These guys.
No matter their purpose.
It certainly wasn’t anything good.
Since they were looking for trouble and had brought weapons, they were enemies. Tang Qing was not one to go easy on enemies, although even if he had to kill soone, he wouldn’t do it himself.
From the beginning to the end.
The fighters had a lot of blood on their hands.
But his hands.
They were always clean.
Hands that had never killed—this was a record he intended to keep. Perhaps it was a psychological effect, but now that he had risen to his current position, if he were to get his hands bloody, he felt it was too unskilled.
Dirty work.
Why do it himself?
Is it fun?
Nonsense.
Actually.
He had also left himself an ’archway’; his hands wouldn’t use knives, guns, or other objects to draw blood. However, that didn’t an he wouldn’t use nerve telekinesis to control them—that wouldn’t count as ’personally doing’ it.
...
He turned around.
Tang Qing walked towards the Santana.
At that point.
The underground garage was theirs alone, the garage’s access control system had suddenly malfunctioned, and outside cars couldn’t enter temporarily. But one could co bursting out from anywhere, so they had to quickly take control of the situation.
Inside the car.
Not a severe shake.
None of the five were badly hurt.
It just felt like today was cursed, one strange thing after another. Watching Tang Qing approach through the rearview mirror, the leader was delighted; it was like finding a path through the willows, he had co right to them.
Two bodyguards were still missing.
Since Huaxia bodyguards seldom carried guns, they had checked, and none of Tang Qing’s bodyguards had gun permits. Thus, dealing with these ’unard’ bodyguards, they had crossbows, it was just too easy to capture them.
"Get ready, Tang Qing is coming."
The leader pulled out a crossbow arrow, disengaged the safety, and the others did the sa.
Suddenly.
They seed to realize a problem.
--- The door wouldn’t open, the windows wouldn’t roll down. Speaking of doors not opening, they understood that was due to electronic control, but why couldn’t the chanical roll-down windows of this old car be used?
Four completely independent systems.
It was impossible for them to break down simultaneously.
Okay.
What are they to do?
They couldn’t just break the windows and stick a hand out to fight, could they? It seed unlikely; the car didn’t have a sunroof. Looking at the ’completely off-guard’ Tang Qing, were they supposed to pretend to be injured passengers?
Just as they were hesitating.
"The door seems to be able to open now." It turned out, the driver mistakenly pushed sothing and heard a click, to find the door opened easily—all of them secretly praised heaven in their hearts.
The people in the back seat also found the doors could be opened.
No more to be said.
They imdiately opened the doors and rushed out.
Holding the crossbow arrows, they aid at Tang Qing, but they found that Tang Qing and his bodyguards seed utterly unpanicked, no, it wasn’t just that—they hadn’t moved an inch.
What happened to the loyal protection?
You’re really unprofessional!
And besides.
Can you at least show so respect?
Your lack of expression really saps their sense of achievent.
Ignoring these strange happenings, the leader said in a low voice, "Don’t move, don’t let a misunderstanding happen, Boss Tang, please co with us, otherwise, I can’t guarantee your safety."
"Shall we talk sowhere else?"
His eyes narrowed.
"You need to understand, who is in control of the situation now, make your move." The previous words were rely to buy ti for his team to get into advantageous positions. His task was to take Tang Qing away.
Not one extra person would do.
’Make your move’ ant to take down the bodyguards. The crossbow arrows contained a sedative, which sotis was more effective than a gun, quiet and less likely to harm the target. However, they still felt more secure with guns.
Imdiately.
The five n pulled the triggers.
However.
An embarrassingly mont occurred.
The triggers wouldn’t budge.
"..."
"..."
Big eyes staring at small eyes.
The atmosphere beca terribly awkward.
So... um.
Can we start over?
At that mont.
Their mood was absolutely terrible.
They admitted that the Santana’s quality was poor, since everything had already happened and they ca out unhard. But damn it, these weapons were defective, and that was intolerable.
That’s not right.
They had tested the crossbow arrows many tis before, and they were in perfect condition, no issues at all. Could it be that during today’s task, a teammate had sabotaged them? Was there a traitor in their team?
This speculation.
Quickly took root and sprouted in the leader’s mind.
But reality didn’t give him much ti.
"What are you guys trying to do?" Tang Qing looked puzzled and bewildered.
"..."
Awkward.
The leader didn’t answer.
Instead, he took action by ditching the crossbow in his hand and charged at one of Tang Qing’s bodyguards, believing in his combat techniques, one bodyguard...
"Hisss..."
My chest hurts.
He only saw a flash before finding himself at the front, suddenly facing his four teammates, then violently hitting the rear glass of the Santana.
"Bang!! Crack crack crack~~~"
The glass shattered.
It hurt both front and back.
The leader was bewildered.
What had just happened?
The other n weren’t faring much better, just as they were preparing to follow the leader’s pace, clenching their fists, and getting ready to charge, they saw the leader’s rear end crashing into the car.
It looked painful.
However.
Despite the surprise.
It wasn’t a reason for them to stop and stare. Apparently, they had encountered a tough opponent today. They knew the leader’s combat skills, almost as good as professional assassins, so they couldn’t afford to be careless.
They reached for the dagger strapped to their legs.
... and it got stuck again.
They swore.
Next ti.
They would never use these chanically locked dagger sheaths again.
And those unreliable crossbow arrows, it was like ’putting themselves in a deadly situation before the enemy even moved’, like in a sprint where the runner trips over their own shoelaces at the start.
What a heart-pounding challenge!
No ti to think further.
First, control the situation.
The four n simultaneously swung their fists and charged forward.
Then.
Very quickly.
They deeply understood a principle.
---Without trying, you wouldn’t know what despair is.
With incredibly fast and invisible moves, the two fighters at the front, with just two punches each, disabled all four, causing severe distortion in all their attacking arms.
Broken.
Tang Qing’s bodyguards.
At least all Level 8 fighters, significantly stronger now after multiple upgrades compared to when they first started. These ’experts’ without even a Level 1 rank had no other option but death.
"Ah."
"Hisss."
"..."
Pain.
It’s over.
They had encountered true masters, Tang Qing’s bodyguards. The information provided by the organization was practically a set-up for murder. Also, this task had an eerie vibe to it; could it be that the organization was plotting a ’kill with a borrowed knife’?
You can’t bla them for thinking so.
Falsified information aside.
Weapons.
Equipnt.
With back-to-back issues, what else could it be if not a plot to silence them?
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