Chapter 1126: Escaping Prey
Hearing this order, Alex was happy to oblige.
"Then I’ll let you handle this little monster. Don’t get yourself killed, or I won’t come back. Only you get to judge me," he joked, wishing the man good luck in his own sarcastic way.
"Don’t make me regret my decision," Weilong spat back, zeroing in on his new sole target.
Alex pivoted on his heel to leave the area, unlocking his calls once more. He was immediately assaulted by Kujaku’s calling, and he answered with a fake exasperated voice.
"What do you want? I’m busy," he joked, as he bolted away from Weilong.
Christoph saw this and growled.
"Where do you think you’re going, prey?!" he howled, dashing at him, claws extended.
But a shiver up his spine made him plant his feet into the ground mid-dash, pulling the brakes hard.
As he did, a flying slash of light gouged the ground in front of him, promising him a swift end were he to get hit. But the attack didn’t stop there.
Appearing before his eyes in a blur, Cheng Weilong planted his glaive into the ground butt-first and swung around it, using his momentum to spin around it like a pole and deliver a kick to the boy’s chest.
Barely having time to react, Christoph jumped back, putting his frail arms before the kick to absorb the impact, to little avail.
The foot hit him like a sledgehammer, sending him barreling away like a meteor, crashing into a pile of rubble far behind him.
Weilong could still feel the little abomination’s life force pulsing strongly and knew this was far from enough to kill it. If only his flying blade strike skill had landed, he mused.
Exploding out of the rubble with a screech of rage, Christoph’s bloodshot eyes locked onto Weilong after a quick sweep, noticing his primary query was gone.
"You’ll pay for this, you squinty asshole!" he howled.
Weilong chuckled at the lack of creativity of the insult.
"Your age is leaking, boy. Maybe it’s time to go take a nap?" he asked, lowering his stance and bracing his weapon.
He could almost hear the blood boil inside the child’s veins, making him grin in satisfaction.
One tactic that never failed to throw your enemies off balance, something most Chinese gamers excelled at, and one that he was most familiar with, was trash-talking.
He knew the boy was a threat, given his quick reaction speed, explosive speed, and very sharp claws. So, any advantage he could give himself was one he was willing to use.
Even lowly tactics like these.
"There aren’t rules in war," he muttered to himself.
He watched the boy blur out of view and quickly pivoted to his left, tilting his glaive diagonally to parry a hand extending toward his ribs.
The shaft of his glaive took the first blow, and with a quick rotation of it, Weilong shed the force behind the impact away, simultaneously parrying the second hand that was clawing toward his face.
He slashed at the raging boy, but didn’t feel the attack connect more than a cursory blow, as sparks flew between the two of them.
’His speed is a problem. I need to find a way to slow him down,’ Weilong cursed internally.
This was going to be a tough fight for him. He was better suited against power-type enemies, and knew it.
But everything in life was a learning experience, and he wouldn’t spit on this trial either. Focusing entirely on his enemy, Cheng Weilong trusted his men to take care of any straggling civilians, as well as clear a path for them.
He tuned out the angry insults and orders in his head, coming from HQ, and one last thought flitted through his mind before he went into combat mentality.
’I hope the White Wolf doesn’t betray my trust.’
Already hundreds of meters away from this confrontation, Alex was dealing with the angry Japanese mobster in his ear, trying his best not to laugh her off.
"Kujaku, calm down. I hung up with you so I could focus on not getting killed. It had nothing to do with trying to brush you off," he remarked, trying to get her to cool off.
"Calm DOWN?!" she barked.
"How dare you tell me to calm down?! I was trying to get you out of there safely, and you deliberately ignored me and put my calls on ’Do Not Disturb’! Now, I lost six of my people, and more are at risk because of your stupidity!"
Alex couldn’t deny that their deaths were on him, but he also wasn’t lying. He had hung up to focus when he felt the threat posed by Weilong. Of course, he hadn’t expected the threat to double down and the little monster from the NFS to arrive.
That might have been a miscalculation on his part, given they had chased them into China. He should have expected them to be still lurking, honestly.
There was no point in dwelling on it more now, however. He was out of there, and they needed to escape.
Alex had already caught up to the others since they had tried to support from afar, and now, all of them were running in the same direction, trying to reach the foot of the mountain chain and their hotel, to escape in the SUVs parked at the bottom of the tourist area.
Kujaku kept chewing him up in his ear, and Alex let her. If she needed to vent, then so be it.
He turned his head to Kary, who was sporting a worried look.
"What is it?" he asked without slowing down.
"What did you promise him?" she asked.
Alex flashed a confused look at her.
But Kary knew him better than that.
"I’m almost certain that man wouldn’t have let you run away so easily. And knowing you, I’m certain you offered him a deal so he would let you leave in one piece. Because I know he’s not dead or incapacitated, since I can still sense his mana. So, what did you promise him?" she asked, her gaze stern.
With a sigh, Alex gave up trying to brush it off.
"Nothing much. I just promised him I would come back alone, to let him judge me for trespassing on Chinese territory. It’s nothing to worry about," Alex claimed, shrugging.
"Excuse me, you did what?!"
