2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

On the arena, a middle-aged man wearing a white training suit and a man wearing a blood-red lion mask faced each other from a distance.

"I kindly gave you an hour of rest, but you wasted it." The weapons master's eyelids were half drooped listlessly, and there was no emotion in his voice.

Yan Muyun moved his right arm, but he could still feel the faint stinging pain, but he said without any sign of weakness: "Your Black Umbrella's internal management is simply ridiculously poor."

When he said the word "black", the loudspeaker installed in the venue was turned off, and the spectators outside could no longer hear clearly the exchange between the two people inside the glass cover.

The weapons master frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about what he was talking about. After a while, he looked like he suddenly realized: "I heard, it seems that a rich second generation was killed in the elevator just now, right?"

Yan Muyun was speechless: "Why did you think about such a big thing for so long?"

"No way, I don't care about that." The weapons master shrugged.

"There was a murder in front of the VIP gate on the third floor. The murderer fled for nearly ten minutes without any security personnel. There was even a regional power outage later..." Yan Muyun narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke slower. :

"It seems that the person who takes the punishment is someone from your Black Umbrella?"

"Don't be slanderous. We are all good citizens who abide by the law. We don't know thugs who kill people like crazy." The weapons master clasped his hands together, and then asked in surprise:

"Have you always been so brave? By showing your opposition to us without hesitation here, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to get out of the Peach Blossom Garden tonight?"

Who just said that he abides by the law?

Yan Muyun complained in his heart, but his tone of voice remained cold: "I dare to discuss these with you on the gladiatorial stage. Naturally, I am not afraid of the black umbrella."

In the process of just setting bones and recuperating, he had compiled a summary of what happened tonight and set a timer to send it. It will be sent to Yan Yiming and Wei Jun in about an hour.

He and Yan Long came tonight to try to track down Su Tianyu's traces, but the other party died unexpectedly. During the tracking process, he pressed the biological information tracking device on the murderer who was suspected of being a punisher. It was that simple.

That's right, Yan Muyun is still not sure that the masked woman he met tonight is the punisher. After all, anyone can wear a mask, so there is no way to ensure that it is not a copycat crime or a frame-up.

"So..." The weapon master became more and more puzzled: "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because you are the only Black Umbrella cadre I have access to now, and I need you to remind others that our Special Branch has focused on the guy who is suspected of being a 'punisher'." Yan Muyun said solemnly.

The weapons master was not stupid either. He quickly understood what he wanted to express and said with a smile: "It seems that you are not sure that the 'punisher' is one of ours, and you are afraid that we will lynching her after we catch her, right?" ?”

"So if you don't want to get into trouble, you'd better not do this. Just catch her and send her to the Special Branch." Yan Muyun said calmly.

"Okay, okay, okay, okay." The weapons master nodded helplessly and said, "So, can we start the fight?"

"You can do it at any time." Yan Muyun moved his arms.

"Choose a weapon. Any sword, gun, stick or sword will do. This is the rule I have set for myself. I will not kill an unarmed person. I must provide my opponent with a weapon before each fight."

The weapons master spread his arms, his original lazy temperament gradually dissipated, and his eyes became sharp:

"Of course, I won't force it on you if you don't want it."

Yan Muyun thought for a while: "Then...give me a pistol?"

"Are you serious?"

"just kidding."

"Do you want it or not?"

Yan Muyun sighed and said in a calm tone: "Then just give me a stick."

In the past twenty years of his life, the only weapons he had held in his hands were kitchen knives and watermelon knives, except for the wooden sticks he picked up on the roadside.

Those messy cold weapons might even cut yourself when you play around with them, so after thinking about it, it would be safer to get a stick.

"Go on." The weapons master threw a long stick over.

After Yan Muyun caught it, he did two rounds of stick tricks without thinking, feeling surprisingly comfortable.

Was I a monkey in my previous life? But why didn’t I realize that I still had this talent in the first twenty years?

In other words... the combat instinct brought by the Golden Eyes can not only be used in bare-handed close combat, but can also be extended to the field of cold weapons?

What if you really gave me a gun? Will I immediately become a sharpshooter with perfect shots?

It seems that I really need to report the fact that I have golden eyes. With the help of the country, I will be able to master all the secrets contained in it in the shortest time, and at the same time, I can receive the most professional combat training...

Countless thoughts popped up in Yan Muyun's mind, but he did not forget where he was at this time, and his eyes were fixed on the movements of the middle-aged man opposite him the whole time.

"What you did tonight angered a lot of people, so I'm sorry, but I won't hold back." A stainless steel sword appeared in the weapon master's hand.

"Oh." Yan Muyun's answer was concise and to the point.

He actually wanted to ask the other party to change weapons, such as knives or swords, but it seemed a bit inappropriate to talk about it when the atmosphere was set at this point.

The weapons master didn't say anything more, the long knife in his hand hung down by his side, and he strode forward.

Yan Muyun felt that at least his momentum could not be lost, so he held the long stick in both hands and walked forward.

The two figures quickly approached, the swords flashed, and the long stick turned into two short sticks.

"Huh?" Yan Muyun was a little confused. He thought that the stick looked so strong that it should be able to block it, but the other party's knife cut through it as effortlessly as cutting through a thin cotton rope.

A complete amateur when it comes to using weapons.

The weapons master defined the opponent in his mind, and used his backhand to draw the knife into the chest and abdomen of the man in front of him.

A palm-sized silver-white unit flashed and firmly caught the move.

At the same time, Yan Muyun used both sticks in his hands, swinging them left and right to hit the opponent's head.

The long steel sword disappeared. The weapon master turned his wrist upwards, held two military daggers behind his back, and slashed crosswise in front of his face, cutting the original two short sticks into four.

"Hiss..." Yan Muyun didn't expect that he would be disarmed as soon as he came face to face with him. When he realized what he was doing, he only had two rolling pins left in his hand.

In the field of vision, the two sharp daggers glowing with cold light were like poisonous snakes emerging from their holes. One of them was swiped at his throat, and the other was stabbed into his eyes.

The entire silver barrier opened up, and the huge repulsive force generated instantly threw the weapon master who was approaching him away. The figure in the white training uniform flipped twice in the air before landing smoothly.

Yan Muyun hid behind the barrier, feeling a little guilty: "What, can you give me another knife or something?"

"No." The weapons master shook his head expressionlessly.