Chapter 692: Chapter 627: You’re the One Who Should Be Running!
The upturned eyeballs suddenly twitched violently, the eye sockets burst open, and thick black blood oozed out without warning, tearing from the corners of his eyes and trickling down his pale cheeks.
Red Dragonfly and the bald captain’s expressions changed dramatically as they both stared at the Master of Ceremonies.
The Wild Beast was shocked at first, then delighted at the scene of the Master of Ceremonies’ eyes suddenly bleeding, as he had seen this not long ago.
The Wild Beast, inspired, blurted out, "Mask has arrived, hasn’t it?"
Red Dragonfly and the bald captain seemed to react simultaneously, with Red Dragonfly quickly pulling out a strip of black cloth from his pocket and handing it over.
The Master of Ceremonies abruptly closed his eyes, but his bloodstained eyeballs seemed to still retain a bizarre white skeletal face.
He took the black cloth and wrapped it around his eyes, blood dripping from his face as he revealed a strange smile, speaking in a hoarse voice:
"That’s right, Mask is here, right at the corner of the wall of the villa next door!!!"
Wu Shou squatted in the corner, watching a few of Destiny’s lunatics bleed and smile, seeing their expressions grow increasingly bizarre and pathological, which sent chills down his spine:
"No, what has Mask done to you guys, can’t you act normal, I’m so scared ah——"
.....
"Puff—!"
Zuo Bai propped himself up, and the liquid, mixed with the smell of motor oil and the metallic taste of bionic blood, surged up his throat and sprayed out from his mouth.
The dark red liquid splattered onto his collar, quickly spreading out.
His chin was bruised and purple, the bionic skin ruptured, revealing the white nano-biological skeleton beneath.
Zuo Bai shook his head, feeling dizzy, while the chip in his skull frantically conducted damage assessments and system checks.
He quickly got up from the ground, his cold electronic eye locked onto the black figure approaching slowly in front of him, and his arms quickly crossed in front of him, striking a fighting stance for both attack and defense.
He didn’t understand why this Night Watcher suddenly attacked him, thinking that his identity as a Cultist hadn’t been exposed.
Before he could voice his question, Feng Yuhuai pushed off with her foot, her figure flickering like a ghost.
Her wrist suddenly flipped, and a cold glint appeared between her fingers, with several silver needles clamped between her digits.
As she flicked her fingertips, the silver needles transformed into several streams of light, shooting out with deadly trajectories carved by the thin threads trailing from their tails in the air.
"Swoosh—"
A faint sound of piercing air emerged, the needle tips gleaming with a sinister coldness, precisely targeting Zuo Bai’s vital acupoints.
Zuo Bai’s electronic pupils flickered madly, and complex geometric circles zoomed rapidly in his irises as his field of vision highlighted dozens of attack trajectory lines.
Lines?
Red lines!
Indeed, some Night Watchers practiced the Sunflower Dao Scripture, moving with incredible speed, their martial arts techniques insidious and strange, particularly skilled in "needlework."
Zuo Bai knew this too, but his database records indicated that the Night Watchers’ threads should all be transparent, almost indistinguishable to the naked eye, making them even harder to defend against.
Such purposely dyed red threads were indeed documented before.
On one hand, Zuo Bai found it strange, while on the other, the red lines seemed somewhat familiar to him.
Before he could think further, an indisputable warning voice echoed once again in the air.
"Resisting law enforcement? That adds to your crimes, are you sure you want to resist?"
Zuo Bai forcibly suppressed the motor oil and fury surging in his chest, with his ever-logical, scientific mind now disrupted by the absurd accusations of the other party.
He gritted his teeth, his voice almost squeezed out through his clenched teeth:
"You say I’m guilty, so I am? I’m not even allowed to resist?"
Feng Yuhuai looked at Zuo Bai’s gnashing yet speechless appearance and was filled with an indescribable pleasure in her heart.
The pent-up frustration accumulated in the past in the sewers now completely dissipated, leaving only an exhilarating satisfaction.
So satisfying~
A heroine cannot be without power for a single day; power truly is the best family!
Thus, Feng Yuhuai’s stepping technique grew even faster, like a ghost, and more silver needles poured down like a torrential downpour.
She transformed into a black storm, the edges tinted with a circle of red, furiously attacking Zuo Bai, every strike accompanied by a righteous judgment:
"I suspect you’re guilty! I’m arresting you now!"
