Chapter 696: Chapter 629: Hope Within Reach
He snorted coldly and simply stopped dodging; his arms spread open like iron gates, boldly taking the opponent’s claw head-on.
Simultaneously, his elbows sank, channeling force downwards, and a punch filled with heat blasted upwards, aiming straight for the exposed ribs of the elder during his claw strike.
Where the punch wind passed, the air was scorched into distorted ripples.
The punch wind struck, and the hunched elder’s murky pupils suddenly contracted.
In the blink of an eye, his elbows sank like a thousand pounds, both hands catching as they descended, ten fingers accurately clutching the Night Watcher’s wrists.
Amid the sound of ripping cloth, the elder’s hunched body leveraged the momentum to soar, his body suspended horizontally in midair.
His right leg stretched straight like an iron whip, sweeping towards the Night Watcher’s temple, and the leg wind split the surrounding heat waves into a vacuum.
If this whip kick landed, it wouldn’t just split a flesh-and-blood head but would even cleave an iron mask in two.
The tall Night Watcher’s eyes remained calm, the muscles of his arms suddenly twisting like a braided rope, vibrating with tension.
The elder’s ten fingers felt numb at once, suddenly feeling the arm he was clutching turning into a frenzied anaconda, impossible to hold steady.
The arm broke free from the grip, and the tall Night Watcher stepped back half a step, while also tilting his head to dodge, taking a deep breath, his chest expanding violently like a bellows.
In the next instant, his fists swung out with exhalation, the air exploding with a cannon-like sound.
It was punches raining down one after another.
"Boom boom boom——"
The dull sounds echoed unremittingly, shaking the air within a ten-meter radius like war drums.
Zuo Bai watched with fright beside him; he was just a scientist, and combat was only a sideline, incomparable to these professionals.
"This suddenly appearing ’Old Huang’ is actually so powerful, it truly is a heaven-sent aid for me!"
Zuo Bai’s face filled with ecstatic joy, without a moment’s hesitation, he twisted around, choosing a direction to flee the battlefield.
Of course, his "escape" was not a true escape into the blue.
Without Destiny’s approval, how could he dare to leave their sight on his own accord? Even if he were to die, he must die under their watchful eyes.
This was the most basic quality of being a piece of merchandise.
Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely cannot be "lost"!!!
Therefore, Zuo Bai’s options for escape were very limited, and the villa of the neighboring special agent became his most ideal destination at the moment.
He wanted to create some chaos or unexpected changes during his escape.
Even though he didn’t know how those might be useful, the logic of science told him that chaos and unexpected changes nurtured infinite possibilities.
It’s just like conducting experiments, many experimental results are actually produced by unexpected incidents during the process.
Just like the lifesaving ’Old Huang’ who appeared out of nowhere now; who knows if there might be another ’Old Huang’ in the villa next door?
The probability might be slim, but at the very least, he could rush in and seize a hostage.
Even though the Night Watcher might not care about the hostage’s life or death, as long as it could distract them for a moment, it wouldn’t be a loss for him.
Zuo Bai sprinted, ignoring everything, heading straight for the main door of the special agent’s villa.
"Boom——!!!"
Amidst the deafening loud noise, his fist, blood-soaked and covered in cracks, had already pounded heavily onto the expensive main door.
The door exploded under the heavy strike, shattering into five or six pieces of debris.
Twisted copper sheeting, splintered redwood door panels, dismantled door lock components, and broken alloy hinges, like a metal storm, swept into the interior with a violent whirlwind.
The shockwave stirred up billowing dust, forming a visible turbulent gaseous flow that instantly tore the expensive carpet and decorative items in the foyer to shreds.
A jagged door panel debris piece spun and whistled, like a runaway giant blood drop, shooting directly at the chandelier draped with crystals in the center of the living room.
"Clang—— Crash——!!!"
The shattering sound struck like a hailstorm descending abruptly.
Hundreds of crystal pendants burst suddenly, transforming into a dazzling rain of glass pouring down.
The massive gilded lamp frame groaned under unbearable weight, twisting as it crashed onto the black goldflower marble floor.
"Boom—— Crash——!!!"
Thousands of crystal fragments and glass shards radiated like an extravagant storm of death.
