Ned Gais, the star reporter for Agence France-Presse, was known for his acerbic wit, a trait inherited from his editor's style. When the AFP received an anonymous call, Ned's keen instincts told him that there must be a big story behind it. And sure enough, he had captured a compromising moment of the music queen Julia Menard. Already, he had envisioned the headline for tomorrow's front page: "Music Queen Caught in Love Triangle, Indulges in Threesome."

"These are all about money! So many war coins, enough to buy a four-wheeled car. If I capture even more explosive news, I might be able to afford a sports car," Ned thought to himself.

As a Caucasian, Ned's brown eyes were now gleaming with excitement at the sight of the war coins. Suddenly, he transformed into a creature with a reddened gaze and an excited panting tongue, a hybrid of a hound and a rabbit.

With a swift push, Ned abandoned his pedal motorcycle and charged forward with a long rifle in hand.

"Big news! Big news! I have a four-wheel car now. Will a sports car be far behind?" he exclaimed.

On the bustling streets, an unusual scene unfolded. Two young students were running ahead, pursued by a group of gunmen. Following the gunmen was a fierce female cop in a police skirt, barefoot and sprinting with wild abandon, showcasing her long, white legs. This spectacle ignited a fervor among the onlookers.

"Kitty, think of a way! If you don't, you'll end up as a dead cat," Barrett urged, dodging a barrage of bullets. "What a stroke of bad luck. I should have checked the Chinese almanac before leaving today. Is it a rest day today? Did God and the Yellow Emperor go play chess together, allowing these savages to unleash mayhem in the city?"

"Enough, Blondie. Don't call me 'Kitty' in front of so many people! I'm losing my patience," Barrett snapped, glaring fiercely at Ned.

In his past life, Barrett had suffered unjustly due to his timid nature. Therefore, he detested being called "Kitty" and couldn't help but stop and glare menacingly at Barrett.

"What? You dare call me 'Blondie'? Is your butt hurting? Come here, I'll give you a kick. Is it your eggs or your butt that's aching?" Barrett retorted, striking a Bruce Lee-style pose as he spoke.

The pursuing gunmen were dumbfounded, but they continued their chase without slowing down. However, an unbelievable sight soon unfolded before their eyes. In that moment, they seemed to see Liu Xiang, the hope of humanity. A man carrying a camera, with eyes fixed on the lens, leapt over obstacles on the street, surpassing their speed. The camera remained steady, capturing continuous shots. At that moment, a sense of wonder stirred within them.

"Come and see, it's Superman."

Shaking his head to dispel the incredulity, Leo exclaimed, "What a team of dogs!"

"Attack!" roared Barrett. Seizing the moment of the gunmen's confusion, he kicked a chair on the sidewalk, sending it hurtling towards the group.

"What? Why didn't you warn me earlier to act?" Barrett joked, but his feet did not stop. Instead, he swiftly turned back and, with the terrifying speed of 20 meters per second, thanks to his rank as a captain, he was soon among the gunmen.

"Captain! Oh my God! Brothers, disperse quickly."

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"Damn it! Fake foreign devil, speaking English."

"Damn it! I said 'God,' not 'God,' so it's in Chinese. Don't you understand? A lack of culture doesn't suit a killer."

Leo was taken by surprise as he watched the unfolding scene through the scope of his anti-material sniper rifle. He had not expected someone to display the abilities of a captain out of nowhere. If injuring Tage required strategy and the use of high-caliber force, then sniping a captain over two thousand meters away, even with his abilities as a colonel, was next to impossible. He could only watch as Barrett took down the gunmen.

"Shit!"

With a resounding crash, Leo jumped directly from the seventeenth floor of a high-rise building, using the walls on either side to slow his descent. This sight was no longer surprising to onlookers.

Leo thought he looked incredibly cool, but as he tried to breathe in some fresh air through a window, he was caught off guard and stumbled in mid-air.

"Shit! Fuck! Oh my mama!"

With a loud thud, Leo's outburst was cut short by the sound of impact. Looking down at his newly purchased car, he couldn't help but complain about the stinginess of the Leao family. Even when it came to providing toilet paper, they made you do it yourself. With a forceful push on the car roof, Leo jumped in and drove off angrily.

"The convertible isn't bad," he mused as he kept pressing the shutter button on his camera, feeling incredibly happy. It was like doing push-ups, going up and down. "Strike a pose quickly. Tomorrow, I'll make you a big star. Once you pose, we'll reach the climax. Come on, baby!"

Barrett was furious. His good friend was on a killing spree, and now there was a paparazzo here not to capture him, but to capture himself. And he was calling out in such a lewd manner, as if indulging in some sinful act.

Buzzing and buzzing, a convertible suddenly shot out from a diagonal alley, with Leo Yang exuding a fierce aura as he collided with Ned Gais without slowing down, hurtling towards Barrett Walker on the roadside. But he was not a god after all. Moving at such speed, he swerved slightly as he hit Ned Gais, and the entire car's wheels struck the curb, resulting in a real-life car chase.

Barrett Walker didn't expect to be photographed at that moment. He was lost in the moment, and a car soared over his head.

"Police, don't move!" Claudia White finally arrived, holding her skirt's hem. She had barely finished shouting when Baron had already taken down the gunmen. Suddenly, he cried out in pain. His fair, smooth feet were now covered in dirt and blood was flowing continuously.

"This damn alley. Thank goodness I was wearing a seat belt. Oh, I'm here."

Leo Yang climbed out of the convertible and, looking at Barrett Walker standing by the roadside and the gunmen now lying unconscious, suddenly realized where he was.

With a fierce, wolf-like glare and a faint, roguish smile on his lips, his tattered appearance, complete with a stubble-covered jaw, was quite a sight to behold. There was not a trace of ferocity, and he looked more like a scruffy beggar than anything else.

"Come on, what are you doing? Don't think you'll get a penny from me! Your performance is not convincing at all! Who drives around begging for money?" Barrett waved his hand fiercely, radiating utter disdain, but he didn't stop and quickly ran towards Baron, then shouted and ran away.

"Sly thief, where do you think you're going?" Leo Yang had never been looked down upon by anyone, except for his own master. Normally, he was always boasting and acting superior, but being called a beggar today, and looking at his current state, truly hurt his pride. He hadn't expected Barrett Walker to be so cunning, taking advantage of his absent-mindedness and running away.

"Come and see! Is there no justice or law anymore? The bearded beggar bullies schoolchildren," Baron called out, and soon, the lecherous uncles on both sides were crowding around, for the power of the people is indeed strong, and those who love to watch a spectacle are even crazier. In no time, both men were submerged in the sea of people.

"Where is he? Where is he?"

"There! Isn't there a bearded man over there?"

"The demon is there, but where's the young boy?"

"Here I am! Do I look like him?" Baron poked his face out, his captivating blue eyes slightly narrowed, sparkling like sapphires, enough to enchant many women.

"Tsk! Laughing so lecherously and calling yourself a young boy."

"You lack taste!" Baron glared fiercely at the uncle he had deemed envious.

"Alright, let's go! It's time to shake him off," Barrett growled as he grabbed Baron by the collar and quickly fled through the crowd.