinitely Synthesize Transcendent Genes

But the safety was on, and the gun didn’t fire at all.

The other person had also grabbed onto the barrel of the gun.

“Don’t be nervous, this will all be over soon.”

The sight of the newcomer’s ghostly face inexplicably sent a shiver through Jiang Suhu’s heart.

“Who are you? Have we had some sort of misunderstanding before?”

He spoke quickly but chose to let go of the gun and turn to run away immediately.

A sudden sound of a bullet being chambered.

A loud “bang.”

Jiang Suhu’s shoulder burst with blood, and he screamed miserably as he fell forward to the ground.

“Who sent you to kill me? I can pay you double.”

He cried out in horror.

The Ghost Face Man didn’t look back, raising his gun to shoot “bang, bang, bang, bang” behind him.

The elderly man in Chinese attire who had wanted to rush over was forcefully driven back.

“He’s all yours, cripple him, I still have questions for him,” Pei Jinye said without looking back, kicking Jiang Suhu, who was trying to get back up, knocking him over again and stepping on him.

A flash of silver light appeared behind him suddenly.

The elderly man in Chinese attire exclaimed in shock, “You are from the Old Gods Association, Silver Art!!!”

“Old Gods Association?” Jiang Suhu was completely befuddled upon hearing about the other party’s background.

He had no memory of having any connection with this notorious and fearsome organization of the Five Continents.

Even if he harbored great ambition, he wouldn’t dig his own grave by contacting such a power; that was different from biological experiments.

The latter was, at most, a plot for some benefits.

But the former… that was treasonous and punishable by beheading!

“Wait! Wait! Good sir, you must have the wrong person!” Jiang Suhu cried out in fright, certain he could not possibly have any ties to the Old Gods Association.

But he never expected Pei Jinye to be so determined to kill him.

Hand reaching down.

To avoid the attention of the Silver Art.

Pei Jinye, with the terrifying power at his disposal, enveloped Jiang Suhu like a sick tiger, smashing through the wall and rolling out dust and smoke to obscure everyone’s vision.

“Boss!”

The elderly man in Chinese attire hurried to chase after them.

But he was driven back again by a flash of sharp silver light.

Ten meters from the wall, under the surrounding wall, Jiang Suhu’s face was covered in blood, his eyes filled with terror. An invisible force appeared between him and the mysterious Ghost Face Man, as if this place had been completely isolated.

“What exactly do you want to do to me?”

Jiang Suhu demanded furiously.

He tried to throw a punch, but it was futile; any harm was shielded the moment it hit the tip of Pei Jinye’s finger.

The next moment.

Pei Jinye’s large hand was placed directly on his head.

“Bang!”

A gunshot sounded in the distance.

The bullet rippled through the air, but suddenly stopped one meter away from Pei Jinye.

Pei Jinye didn’t need to guess to know the shooter was the same sniper he had encountered on Broken Cloud Mountain.

With a counter-move, a Light Slash flashed out immediately.

Pei Jinye himself already possessed Deadly Gun Sense, so the other’s Spear Technique did not attract his attention.

The Light Slash fell.

The sniper exploded into a mist of blood on the spot.

Pei Jinye, without looking back, held down Jiang Suhu’s head.

“Enter dream!”

For Pei Jinye, although the “Clear Brain” was not his top choice, it greatly benefited the cultivation of his spiritual power at the moment.

The Silver Art practitioner was suppressing the old man in Tang attire, turning his head to see Pei Jinye approaching with a corpse in hand.

“Young Master!”

As soon as the old man in Tang attire saw the body in Pei Jinye’s hands, he was completely caught off guard, and the shock on his face was enough to foretell the fury he would face from Old Master Jiang.

The Silver Art practitioner took a step forward.

The silver light in his hand fell instantaneously.

The old man in Tang attire was blasted backward.

Pei Jinye quickly closed in. “Leave this to me, go outside and hold those people off for me.”

Upon hearing this, the Silver Art practitioner immediately turned and left.

“Die!”

The old man in Tang attire let out a furious roar, and before the sound of the three words had fully dropped, his figure had already vanished from its original spot. Along the straight line he traveled, all the tables and chairs that blocked his way were completely obliterated.

Almost simultaneously, an intense sonic boom, capable of bursting eardrums, resonated within the small office of over ten square meters.

The next second.

The vanishing figure of the old man in Tang attire reappeared in front of Pei Jinye.

Pei Jinye watched him charge over, his expression calm.

He reached out his hand and pressed down.

A Three Dimensional Barrier enveloped the area immediately.

At the same time.

He clenched his fist.

He stomped down.

The ground beneath him suddenly collapsed.

His terrifying Vitality erupted, releasing searing currents of heat.

The charging figure suddenly seemed to be mired in a swamp, losing momentum sharply and, like slow motion, threw a punch with a fierce expression that slowly crossed the air.

And instantly, what met him was Pei Jinye’s punch, surging like a torrential river.

Collapse Mountain! Split Heaven! Crush to Dust!

Before the old man in Tang attire could fully extend his arm, an irresistible torrent of tremendous force erupted from his chest. He was sent flying, blood spraying, and crashed straight through a white wall five meters away.

Before he had a chance to extricate himself from the wall, the old man in Tang attire’s head was grabbed by the hair and jerked up.

“Feel helpless?”

“Don’t overthink it. Killing trash like you doesn’t burden me in the slightest.”

Amidst the old man in Tang attire’s heartrending screams, a voice declaring his execution sentence put him into an eternal slumber.

Outside the door.

After the Silver Art practitioner eliminated the last guard, she turned her head to the figure emerging by the threshold and casually asked, “Have you resolved your issue?”

“It’s dealt with,” Pei Jinye walked out of the room, clad in a black trench coat.

With a smile in her eyes, the Silver Art practitioner replied,

“That’s good to hear.”

She patted her stomach.

Gave Pei Jinye a naive smile.

“I’m feeling a bit hungry.”

Pei Jinye paused. “I’ll treat you to late-night food.”

“Yay!”

In front of a street food stall in the city center.

A young man and woman sat in a corner.

The girl with short silver hair occasionally looked up.

It wasn’t long before.

The girl leaned in, lowered her voice, and asked, “Demon King, is this your true face?”

The young man looked over casually, with a smile playing on his lips.