Outside, chaos reigned supre, explosions occasionally shook the city.
Through the car window, his gallant figure was right before their eyes.
So powerful...
Indeed, Shen Zuimo could only describe this man as powerful. How did he do it? How exactly did he manage it?
Thinking back, when Sato brought people to assassinate Ye Daqiao, they t for the first ti. Let's count it as their first eting. Because her previous mories of him were virtually non-existent.
Back then, he was formidable, but still no match for Sato. Yet later on, he wiped out Red Butterfly. How did he grow so much? If he had been practicing martial arts since childhood, one could attribute it to innate talent, but Shen Zuimo knew that over two years ago, he couldn't fight at all.
In over two years, from soone who knew nothing about martial arts to reaching such an... abnormal level, what exactly did he encounter?
Indeed, even though Ren Zhongtian left over thirty years of power combined with the Ren Family's Heaven-Burning Technique, which might make Xiaofan unparalleled among the younger generation, in front of older veterans, he was still too inexperienced. However, fate ensured he t Ren Ling.
He was outside, desperately fighting for his freedom. If the battle with Red Butterfly was sothing she only heard of, today, it was witnessed firsthand.
To be blunt, he was risking his life.
If he was working so hard, how could she easily give up?
While the driver in the front was desperately trying to figure out how to open the car door, Shen Zuimo quietly took a hairpin from her back. Leng Yue had bought this hairpin for her, as an assassin must be able to turn most things around them into a weapon.
'Swish...'
'Ugh, ow...'
Initially handcuffed, both hands and feet, the driver in the front didn't care about Shen Zuimo, thinking only about getting off and taking her back to the base, but then...
His throat was slashed, and vitality slipped away...
Even though she succeeded, Shen Zuimo couldn't open the car door. The car had beco twisted from the collision, and with the lock broken, she could only crawl out through the window.
With both her hands and feet still bound, it wasn't easy to get out.
As Shen Zuimo struggled to stick her head out, she suddenly saw Xiaofan about to be struck, and her actions halted abruptly.
He would die. He would surely die if that palm hit him, and a follow-up attack ensued.
In that instant, Shen Zuimo's actions froze.
Escape? Why? Why run away?
In that mont, she couldn't find a reason to live. If he died, why remain alive?
Don't die, please don't die. Didn't you say you would take back safely?
'Boom, boom...'
The unexpected happened, Xiaofan's crisis suddenly resolved by internal conflict on the opposing side.
Just then, a cold glint flashed. The foolish guy bore a faint, cold smile.
Clearly sinister in nature, but in Shen Zuimo's eyes, inexplicably reassuring.
He swiftly reversed his grip on the short knife, stepped forward, and made a sidelong slash...
'Swish.'
After a series of movents, Xiaofan didn't even look at his opponent, turning and swiftly shooting three toothpicks at another person.
The elder behind him couldn't believe his eyes, watching Xiaofan's swift departure. A thin blood trail appeared at his throat, and his breathing grew labored, as if sothing was desperately trying to escape from his neck.
He pressed down tightly. No matter how he pressed, it was uncomfortable. Why, why couldn't he breathe? What was this sticky liquid in his hands?
No, how could he die here? How could he die at the hands of this young punk? Impossible, it's impossible...
He collapsed, his body convulsing. As if suddenly understanding sothing, he wanted to shout, but no words ca. He knew,
his companions would co for him soon.
Run out of toothpicks? What nonsense. Xiaofan could easily carry a box full of them.
Seeing his companion dead due to his own blunder, the old fellow didn't have ti to regret causing his comrade's death, as the terrifying hidden toothpick weapon ca rushing at him.
Barely dodging it, he was thinking of avenging his old friend, but... where did he go?
'Thunk...'
Pain shot through his chest, and the old man lowered his head slightly. He saw Ye Xiaofan crouched in front of him.
Did he let his guard down? Did he fail to notice his movents, or did Xiaofan intentionally hold back initially?
Regardless of which, with the heart's stab, death was certain...
"Bastard..." With his last breath, the old man shouted angrily, wanting to drag Xiaofan down with him.
But how could Xiaofan give him that chance?
'Swish. Boom...'
Pulling out the short knife, he slamd a heavy palm into the man's chest, breaking the ribs with force...
Only one left... kill him, and go ho...
It all happened so quickly, the last old fellow barely had ti to react before seeing his two comrades lying on the ground.
Run... his first reaction was to escape. One on one, death was certain.
Everyone let their guard down. No one expected this outco. Originally, with the three of them present, even if those old mbers of Yanhuang Soul ca, they couldn't take anyone away. What was with this Ye Xiaofan, becoming this terrifyingly powerful overnight?
No, as long as he could control Shen Zuimo, there was still a chance. Right...
He staggered, quickly rushing towards the car.
Shen Zuimo was still amazed by Xiaofan's strength, but seeing the opponent approach, she panicked and tried to retreat, but with hands and feet bound, she might not make it in ti.
It's bad; would she drag him down again?
The hand reached out, victory evident on the old fellow's face. If he controlled this girl's life, no matter how capable Ye Xiaofan was, he would obey him.
Catch her, squeeze her neck. Then...
"She is not for you to touch."
A cold voice rang from beside his ear...
"Nani?"
'Swish.'
At such close proximity, just about to grab Shen Zuimo's hair, yet his hand suddenly fell to the ground.
The wrist, along with the hand bone, was chopped off, the smooth cut surprisingly made him feel no pain in that instant.
"So, so fast..."
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