Chapter 695: Chapter 629: Hope Within Reach
At this moment, the hunched elderly figure was reawakened by the fear dominated by the broken egg!
His spine instantly tightened, and his hunched shape froze into a question mark filled with horror.
Who is it up ahead, who has become our "companion" tonight?
Then, he saw it.
Three figures.
Standing at the edge of the streetlight, at the junction of light and dark, positioned on the main road leading to the commissioner’s villa gate.
Two of them had their backs to him, their iconic black robes seeming to swallow all light, so heavy that even the nightly breeze couldn’t lift a wrinkle.
The robe corners hung straight down, almost touching the ground.
"Night Watchers?!"
The hunched old man’s heart trembled suddenly.
His first reaction in his mind was why the Night Watchers were here, could they also be after the Sheepskin Scroll?
Although the hunched old man’s steps did not halt, they subtly slowed down without a trace.
His sinister gaze moved past the shoulders of the two Night Watchers, colliding mid-air with a third line of sight — it was a man wearing a blood-stained white lab coat.
His face was smeared with dirty blood, his messy hair matted on a bruised forehead, and the continually oozing blood from his lower body created dark red stains on the ground, making the man appear extremely pitiful and wretched, yet his eyes sparkled as they seemed to look at him.
Why are you looking at me with such urgency, as if seeing a companion or relative?
"Looks a bit familiar, like I’ve seen him somewhere?"
The hunched old man’s cloudy eyes turned slightly, and he remembered, it was the monstrous scientist who fought evenly with [Mask] in the sewer live stream footage.
If he remembered correctly, it seemed like his name was... Zuo Bai?
Is he here to seek vengeance against [Mask]?
That’s great, you go ahead and look carefully, [Mask] must definitely be nearby.
A thought of "the snipe and the clam are at a standstill; the fisherman benefits" immediately arose in the hunched old man’s mind.
But just as this thought began to ripple in his mind, before it could take shape, it was abruptly cut off by a heart-wrenching shout.
"Old Huang! Save me—!"
All of this may seem lengthy, but in fact, from the moment the hunched old man arrived at the battlefield to the moment Zuo Bai let out his earth-shattering cry for help, it all happened in just 0.38 seconds.
Even shorter than the rigid time he experienced earlier when the egg broke.
One can only say, Zuo Bai is indeed a scientist; his mind works faster than anyone else present.
Wherever there is someone with a fast mind, there is bound to be someone with a slow mind.
And the slowest mind, of course, belongs to an elderly person.
Time not only bent his back but also slowed down the speed of his brain.
"...."
The hunched elderly man was completely stunned, forgetting even to move his eyeballs, his mind was blank, echoing with the words "Old Huang."
Who’s Old Huang?
Could there be someone behind me named Old Huang?!!
It couldn’t be referring to me, could it?
But apart from watching that sewer video, in reality, I don’t know Zuo Bai at all, much less have said a word to him.
He even knows I’m called Xiaojiu, so why is he calling me Old Huang? Just because I have a yellowish face, he wants to give me a nickname?
And such a rustic sounding nickname at that?!!
The hunched old man’s face instantly flushed from waxen yellow to liver-colored. He opened his parched lips, retorting furiously:
"Wait a minute, I...."
Whoosh—!
The words had barely squeezed out of his throat when they were forced back by a hot gust of air.
Almost at the same time Zuo Bai shouted "Old Huang," the tall Night Watcher, with his back to "Old Huang," spun in place, his massive black robe sleeves billowing like bat wings, stirring up a bloody wind.
A giant hand, like a palm-leaf fan, accompanied by a sharp whistle of tearing air, emitted a high-temperature red glow along its edge, descending with a fiery crimson ray.
The hunched Old Zhang suddenly felt a burning pain on his cheeks as if a layer of skin had been scraped off instantly, his face reflecting an even more waxen yellow hue.
"Screech—!"
The layered-bottomed cloth shoes underfoot emitted a harsh friction sound with the ground.
The hunched old man used his left foot as an axis and tapped his right foot continuously on the ground, retreating backwards with an odd footwork.
The huge dark palm shadow brought with it scorching hot waves.
"Boom!"
The palm force barely grazed Old Huang’s clothes, slamming heavily into the ground.
The shattered stones scattered like shrapnel, with a few sharp fragments scraping across the hunched old man’s cheek, the burning sting instantly shooting up along his nerves to his temple.
"The young master was right, the Night Watchers are indeed a bunch of fools, no wonder your numbers keep dwindling, your ranks are almost decimated."
The hunched old man pursed the metallic saltiness in his mouth, all the sinister anger accumulated tonight was completely stirred up.
The tall Night Watcher exuded a scorching aura, and the expression under the dark mask twisted grimly too.
Clearly, the hunched old man’s words had hit the Night Watcher precisely where it hurt.
The tall Night Watcher squeezed out four words through clenched teeth:
"Such nerve, courting death!"
The hunched old man’s eyes turned sinister, murder apparent:
"Others may fear you Night Watchers, but I do not."
Misunderstandings were now irrelevant; the words had been spoken.
The hunched old man’s figure abruptly sank, his frail body crouched like a mantis ready to strike.
His forefoot slammed onto the ground, launching his entire body like a gray shadow.
His right hand formed a mantis hook claw, his index and middle fingers darting like a snake’s tongue, aiming to tear at the pulsating artery on the Night Watcher’s neck.
Meanwhile, his elbows attacked continuously, left and right like a chain.
His left elbow struck the chest like a hammer, and before the move ended, his body suddenly twisted and changed direction, the right elbow striking towards the ribs with a sound of wind breaking.
The attack was insidious and dense, resembling the pervasive stench of Lower City.
After only four or five exchanges, several claw marks appeared on the tall Night Watcher’s black robe, and shredded black fabric strips fluttered like dry leaves in the hot wind.
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