Preface

  In the year 2000, a joyful year. The winter in Northeast China is dry and cold. If it's someone from the South visiting Northeast for the first time, they will feel the chill to their bones, so cold that their heart is trembling.

  Shenyang, on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, tonight is New Year's Eve. The north wind mixed with snowflakes stings people's faces, but the cold weather cannot stop people from going out to celebrate. At the top of the World Trade Building in the Financial and Commercial Development Zone of Shenyang City, a man wearing a ghost mask stands at the edge of the rooftop. His long hair dances in the howling north wind, his narrowed eyes gleam with a cold light, and the murderous aura emanating from him makes your heart feel like it's been wrapped in a layer of ice and snow on this winter night.

  "Are you the Ghost General? A stern yet clear voice sounded from behind the Ghost General."

  "Alas... The ghost let out a long sigh: 'You've been chasing me for three years and still don't know who I am, how pitiful.'"

  "Hmph... I don't need your pity, I'm a police officer and as long as someone commits a crime, I'll catch them."

  "But you can't catch me, it's been three years, if I didn't intentionally lure you here, would you have been able to catch up with me?"

  "I know it was you who brought me here, I'm not that stupid. You bring me here and aren't afraid of me catching you?"

  "So you brought me here for what? Are you trying to show off to us police?"

  The ghost's mouth twitched slightly at the corner of his mask, and his eyes were full of amusement: "You're really clever, if all your police were like you I think I wouldn't be standing here now."

  "Alas... you police have let me down. Since you can't catch him, let me help you sentence him to death. He has been hiding abroad for three years and finally showed up today."

  At 11:50, a group of people walked out of the World Trade International Hotel in the World Trade Building.

  "Hey, big brother, are you okay? I'll send you back." The speaker was a man in his thirties, over 1.8 meters tall, with a stout build and a buzz cut, and a long scar on his face.

  That old man with a strong smell of wine said carelessly: "Nothing's wrong, I didn't drink much."

  "But there are many enemies looking for you. Especially that Ghost General, he seems to have never left this place."

  "It doesn't matter, did you see that foreigner behind us?"

  "Who is he?"

  "He's the world's third-ranked killer, I don't even know his real name, all I know is that he's called 'Soul Chaser'. If he's after you, it's a death sentence, no one can escape. I once helped him with a small favor, so he owes me one. With things being rough on the road lately, I've brought him in to help take care of our enemies and protect me at the same time." He finished with a self-satisfied chuckle.

  The demon king stood on the rooftop, seeing them come out, his killing aura instantly filled the surroundings, his eyes slightly narrowed, a cold light flashed and disappeared, and he said coldly: "They're out, beauty, we'll meet again."

  "Halt! A stern shout came from behind, 'Move another step and I'll shoot'."

  The ghost let out a long laugh, and with the laughter, he jumped down. The beautiful policewoman took a few steps to the edge of the building and looked down, only to see a black shadow rapidly falling downwards. She stomped her feet twice and turned around to run back.

  The big boss walked to the side of the car with a group of subordinates, and a younger brother hastily opened the door. The big boss waved his hand at the subordinates and got into the car. A killing aura spread around, and the pursuer quickly pulled out a gun, with a thread of cold light shooting out from his eyes as he stared forward.

  Ka. Ka. Ka. The howling north wind couldn't drown out the sound of boots trampling the ground, each step seeming to tread on people's hearts, making it hard for them to breathe. The newcomer, wearing a ghostly mask, stopped about ten or so steps away from the crowd.

  "Who are you?" the big boss asked loudly as he got off the car?

  "Ghost Head", a hoarse voice with a hint of vicissitude rang out. The big boss and his subordinates heard the two words "Ghost Head" and their faces suddenly turned pale.

  "Are you the Ghost General?" a strange and eerie voice asked.

  "Yes" is a very simple answer.

  "It's you who's after Black Tiger Zhao? You think you can take on all of us by yourself? We're all armed, and you've got nothing."

  "The Ghost Head" gazed coldly at the foreigner who was speaking. Without saying a word, he slowly turned around, and as he did, his two hands slightly moved, revealing over ten flashes of cold light that vanished instantly.

  "Idiot, who says only guns can kill people? I have no idea how you managed to become the third-ranked in your world." The figure gradually disappeared into the darkness. At this time, more than a dozen people were seen covering their throats with both hands, but blood was slowly flowing out from between their fingers. More than a dozen desperate eyes stared blankly at the night sky, and as the sound of bodies falling to the ground rang out, the New Year's bell also tolled, ushering in the joyful cheers and celebrations of the people, while they sank into darkness amidst the joyful sounds.