When the magicians heard this, they exchanged wary glances. The leading magician, seething with rage, clenched his teeth. "Boy, don't be too arrogant. Today will be your last!"
As he spoke, he raised his wand, preparing to strike. But in the blink of an eye, Lin Mei vanished—gone as if swallowed by the air itself.
"What?!" The leader's eyes widened in shock. He had never seen such an eerie movement before.
Before he could react, Lin Mei materialized behind him, snatching the wand clean from his grasp.
"You think you can catch me with such pathetic tricks? Laughable." Lin Mei sneered, then turned the wand against them, unleashing a barrage of attacks.
Chaos erupted. The magicians scrambled to counter, their wands slicing through the air in desperate attempts to fend off Lin Mei's assault. But she was a phantom—darting through their ranks like a shadow, every strike precise and unrelenting.
One by one, the magicians collapsed, drained of their strength, their wands stripped away. Lin Mei stood over them, her gaze cold and detached, as if looking down at a cluster of insignificant insects.
Clutching the confiscated wands, she turned her attention to the leader.
"Damn it! Who said this was just some lowly wizard? This brat is stronger than those Oro!" someone cursed.
Lin Mei ignored their protests, fixing her gaze on the fallen leader. "You know the Death Eaters. Tell me—do any of them exist among the twenty-eight pure-blood families?"
The leader's face paled. A tremor crept into his voice. "W-what kind of question is that? How should I know who among those noble families are Death Eaters?"
Lin Mei let out a sharp laugh. "What a pathetic liar. The Dark Mark of Voldemort on your arm is practically screaming your allegiance."
"I swear, I don't know! I'm just a small fry—I have no connections to those high-ranking families!" he sputtered, his voice unraveling with desperation.
Lin Mei's expression darkened. "Then let's see how clean your lies really are."
With a flick of her wand, she cast a cleansing spell on his left arm. The dirt and grime faded, revealing the sinister black mark etched into his skin.
A collective gasp rose from the surrounding magicians.
"The Dark Mark! Boss… you're a Death Eater?!"
"Shut up, you fool! I don't need you pointing it out!" the leader barked, but his panic was evident.
Lin Mei's eyes were like daggers, her gaze locked onto his trembling arm. "So much for playing ignorant."
She took a step closer, her voice dipping into a dangerous whisper. "Death Eater. That means you serve Voldemort. Now tell me—how many of the twenty-eight pure-blood families are involved?"
Lightning crackled around her, the air thick with electricity.
The leader recoiled. "I... I can't say. If they find out I talked, I'm dead."
Lin Mei tilted her head, amusement flickering in her eyes. "Oh? So you do know."
The leader flinched, realizing his mistake. "No! I don't know anything!" he stammered, shaking his head wildly.
Lin Mei smirked. "That's fine. I'm not in a rush. You'll talk soon enough."
Without hesitation, she unleashed a surge of lightning. Bolts of electricity danced across their bodies, sending violent tremors through them. Agonized cries filled the air as the current coursed through their nerves, wracking them with pain.
The leader clenched his jaw, enduring the torment, but his underlings were not as strong. They convulsed, wailing in anguish.
Lin Mei showed no mercy. Her eyes held no warmth—only cold determination. The lightning crawled over them like a relentless predator, breaking down their will piece by piece.
"Speak!" Lin Mei's voice cut through the crackling storm, her patience all but gone.
The leader, drenched in sweat, his face ghostly pale, wavered between fear and defiance. He stared into Lin Mei's eyes and knew—this was no ordinary opponent. There was no escape.
Finally, he broke. His voice cracked, trembling with defeat. "I... I'll talk! But I don't know much! I only heard whispers—some families are involved, but I swear, I don't know exactly who!"
Lin Mei watched him, her gaze unreadable.
"That's a start," she murmured, lightning still flickering at her fingertips.
Lin Mei narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing the truth behind his words. The crackling current gradually weakened but still held its oppressive grip on them.
"Which families?" Her voice was low and forceful, each word striking like a hammer against the leader's crumbling resolve.
The wizard's lips trembled before he finally uttered the names of several families. Though the information was limited, it was enough—a valuable lead.
"Good. At least you know your place." Lin Mei scoffed, withdrawing the lightning. The magicians collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, momentarily relieved.
Then, in a heartbeat, a gleaming iron sword materialized in Lin Mei's hand. With a swift motion, she severed the heads of the black wizards before her.
The Death Eater's eyes remained frozen in disbelief even as life left them.
Lin Mei felt no discomfort in killing. There was no hesitation, no remorse.
Reaching into a suitcase set beside her, she retrieved a bottle filled with a thick, green solution.
"Consider this a favor," she muttered, shaking the bottle. "This is concentrated digestive fluid extracted from the stomach of a man-eating vine. I hadn't planned to use it on you... but here we are."
With an air of indifference, she poured the entire contents over the corpses.
A hissing sound filled the warehouse as thick white smoke curled into the air. Within moments, the bodies dissolved, leaving behind nothing but a foul-smelling, yellow-brown puddle.
Without another glance, Lin Mei vanished from the scene.
In a quiet alley, Lin Mei walked toward an unassuming storefront with its doors tightly shut. Though outwardly a simple decor shop, its interior told a different story.
Under the dim lighting, shelves brimmed with rare artifacts, each emanating an eerie glow. The walls were draped with ancient scrolls and maps, marked with cryptic symbols and indecipherable patterns—silent keepers of long-forgotten secrets.
At the heart of the shop, atop a worn wooden table, sat a peculiar statue. Its hollow eyes seemed to pierce through the soul, radiating an unsettling energy. Beside it, a massive glass jar imprisoned a grotesque, multi-hued creature. It pressed against the glass, its resentful gaze fixed on the outside world, as if yearning to shatter its prison and reclaim its freedom.
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