So that’s how it is.
Su Wanqing and Wei Banng finally understood.
Why the Bauhinia Association’s reaction was so strange.
The entire Bauhinia Association was already wiped out, and they even managed to ambush the newly appointed president.
Then, Wei Banng and the others were planning to connect with Yan Lin for more information.
But just at that mont...
Bzzz bzzz bzzz!
The phone Yan Lin had left on the coffee table suddenly vibrated intensely.
The screen lit up, an unmarked encrypted number was flashing crazily.
Yan Lin’s brow imdiately furrowed; she snatched up the phone, and after just one glance at the screen, her expression turned incredibly grave.
She raised her left hand.
The silver mask on the coffee table, as if pulled by invisible strings, swooshed into her hand.
"No ti to clarify your doubts right now."
Yan Lin’s voice resud the coldness and gravity of Mandala. While deftly placing the mask back onto her face, she spoke rapidly:
"Your teammates have also been attacked simultaneously!"
"In so places, even the support I sent couldn’t handle it."
"Go save your people first."
Bzz!
Like thunder exploding in their minds.
Su Wanqing and Wei Banng shot up from the sofa, their expressions changing dramatically.
They, both Tier Two, were encountering the encirclent of four Peak of Third Tier assassins!
What about the others?!
What about Fang Qingyu?!
A chill surged from their feet up their spines.
...
City of Injustice, East District.
A dark back alley near an abandoned industrial park.
The air was thick with the sll of rust, rotting food, and machine oil.
Piles of black garbage bags emitted a nauseating stench.
One massive pile of garbage bags shifted slightly, a few moldy pieces of cardboard slid off, revealing a pair of bloodshot, cautious eyes.
It was Chu Kuanglan.
He held his breath, the veins on his thick neck slightly bulging, ears attuned to any unusual sounds from outside the alley.
Occasionally, beams from car headlights would sweep past the alley entrance.
Illuminating the swarming flies and flowing sewage, before plunging back into suffocating darkness and silence.
"Mouse... how is he?"
Chu Kuanglan’s voice was extrely low, speaking without turning his head.
In the indentation behind him in the pile of trash, Qi Hao knelt half-struggling, a man completely unconscious slumped on his back.
The man was clad in an ordinary gray jacket.
Now it was ragged, soaked with dark red blood.
His face ashen, breathing so faint it was barely noticeable.
"He’s still alive, but barely."
Qi Hao’s voice carried urgency and an almost imperceptible tremble; he carefully adjusted his posture, avoiding the grotesque wound on the man’s back, "Outside... seems quiet now?"
"Wait a little longer!"
Chu Kuanglan said coolly, furrowing his brows, eyes fixed on the alley entrance.
Ti seed to freeze.
Every second felt like an eternity.
Everything that happened minutes ago replayed in their minds like a nightmare.
They were on bikes, planning to try their luck at a materials market on the edge of the Inner City.
Just as they entered a relatively secluded street, an invisible force field suddenly descended.
Completely isolating them from the clamorous city.
Three Tier Three assassins appeared like phantoms, attacking without a word.
Chu Kuanglan and Qi Hao were naturally no match for the three Tier Threes.
But just as Chu Kuanglan was about to fight desperately for Qi Hao’s escape route.
The man on Qi Hao’s back, like a Divine Weapon from the heavens, suddenly charged out from the shadows of a nearby building.
The power he unleashed was incredibly strong.
Forcibly holding off the three assassins, creating a breathing space for the two.
"Run!"
The man only shouted this, his voice hoarse, before diving into battle with the three.
Chu Kuanglan and Qi Hao’s minds were a chaotic ss at that mont, instinctively turning and running.
But they didn’t get far, only a few dozen ters before tacitly turning into this dead-end alley filled with garbage, holding their breath and closely watching the fight outside.
The thundering sounds of battle and the explosive clash of energies transmitted through the walls and trash piles, shaking even the sewage under their feet.
Amidst the fierce sounds of combat, occasional angry shouts and snatches of conversation could be heard:
"...The Bauhinia Association’s remnants dare show up? ...It’s practically courting death!"
"Remnants?!"
The word sent a chill through Chu Kuanglan and Qi Hao’s hearts.
People from the Bauhinia Association had already fallen to the level of being called remnants?!
Doesn’t that an the Bauhinia Association was indeed overrun with blood and completely overthrown?!
Then, an earth-shattering boom!
Thud!
A figure flew through the air like a ragged sack from the direction of the alley entrance, crashing heavily onto the gri-covered wall opposite, then slid to the ground—it was the man who had shielded them from the assassins.
The fresh blood spurting from his mouth appeared particularly shocking in the dim light.
And the figures of the three assassins, exuding cold murderous intent, appeared at the alley entrance behind him!
"Now!"
Chu Kuanglan’s eyes instantly turned blood red.
He and Qi Hao, like long-waiting leopards, pounced fiercely from behind the trash pile at the critical mont.
Chu Kuanglan’s burly body burst with astonishing speed.
He grabbed the almost unconscious man from the ground, slung him over his shoulder.
Qi Hao, anwhile, hurled several smoke grenades and flashbangs they had swiped from the Cyan Dragon Gang’s warehouse earlier in the day.
Bang! Hiss—!
Blinding white light and thick smoke erupted instantly at the narrow alley entrance.
"Go!!!"
Taking advantage of the opponents’ montarily disrupted sight and perception, Chu Kuanglan carried the man as he and Qi Hao sprinted into the maze-like complex of alleys, beginning their desperate escape.
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