A vicious palm wind grazed Zuo Bai’s side, embedding three silver needles with a red tinge into his flesh and wrapping around the bone.
"But if you dare to resist arrest, that would be an undeniable death penalty."
She ghostly appeared at Zuo Bai’s side and rear, the silver needle in her finger aimed directly at the back of his head.
"Think carefully about how you want to die before you fight back!"
Feng Yuhuai suddenly lowered her voice, filled with the glee of a cat toying with a mouse.
Zuo Bai: "..."
Where did this lunatic come from? Get it straight, you’re just a Night Watcher, not Destiny.
The lines coming out of your mouth, one after another, why do they sound even more overbearing than Destiny?
Actually.
Whether a Night Watcher is so domineering is hard to say.
But once Feng Yuhuai donned the skin of a Night Watcher, she truly became overbearing!
If Zuo Bai were just a scientist, the smartest thing he could do now would be to give up and hand Destiny over to the Night Watcher.
Luckily, he is not; shedding the disguise of a scientist, he is a fanatical and vicious Cultist.
No one can take his destiny except Destiny!
And it’s not just for himself, but for Destiny!
Zuo Bai’s body suddenly leaned back, a few silver needles whistled past his cybernetic eye, reflecting a cold glint on the iris surface.
In a flash, his eyes glowed blue, and a torrent of data cascaded down like a waterfall.
His right arm twisted at an unnatural angle, nano-bones emitting a piercing creak, the five fingers morphing from relaxation to fist clenching within 0.1 seconds.
On the retina projection, three crimson attack trajectories flashed continuously, eventually converging into the optimal path, forming a dotted line in the air.
With the battlefield calculations from the chip in his skull, Zuo Bai’s fist already tore through the air along the dotted line, roaring towards the Night Watcher’s chest with a high-frequency hum.
Before the fist arrived, the turbulent air pressure already indented the black robe inward with a fist mark.
Feng Yuhuai was reveling in the twisted pleasure of power’s crushing force when the next second, she was solidly punched in the chest, forced to stagger back half a step, her boot soles scraping the ground with a grating sound.
The sound was a blasphemy against power, a defilement of justice, an injury to her family.
The pupils under the mask dilated with shock, soon to be consumed by overwhelming fury, swirling into red coils.
"Excellent!"
The cold synthetic voice suddenly elevated, causing the surrounding air to tremble,
"This punch seals your fate of death."
Her hands flew rapidly beneath the broad black robe, more silver needles densely enshrouded Zuo Bai from all directions.
Simultaneously, her words were as sharp as shots, striking at Zuo Bai’s heart continuously.
"Your defiance not only harms you but also your company, your family, everyone you hold dear."
"Don’t think about running away, Professor Zuo Bai, I know your background too well, escaping is futile."
Zuo Bai’s expression turned grim, he had to admit the Night Watcher’s rhetoric applied some pressure, but not much.
He had no feelings for the company, leaving is leaving since he had already been secretly transferring the company’s assets.
As for family and friends, what are those?
The path of scientific exploration doesn’t need the burden of blood and flesh.
Zuo Bai remained unmoved; the Night Watcher’s threats and warnings could not cause him actual harm.
Because the Night Watcher’s threats never touched the crucial point.
At this moment, his most important identity wasn’t a scientist, nor a Cultist, but cargo signed over to Destiny.
Unless you can threaten Destiny, what do you have to threaten me?
At this moment, as cargo, Zuo Bai felt an inexplicable pride and honor.
"Escape? Why should I escape?"
Zuo Bai abruptly raised his right hand, fingers spread wide.
Chiii——!
The bionic skin on the right hand tore and peeled like fragile wax film, revealing the frantically writhing metallic nano swarm inside.
The silver-gray nano swarm under the skin surged wildly, reforming into a horrific shape within 0.1 seconds, with five fingers melding and extending into five menacing bone blades.
The bone blades were inscribed with the same peculiar patterns as on the Big Black Core, emitting a dangerous aura.
This move was clearly inspired by Mask’s ability to control bones.
Zuo Bai raised his hand, clawing towards the Night Watcher’s mask, eerily saying:
"It’s you who should run, Feng Yuhuai!!!"
Feng Yuhuai paused in her assault as if struck by lightning.
Zuo Bai sneered:
"You think wearing the Night Watcher’s black robe and mask means I don’t recognize you? Your red line and the spirals in your eyes give you away, hahaha—"
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