Four Split Personalities

Chapter 2601: Chapter 1229: Deadly Game · Part V – The Path to Survival 2

Fourteen chuckled and nodded: "Although most of the people I helped have returned to normal lives, this place will always produce some outcasts, and under my instructions, [Massacre] became the refuge for those people."

"No... I don’t want... I don’t like it!"

At this moment, Mei Fu, who was standing behind Motan, suddenly screamed loudly: "No more ocean, I want to go back, go back to the church, back to the Holy Church Union, someone is waiting for me... No, no one, no one is waiting for me, no one is willing to wait for me, but I still want to go back, I want to go back! Mei Fu must..."

"Lady Mei Fu."

Fourteen interrupted Mei Fu, saying calmly: "I wish for you to correctly recognize your situation. Unlike those who left the [Bloody Maiden] with my help, both you and Mr. Haru are destined to be tortured to death here, so..."

"I want to go back!!"

Mei Fu actually roared hysterically, even trying to rush over to strangle Fourteen’s neck, knowing that just seconds ago, she was trembling in fear behind him.

"..."

Motan did not stop her. He just stood there coldly, observing as Mei Fu’s snow-white hands turned dark purple, as sharp thorns emerged from her colorfully sinister skin, and as the fragrant plants locked onto Fourteen’s neck.

"Moreover, I also have doubts about whether you, Miss Mei Fu, can smoothly return to the Holy Church Union."

Fourteen allowed the vines stretching out from Mei Fu’s hands to wrap around him, and continued as if nothing had happened: "Honestly, while I don’t think the Fertile Sect would refuse their kin at the door, but... Miss Mei Fu, do you really consider yourself their ’kin’?"

"Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up shut up!!"

Mei Fu screamed hysterically, her murky eyes flashing with the same murky purple glow, while behind her, an array that appeared solemn and serious but lacked any ’sanctity’ shot out more than twenty twisted stakes, all fiercely aimed at the man who seemed completely bound by the vine.

The ’seeming’ of the binding was naturally because the latter was never restrained by anything; in fact, he was just too lazy to move.

Still making no movement, Fourteen calmly stood his ground, watching the stakes hit him until the last cross-shaped twisted stake, filled with dark purple mist, smashed into his face, followed by a ’slam’ as it fell to the ground after which the unscathed Fourteen slightly shook his head and raised an eyebrow, saying: "Honestly, my doubts about whether Miss Mei Fu can return to her previous life are growing... But... putting that aside, at least for now, our interests align."

"Die! Die die die die die!"

Yet Mei Fu still ignored him, continuing to roar unintelligibly, while the murky glow became increasingly evident. Above her head, a sizeable twisted Divine Arts array was slowly taking shape.

"Sigh."

Fourteen sighed deeply, helplessly raising his right hand: "If that’s the case, I can only first..."

"Enough, Mei Fu."

At this moment, Haru Kuttata, who had remained unmoving, suddenly stepped forward, forcefully pressing Mei Fu’s shoulder, then raising another hand to forcibly turn Mei Fu’s twisted and hostile face towards him: "Mr. Fourteen is right; at least for now, our interests are the same."

"..."

Mei Fu said nothing, but the array in the air changed direction, aiming directly at Motan.

"To leave here, neither you, nor I, nor Mr. Fourteen is dispensable."

Without emotion, Motan kept his gaze on Mei Fu’s eyes, speaking in a low voice: "Future concerns can wait; even in the worst case, things won’t be worse than they are for us."

"Kill... die... um... love you..."

With a tremor, Mei Fu muttered a few words, then suddenly lost strength, collapsing towards Motan, as the twisted array above her head dissipated.

"Love is unnecessary, just try to control your emotions a bit."

Motan frowned slightly, slid sideways, and didn’t embrace the beautiful woman who seemed symptom-free when not suffering. He lightly supported her arm with one hand, then turned to face Fourteen who was watching him with interest, and said sternly: "Regarding what happens next, I have some thoughts; for now, let’s hurry."

Fourteen grinned broadly, nodding: "Certainly, there’s no problem. Mr. Haru, let’s proceed according to the original plan."

"Considering the intel has already been updated, I’d like to reconfirm once more."

Motan released Mei Fu, who could now stand on her own, speaking gravely: "If there are any amendments related to [Massacre], I hope you inform us ahead of time."

"I’ve concealed nothing, nor will the plan change abruptly."

Fourteen shook his head, firmly saying: "As agreed before, after leaving here, we divide into three groups. Each group will rendezvous with other gladiators who have already gathered; Mr. Haru will stir up chaos in the west, Lady Mei Fu will activate the prepared counter-barrier in the arena center, and I will lead the reserve members of [Massacre] to break through the frontline defensive, reaching the coast ahead of you."

"No... Mei Fu..."

Upon hearing ’coast’, Mei Fu visibly showed grave unease, her lips trembling slightly without any color.

"We must regroup first; the south is the heart of Duan Tou Cliff, and elite Grey Lizard Hunting troops cover the terrain to the east and west. Escaping in any other direction would be a dead end; thus, moving north is our sole choice."

Fourteen deftly interrupted Mei Fu’s words, spreading his hands: "Notably, although Mr. Haru’s potion restored much of our strength, besides me... and the pampered Lady Mei Fu, none of you are at full strength. Without the aid of [Massacre] and [Massacre Ship], if the Grey Lizard Hunting’s reaction isn’t too slow, any lone stragglers caught is merely a matter of time."

"But Mei Fu..."

Mei Fu was about to protest, yet was cut off by Motan’s raised hand, having finished entirely reviewing the plan.

"Okay, let’s proceed, shall we?"

He asserted, then turned back to Mei Fu, his gaze fierce: "The remainder can wait until we’re safe."

"Good."

Fourteen nodded contentedly, clasping his hands: "Then, once the plan commences, my team and I will reach the coast within two hours, then wait for you another two hours there. After that, regardless of whether we rendezvous, [Massacre] will depart promptly."

Haru nodded silently, and Mei Fu stopped speaking nonsense.

"Remember, you must act swiftly."

Fourteen unequivocally emphasized, speaking gravely: "Don’t entertain lucky assumptions; let me clearly tell you, up until the coast, the entire area is under the [Bloody Maiden Arena]’s absolute control. The manpower they can deploy far surpasses your imagination."

[Up to the coast is absolute control, huh... Heh, fascinating...]

Motan chuckled within, while outwardly only nodding slightly, speaking indifferently: "No need for reminders, Mr. Fourteen, my knowledge of this place certainly rivals, if not surpasses, yours."

Fourteen laughed heartily, extended his fist: "Then, best of luck."

Motan and Mei Fu exchanged a glance, and simultaneously extended their fists—

"Good luck."

Chapter 1229: End