"Put down the gun, did you hear ?" Zhang Ting pointed her gun at Ghost’s back and commanded sternly. Ghost inwardly sighed at the misfortune; how could he run into the police at this ti? Su Qingyu was in danger at any mont, and he didn’t have ti to explain, not to ntion Zhang Ting was even less likely to listen to his explanation.
"Ting, be careful, he has a submachine gun in his hands," a SWAT officer said to Zhang Ting, eyeing the MP5 in Ghost’s hands. Such a submachine gun was a lethal weapon in the city, which made Ghost even more exasperated as he felt like he was being scapegoated by those assassins.
"Chen, disarm his weapon," Zhang Ting said coldly. The SWAT officer beside her responded and pulled out a pair of handcuffs from behind, briskly walked to Ghost, unloaded the submachine gun from his hands, and expertly cuffed Ghost with the handcuffs.
"Take him away," Zhang Ting ordered coldly. Gunfire was everywhere in the hospital now, and Zhang Ting had to deal with other people.
"I apologize for the offense," Ghost said indifferently. Before the SWAT officer could react, Ghost’s hands strangely slipped out of the handcuffs, and the next second, a cloud of smoke violently burst on the ground. A series of actions seed to be done in an instant, so fast that the three of them had no ti to react.
"Cough cough, chase after him," Zhang Ting said in a mixture of anger and embarrassnt, furious that soone dared to play tricks right under the special force’s noses. It was truly bizarre how he could slip away – once the smoke cleared, only the three of them were left, and the submachine gun on the ground had also disappeared.
"Yes."
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"All Hidden Guards, converge on the sixth floor," Ghost said into his headset, but he heard a harsh static noise instead. Clearly, soone had set up a jamr inside the hospital.
"Damn it," Ghost cursed, tearing off his headset and dashing towards the sixth floor.
"Bang bang bang." As Ghost was passing a corner, he suddenly ran into a group of assassins who started shooting without a word. Though the assassins were professionally trained, they were no match for a cultivator. Ghost tossed aside the submachine gun, held a dagger in one hand, and with a leap, he landed behind the assassins.
"Court death," a dagger in Ghost’s hand danced like a butterfly, swiftly cutting the throat of one assassin. Imdiately, Ghost snatched a pistol from the waist of another, flicked the weapon, and hit another.
"Bang bang bang." There were urgent matters at hand for Ghost; he kept pulling the trigger, easily taking down the assassins with the pistol before racing towards the sixth floor.
"Nightmare, where’s Nightmare?" Ghost shouted as he ran, with bullets occasionally whizzing past him.
"Wait, Illusion Fox." As Ghost walked on, suddenly a woman burst out of a door and bumped right into Ghost’s arms. When he saw who it was, he suddenly rembered—could this Illusion Fox be the one impersonating Poisonous Concubine from before?
"Wait, you’re Illusion Fox, right?"
"Ghost, have you taken the wrong dicine, or are you blind?" Illusion Fox couldn’t help but curse. Of course, she didn’t understand the situation and naturally thought Ghost was acting crazy.
"Just now, soone impersonated you and I drove them off. I need to confirm it’s really you." Ghost hurriedly explained. "Where’s Nightmare?"
"I don’t know either. She left a while ago and hasn’t co back. I heard soone attacking outside, so I ca out to check." Illusion Fox’s face showed anger. Known as ’a thousand faces’, soone now dared to disguise themselves as her to deceive others. If she were to find out that Poisonous Concubine tried to seduce Ghost by disguising as her, it would probably infuriate Illusion Fox to no end.
"Forget it, co to the sixth floor with right now. My sister-in-law is still there." Ghost cursed under his breath and charged towards the sixth floor without looking back.
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Hospital, sixth floor.
"You guys go into the room and protect Netherworld Empress, I’ll cover our retreat." Nightmare, standing at the doorway of the hospital room, spoke to the three Hidden Guards behind him, his twin halberds still dripping with blood.
"Yes, sir."
Nightmare disliked using guns, so he always used lee weapons from start to finish. When the assassins attacked, he happened to be patrolling nearby. As soon as he heard the gunfire, he realized sothing was wrong and rushed to Su Qingyu’s hospital room. Along the way, he killed two assassins.
At this mont, these assassins had to be after Su Qingyu, so the only priority was to guard Su Qingyu. Everything else didn’t matter. Nightmare intently watched every move around him when suddenly, a shadow flashed past from the outside, charging straight toward the room’s window.
"Get lost!" Quick-eyed and deft-handed, Nightmare retreated first to stand beside the window, swinging his halberds fiercely at the shadow. In that mont, Nightmare saw clearly that the shadow was a person in a black robe. Amidst the darkness, a palm struck directly onto Nightmare’s halberds, the collision of the two energies creating a shockwave that shattered the bulletproof glass behind him. The three Hidden Guards inside the room wanted to co out to help, but Nightmare stopped them with a gesture.
"Who are you, showing up without revealing your true face?" Nightmare confronts the robed figure. When masters clash, one move reveals the truth. The opponent was also a cultivator, and not of low skill.
The person in the black robe didn’t speak. With a move, a palm strike headed straight for Nightmare’s face. Since the opponent was out for blood, Nightmare didn’t hold back either, fighting back with his halberds. In Hong Kong, Nightmare had once fought fiercely against a mutated Refining Mo, and now he didn’t fear the black-robed person in front of him. His palm technique emphasized the use of Inner Strength and versatile movent, resulting in nurous variations. The black-robed person was clearly skilled, and Nightmare fought him to a standstill with a wave of fierce attacks.
"Get lost!" Nightmare bellowed, putting strength into his hands. Taking advantage of a gap presented by the black-robed person, the halberds thrusted straight forward. The black-robed person quickly ducked, avoiding the sharp halberds. Now was the mont. Nightmare leaned forward, his legs kicking violently against the abdon of the black-robed person, sending them flying away.
"Cough, cough, you’re no match for . Leave now, and I can let you off the hook, otherwise next ti it will be a killing blow," Nightmare said coldly, moving back to stand in front of the window. Objectively speaking, the black-robed person was not weak, but the target was always Su Qingyu in the hospital room. That’s why during the confrontation, they tried to break through Nightmare’s defenses from ti to ti, unable to fully commit to the duel, leading to being repelled by Nightmare after rely eight exchanges.
The more this was the case, the more Nightmare had to ensure Su Qingyu’s safety. If it were any other ti, he would definitely pursue and kill the black-robed person until the end, but now it was better to avoid a fight if possible. The wheel of fortune turns; there will be a day we et again.
"Hand over Miss Su to , and I’ll leave imdiately," a hoarse voice emitted from beneath the black robe.
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