I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

"You think you can buy me with this?" Li Lin's eyes narrowed slightly. "I wanted to rebuke you like this, but you've given too much... When will the first batch of liquidators arrive in Vienna?"

“They haven’t arrived yet. But I can already sense their presence approaching—this is no exaggeration. You will naturally sense it when they enter the city, sir.”

The exile took out a piece of grayish-brown paper from his suitcase. Its texture was very strange; it felt more like skin than paper.

In Li Lin's data perspective, it presents another strange form.

At the edge of the white horizon, a gray humanoid figure with empty eyes spreads its arms toward the sky. Rays of dawn shoot out from its features in all directions. In the center of the pure white sky, a "1" like ashes is imprinted on it, its fluctuations like a heartbeat.

A Stolen Year

[A year of someone's generous donation, at least that's what the ashes of the ledger say.]

[By using "The Stolen Year," the deadline will be postponed by one year!]

165 Things shouldn't happen more than three times.

This is the deposit.

Its significance lies in the fact that Li Lin can use the secret technique of releasing the invisible without restraint for a whole year, without having to be timid or hesitant.

More importantly, the current version of Li Lin is already troublesome enough, but a fully powered Li Lin... it's unimaginable.

Li Lin calmly put away the ashes ledger: "Let's go hunt down those who have fallen into darkness."

He felt his blood boiling with excitement.

Getting Li Lin excited is unlikely to be a good thing.

The exile was completely unaware that he had released a wild beast hiding in a cesspool: "Please don't be so impatient, my lord... Aren't you curious about how to use this gift?"

"Toilet paper".

"What?" The exile didn't hear clearly.

"Wipe the wound." Li Lin sat up straight.

“Oh, that is indeed a method of use, but not to increase lifespan, but to heal wounds.” The exile’s eyelashes trembled slightly as she reached out and pressed her hand to her forearm, where there was an unhealed wound.

"Light a torch in the dawn sunlight, then sprinkle its ashes on the wound and wait for it to heal naturally."

This is not a way to pray to the skin of thunder and guide the life force to heal itself, but a vow to dawn, a transaction with time as the price.

“If you wish to extend your lifespan, or postpone your end… my lord.” The exile extended his finger, drawing Li Lin’s attention, “you must, at dawn, fill in your true name on the ash bill symbolizing this year, light it, and then place the ashes on your heart.”

“Every step of the process must be done with care and attention, and the handwriting must be neat, because those who come before the sun never allow any slackness.”

"The God who came before the sun and departed before the sun" is one of the honorific names of Sichen Xindan. In a brighter era, He was worshipped as a form of the sun.

All the officials in charge of the lamps are not benevolent, and among all the lamp officials, Xin Dan is especially cruel.

He was outrageously demanding when it came to taking what was necessary.

Considering the time factor, Li Lin would be best off using the Ashes Bill by tomorrow morning.

"So what should we do now?" Li Lin asked, feeling a bit bored. He was itching to do some maintenance on the crowbar.

“If you don’t mind…” the exile smiled, “we have a long night to go on—”

"Oh ho!" Li Lin's eyes lit up, and a thought popped into his head.

Night falls.

Li Lin, with his dead fish eyes, followed the exiles through the streets and alleys. The smoke-filled alleys were full of thugs and burly men in long suits.

You guys don't actually think anything will happen between Li Lin and the exiles on this precious night, do you? Please, if you used your brain, I wouldn't write this kind of paid chapter on a website.

To be precise, the exiles are now offering various terms and conditions to bribe local gangs and active groups to help them block the liquidators' squads at crucial moments.

During her time in Vienna, she had clashed with them on various missions, but now, these people with whom she had previously clashed were completely won over by the exiles.

Place after place, she wandered through opulent villas, smoky alleyways, seemingly ordinary bungalows, or hidden mansions, her scent of citrus lingering in her clothes.

Finally, they arrived at the Vienna Police Department.

Franz Clark, a first-class police chief at the Vienna Police Department, stood at the door, smoking a Seven Stars cigarette. The red glow of the cigarette butt flickered like stars in the night.

Upon seeing the exile's petite figure, he reached out and stubbed out his cigarette on the wall.

“We know what you’re talking about.” Franz wiped his hands on his clothes. “Bring the things here.”