The remnants of the crystals frantically tore through the living room’s velvet wallpaper, antique furniture, and valuable oil paintings, leaving behind a cacophony of destructive symphony everywhere they passed.
Another relatively small but extremely sharp-edged triangular door panel fragment carved an erratic half-arc, whistling through the open arch of the dining room.
Then it smashed through the kitchen side glass, its remaining force unrelenting, fiercely crashing onto the long kitchen counter.
A row of pots and bowls used for simmering small fires were shattered, spilling scorching, milky soup mixed with chunks of food across the table.
Zuo Bai broke through the door, and the electronic eyes flickering with dim blue light scanned the devastation of the first-floor lobby like two high-speed precise scanners.
He was looking for the hostage, and also for the next "Old Huang."
Then his gaze froze in the direction of the kitchen.
He saw a head on the stovetop.
He paused for a moment, and the electronic eyes quickly moved downwards, spotting a headless body on the ground.
"So unlucky? Shattered door panel fragments... sliced off the head?!"
Zuo Bai didn’t have time to think carefully, instinctively assuming it was his accidental kill when he broke the door, but he vaguely felt something was not right.
"Whew whew whew---!"
A series of sharp whistling sounds erupted from behind, with dozens of silver needles pouring down like a storm, precisely targeting Zuo Bai’s heart, neck, and the back of his head, all lethal points.
It was Feng Yuhuai who had pursued him.
Without a word, she raised her hand and shot dozens of silver needles.
From the start of the battle until now, Feng Yuhuai had already fired hundreds and thousands of thin needles, and it was unknown how she managed to carry so many silver needles with her, or where they were hidden.
It’s simply unscientific!
The muscles in Zuo Bai’s back instantly tensed, and while sprinting forward, he casually tore a painting off the wall to use as a shield.
"Thud thud thud thud thud---!"
Amidst the dense sounds of impact, the precious painting was immediately nailed into a honeycomb.
Zuo Bai took the opportunity to spin his body and flung the perforated frame towards Feng Yuhuai.
Feng Yuhuai paused slightly, sniffed with a slightly furrowed brow, as if she caught the scent of several late-night snacks.
Freshly cooked but left uneaten.
It’s a bit strange!
Feng Yuhuai licked her tongue, temporarily suppressing her hunger, and continued to pursue Zuo Bai.
In her eyes, the best late-night snack tonight could only be Zuo Bai...right?
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Zuo Bai dodged while quickly running upstairs.
.....
Upstairs.
His mouth felt like it held a red-hot iron, and the burning pain extended from the tip of the tongue to the bottom of the throat, making every swallow feel like ingesting scalding blades.
The pain was so intense that Feng Ju’s entire head buzzed, his vision flickered with blackness, and everything in sight twisted into overlapping shadows.
The overwhelming dizziness attacked his consciousness in waves like a tide, as if he had swallowed several bottles of Awakening Liquid, making him feel light-headed, as if walking on cotton, yet accompanied by severe headaches and nausea.
Even so, Feng Ju’s mouth remained stubbornly clamped on the corner of the Golden Safe, as if biting onto his lifeline.
"Sss...gurgle..."
In the confined room, there was a faint sound of corrosion hissing.
Waves of white smoke, carrying a pungent metallic smell, slowly wafted from the gaps in Feng Ju’s barely closed lips.
At the corner of the gold safe, the edge of a thumb-thick corroded hole was bubbling continuously, and under the continuous effect of "Strong Acid Saliva," the hole was slowly expanding and sinking at a visibly noticeable pace.
Feng Ju couldn’t see, but his tongue felt the hole growing larger.
Tears, mucus, and saliva had lost control long ago, spreading into a sticky, murky flow across his face.
The severe pain from the tongue suggested the mouth was likely corroded, possibly even ulcerated through.
The extreme pain and dizziness were like two twisting ropes, tearing at his nerves to the brink of collapse.
The only belief supporting him was the faint outline of the Sheepskin Scroll emerging from the hole.
Hope was within his mouth, and as long as he could obtain the Sheepskin Scroll, all the suffering would be worth it.
"Almost there, victory is within reach!"
Feng Ju experienced both pain and joy, the hope lighting up his bloodshot eyes.
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