Zhong Yan's timing was impeccable. When he arrived at the Mountain Lion Gang's headquarters, Razor had just captured Jane and was preparing to hand her over to his pack of bloodthirsty subordinates.
Zhong Yan could more or less guess Jane's identity—most likely an undercover agent placed in the organization by the Public Security Bureau.
Otherwise, how did the Bureau manage to arrive so quickly during the incident at the amusement park? Clearly, someone had tipped them off beforehand.
She had known the time and place of the operation, but not the specifics—this perfectly aligned with Jane's limited status within the group at the time.
That's why when Zhong Yan said he would kill everyone, he didn't mean her. He planned to verify his guess through genjutsu later.
But for now—it was time to create a Red Moon Night that belonged solely to the Mountain Lion Gang.
"And who the hell are you to talk to our boss like that?! You have any idea who we are? We're the Mountain—"
A reckless grunt, too eager to brown-nose, stepped up to challenge Zhong Yan.
Zhong Yan's answer was swift.
His hand reached for the katana at his waist. With the light press of his thumb, the blade shifted slightly from its sheath.
The next instant, a crimson gleam flashed through the air.
Zhong Yan vanished like a phantom, dashing forward at a speed no ordinary eye could follow. By the time the others processed what had happened, he was already standing among them—and the fool who dared provoke him had been cleanly sliced in half.
Blood dripped from the edge of his blade. But what shone more vividly than that was the single blood-red eye beneath his mask.
"Kill... KILL HIM!!"
The stunning sight shattered the composure of the Mountain Lion Gang's members. They raised their weapons and opened fire, bullets flying chaotically toward Zhong Yan.
But the bullets, instead of tearing into his flesh, passed straight through him—striking their own allies nearby.
Gunshots mixed with screams of pain. Chaos engulfed the rooftop.
Zhong Yan seized the moment. With a flash, he reappeared behind another Mountain Lion Gang member, and in one swift, clean strike, slit the man's throat.
Without pause, he turned to the next target.
One panicked grunt raised his gun and unleashed a frenzied barrage. To his shock, the bullets tore Zhong Yan apart—shredding his body like paper.
He almost cheered—until a disorienting boom echoed in his ears.
Only then did he realize the man he had riddled with bullets wasn't Zhong Yan... but a comrade who had come to assist.
In his blind panic, he'd killed five of his own.
Before he could even register the horror, Zhong Yan reappeared beside him—and with one strike, ended his life.
Blood coated the rooftop in a thick, glistening layer. The remaining Mountain Lion Gang members were stunned, paralyzed with fear.
And Zhong Yan... didn't stop.
Even as their numbers dwindled, he wielded his katana without restraint. Every swing claimed a life—one once living, but now reduced to filth.
Seeing the slaughter unfold, Razor finally snapped.
He couldn't believe this mysterious intruder would just start killing—without hesitation, without fear—and all on his own.
In that moment, he realized the truth. This was the same man who had been systematically dismantling the Mountain Lion Gang.
Fury surged in Razor's chest. As the Mountain Lion Gang's supreme leader, even the New Eridu Public Security Bureau had never laid a hand on him—yet this nameless ghost dared humiliate him in such a way.
He couldn't bear it.
Shoving aside his underlings, ignoring Jane—who was crawling away in hopes of escape—he activated the device on his body and strode toward Zhong Yan.
"You were supposed to be the last one to die," Zhong Yan muttered, surprised by Razor's boldness.
He had expected the show of power to intimidate him. But it seemed these outlaws didn't value their lives at all.
Fine, then. Let's just rearrange the order of death.
While the Mountain Lion Gang scattered in disarray, too panicked to fire back, Zhong Yan activated Kamui. As the space before him twisted, several iron chains burst from the vortex.
They shot straight at Razor, wrapping around him like serpents, locking him in place.
Then, with a yank, the chains pulled him into the Kamui dimension.
Zhong Yan didn't spare the stunned Mountain Lion Gang a glance. A moment later, he too vanished into the swirling space.
Inside the Kamui realm, Razor was flung to the ground like garbage.
Before him stretched a dark corridor—designed by Zhong Yan for people exactly like him. No light. No escape.
Then, a figure appeared at the end of the hallway.
Razor looked up, trembling. It was him—Tobi.
As he turned his head slowly, the blood-red eye beneath the mask came into view.
Katana in hand, Zhong Yan began walking forward—each step instantly flickering him closer. The air grew heavier with each blink, each pulse of pressure.
Razor felt death creeping closer with every breath. The fear suffocated him, snuffing out every ounce of his earlier arrogance.
He wanted to run. But the chains around his body wouldn't let him.
Zhong Yan drew nearer. The presence of death grew stronger.
And finally, the once-fearsome leader of the Mountain Lion Gang... began to cry.
He didn't beg. That much dignity remained. But it was clear—he had accepted death.
Not that dignity would save him.
Zhong Yan stopped in front of him and raised his blade. The cold glint of steel shimmered with faint bloodstains.
Looking down on Razor from above, he waited for a moment—
Then struck.
"This is... the eternal night."