The formidable enemy was in front of them, and Yuanfei Zuo's n had privately accepted the challenge, completely disrupting Luo Zheng's plan. This made Luo Zheng extrely angry as he unceremoniously criticized Yuanfei Zuo. The difference in outlooks led to flaws in the entire attack, even endangering everyone's lives. Luo Zheng looked at Yuanfei Zuo with a grim expression. As long as Yuanfei Zuo remained stubborn and stuck to his own ideas, Luo Zheng decided to abandon the cooperation, unwilling to tie the lives of his brothers to a group of obstinate people.
Lan Xue also kept a close eye on Yuanfei Zuo, secretly preparing herself to strike first if things went wrong. She had always been vigilant about Yuanfei Zuo and his daughter, never completely trusting them. If it weren't for Luo Zheng wanting to cooperate, Lan Xue would never have agreed to the partnership.
Upon hearing Luo Zheng's words, Yuanfei Zuo's face changed dramatically, as his faith and beliefs were under attack, causing him to waver. On one hand was the belief he had held since childhood, and on the other was the survival of the Kaga ninjas. Which path to take? Yuanfei Zuo was montarily at a loss over what to choose. Beside him, Xinzi also turned pale upon hearing Luo Zheng's words, cold sweat covering her forehead.
Both Yuanfei Zuo and Xinzi were astute and wise individuals, and they quickly understood Luo Zheng's earnestness and anger, realizing that his words weren't false. However, it was difficult for them to shift their stance so quickly. Luo Zheng observed the two people already engaged in a fight, their blade skills indeed evenly matched, with strikes being exchanged in a thrilling display.
"What should we do next?" Mountain Eagle's voice rang out in the earpiece. The targets had been locked, and the enemy had started searching in all directions. If they didn't open fire soon, it would be too late.
Luo Zheng, unable to linger on the rare spectacle of blade skills, looked towards Yuanfei Zuo and asked, "For the sake of a pleasant cooperation, I'll give you three seconds to consider. Otherwise, I'll lead my n in retreat, canceling the collaboration."
"I'll listen to you. What do you suggest?" Yuanfei Zuo, understanding the crisis of the situation and the importance of choice, ultimately chose the latter when faced with his faith and the life and death of the Kaga ninjas. He spoke with agony, and after finishing, it seed as though he had been utterly drained, letting go of many burdens and feeling sowhat relieved.
"What about you?" Luo Zheng coldly asked, looking at Xinzi.
"I'm sorry. I apologize for my ignorance and naivety and will follow your lead," Xinzi said with guilt, her words carrying a bit of respect, even using honorifics. As a martial artist, Xinzi had her pride and only admired Luo Zheng until now. After this incident, Xinzi realized her shortcomings compared to Luo Zheng and developed a deep sense of admiration for him, letting go of her haughtiness altogether.
"All units, attention. Target: Shijing Kong and Shijing Ye. Free to shoot, kill!" Luo Zheng coldly commanded.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Countless sniper bullets scread through the darkness, emitting terrifying shrieks under the night sky, charging toward the target as if Death God was roaring and howling.
Yet, Shijing Kong and Shijing Ye, with their extraordinary skills, remained alert. As soon as Shijing Kong sensed the approaching danger, he nimbly rolled out of the way. The ninja he was fighting paused, shouted angrily, but didn't chase after, instead turning to look at the night sky, clearly dissatisfied.
Two more sniper bullets pursued Shijing Kong. As he deftly rolled, he used his blade to protect his body. The unavoidable bullet hit the Japanese sword, breaking it, but Shijing Kong only sustained minor injuries, testimonial to the sword's resilience. Observing the broken sword, Shijing Kong let out a roar, like a raging lion under the night sky.
Shijing Ye wasn't as fortunate. While Shijing Kong was fighting the ninja, the chances for sniping were slim, but Shijing Ye stood nearby with no cover. Five sniper bullets aid to kill him, nearly cutting off all his escape routes. Nonetheless, Shijing Ye, proving his mastery, moved his body in a bizarre manner, dodging three bullets. Another bullet was blocked by the sword in his hand. The sword was shattered, and the bullet's impact was significantly reduced, causing the body a minor injury. But another bullet hit Shijing Ye's arm, blowing it off on the spot.
"Ah—!" Shijing Ye let out a devastating scream, blood gushing from the arm, the sound spreading far and wide in the night, incredibly terrifying.
About to counterattack in fury, Shijing Kong heard the sound and instantly panicked. Shijing Ye was not only the heir of the family but also his only son. If anything happened, the family would be finished, and so would he. Shijing Kong would not allow this to happen. He stomped hard, rushing up like lightning, and grabbed Shijing Ye, shouting loudly.
More people rushed in, surrounding the pair and retreating toward the back gardens. Luo Zheng saw this and frowned, turning to Yuanfei Zuo, saying, "Your people missed the chance for pursuit; it's not my fault."
"Understood, it was indeed our own fault. If it weren't for his presence, it wouldn't have affected your sniping. Shijing Kong might have already been successfully sniped." Yuanfei Zuo said with sha.
"Brothers, incendiary bomb attack once, target: Shijing Kong. Attack and quickly withdraw to Point One, wait for my orders." Luo Zheng coldly stated. Point One specifically referred to the Embassy, which had been predetermined.
"Yes." Everyone agreed simultaneously.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Including Mountain Eagle, eleven incendiary bombs were rapidly fired, their flas stretching long in the night, emitting a heart-piercing screech as if Death God himself was descending, charged with the intent of destruction, accurately targeting Shijing Kong being escorted out.
The first sniper incendiary bomb was blocked by the people around Shijing Kong, and it exploded instantly, scattering flammable agent everywhere. Countless individuals were contaminated, the intense high temperature burning through them like a hot knife through butter, searing and lting muscle. The intense pain made many of them let out ghastly screams.
Everyone has a limit to how much pain they can endure. The ninjas, with their supre skills, had exceptional thresholds but couldn't withstand soul-wrenching tornt either, rolling on the ground one by one in agony. The human wall surrounding Shijing Kong ford an opening, and more incendiary bombs shot through this gap almost in coordination.
Having experienced nurous battles together, everyone was very coordinated and had considered the effects of sniping. The incendiary bombs continued to be intercepted by those on the periphery who couldn't bear the pain and fell, allowing more incendiary bombs to attack, causing chaos. Seeing no way to avoid it, Shijing Kong held Shijing Ye and rolled to evade but still got hit by flying flammable agents.
"Roar—!" Shijing Kong let out a painful low growl, like a wounded lion. His eyes were locked on the depths of the night, wary of another attack. His legs were already injured, making it impossible to dodge again, his heart filled with urgency, roaring, calling for help from those around him.
At this mont, Shijing Kong was filled with utmost hatred. So many snipers appearing at once could only an the governnt or the Emperor. The governnt was unlikely. It had to be the Emperor targeting the Shijing family. This vengeance must be paid. With the help of others, Shijing Kong quickly retreated to the gardens to hide, his face coldly eyeing the unconscious Shijing Ye, his heart burning with even more intense hatred.
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