“No, sir,” the exile smiled and answered flawlessly, “they have to wait until they see your superior before they can give the items out.”

Franz's face contorted almost imperceptibly, then he nodded and stepped aside: "Go in."

His voice was somewhat cold.

Upon seeing Li Lin's figure not far away, his expression turned even more unpleasant: "What are you doing here?"

If an exile was merely a problem for Franz, then the existence of Li Lin was something indescribable.

"If I answer your question, wouldn't I lose face?" Li Lin replied, seemingly ignoring the question.

“Then let me try another way… When did you get involved with the exiles?” Franz’s fingers curled slightly.

"Not now, I don't know when, but I think it will probably be in winter," Li Lin almost sang out loud.

Franz's heart sank slightly. This ambiguous answer proved that the key hunter had known the exiles for a long time.

“I think you should know what’s important and weigh the pros and cons.” Franz’s eyes were like knives, trying to see into Li Lin’s heart through his pure black pupils. “There are some things you shouldn’t touch. Don’t touch them.”

As night fell and the trees swayed in the shadows, Li Lin turned slightly to the side, gazing at the police station emblem that shimmered in the moonlight. The distinctive symbol of the Vienna Police Department appeared like a hazy mist in the night.

Suddenly his voice came from the shadows.

"You've been bribed by Defoe?"

"I do not know what you're talking about."

Franz said indifferently, "But if you're trying to attack me this way, you're sorely mistaken."

“You’ve been bribed by Defoe.”

Li Lin's dark eyes stared directly at Franz's brow.

The way that gazes upwards slightly sends a shiver down one's spine.

“This is the Vienna Police Department.” Franz took a barely perceptible step back.

“I know,” Li Lin nodded. “I’m a good person.”

Franz gritted his teeth slightly: "You fucking call yourself a good person?"

“I didn’t have a choice before, but now I want to be a good person.” Li Lin’s voice rang in his mind.

Apparition.

At the same time, something hard pressed against Franz's lower back.

when......?

Shocking!

Franz was terrified. His eyes widened in disbelief—the key hunter was so audacious as to openly attack a Viennese police chief right in front of the police station!

"Damn it... Do you know what you're doing?!"

The only response he received was Li Lin's soft murmur.

"It pierces the heart and rips out the bones, causing the soul to leave the body."

In the dim shadows of the night, Li Lin, with his hand on Franz's shoulder, looked like a close friend having a pleasant conversation with the police officer.

Li Lin put his arm around Franz's shoulder and walked towards the deserted alleyway, the two of them very close.

If one ignores the officer's trembling body and his gradually dilating pupils.

Li Lin never takes more than three chapters to deal with his enemies.

166 The liquidator has arrived.

"Where did you take him?" the exile asked Li Lin.

“I really wanted to tell him he rolled around in an alley and got a lot of bullet holes in his body.” Li Lin maliciously made a Batman reference, “But I’m neither a lunatic nor a madman, I wouldn’t do something so tasteless.”

After undergoing interrogation involving astral projection and mind control, Franz's mind had been completely read.

Thanks to this official superhuman who exposed his identity, Li Lin's knowledge of blade aspect has deepened like never before, to the point that his ears are now filled with the sounds of swords slashing and gunfire blasting, interspersed with a few unpleasant curses from the battlefield.

The combat experience he gained from Franz's mind could not be directly transformed into Li Lin's own instincts, but if he was willing to spend a certain amount of time training every day, he could quickly turn those memories into his own.

"It's a pity that this government official chose the wrong side." The exile tidied his belongings, sighing with little hint of regret. "This may not necessarily be a pawn planted by my great enemy, but there's no doubt that the purgers have discovered their tracks. Hopefully, that police chief who took a whole year from them will be of some use."

"They're coming, they're almost here."

"The big one is coming," Li Lin repeated sarcastically.

“I really hope they didn’t go that far, but if they had any principles, they wouldn’t be called the liquidators.” The exile slammed his suitcase shut. “Did you say goodbye to Lord Forget-Me-Not?”

This sudden warning made Li Lin writhe like a maggot, while he looked at the exile in terror: "Shut up!"

"What's wrong?" the exile asked in surprise. "It was just a brief farewell. Surely my master wouldn't be so petty as to refuse me?"

A sense of relief gradually spread across Li Lin's face.