Chapter 326

But...

Did the gunfire seem to be getting less frequent?

No, it had turned into the duller sounds of fists and feet colliding and metal friction?

Xu Xiaochuan stopped abruptly, turning his head stiffly to look at the window of the dilapidated small building.

Light and shadow flickered inside; the fight was clearly still ongoing, and it had turned into a more primitive, more cruel close-quarters combat.

The mark on his back started to burn faintly again.

It wasn't the sharp, burning pain from before, but a scorching, an indescribable sense of urgency.

Go back?

Going back was suicide! He only had a broken gun with God knows how many bullets left.

But if he didn't go back... Lin Shu was alone... how could he...

Xuanyuan Qing groaned extremely faintly on his back, seemingly sensing something too, her originally weak and powerless hand gently gripping the clothes on his chest.

Xu Xiaochuan's body trembled violently.

He looked at the dark, deep alley exit ahead, then at the small building behind him that was devouring Lin Yu.

He gritted his teeth hard, the taste of blood appearing on his gums.

He carefully placed Xuanyuan Qing behind a relatively hidden trash can in the corner of the alley and pulled a few pieces of broken canvas to cover her. "Sister Qing, wait for me, I'll be right back!"

He turned around, gripped the gun in his hand tightly, and limped back toward the small building, his eyes exceptionally determined.

Inside the room.

The heavy smell of blood and gunpowder smoke mixed together, choking one until they nearly suffocated.

Three black-clad killers had already fallen to the ground, their bodies twisted, life or death unknown.

But the price Lin Yu had paid was even greater.

His left arm had been grazed by a bullet, leaving a blood groove deep enough to see bone, blood flowing out in a steady stream. The wound on his back was even more tragic, mangled and bloody, his combat suit nearly dyed deep red, sticking tightly to his flesh.

His breathing was as heavy as a broken bellows, every breath carrying blood foam, his vision going black in waves, relying entirely on willpower to keep from collapsing.

Opposite him, two black-clad killers were still standing.

One of them was exceptionally burly and sturdy; beneath the heavy helmet, his respirator emitted a heavy "huffing" sound, and he held a uniquely shaped close-combat dagger, the blade glinting with an eerie blue light—clearly no ordinary item.

This man was clearly the leader of this killer squad.

"Give up, Lin Yu." The leader's voice came through a voice changer, low, carrying a metallic texture. "The 'Ouroboros' has limited patience. Hand over YA-001, and you can die quickly."

Lin Yu didn't speak, a "ho-ho" sound coming from his throat. He just used his last remaining strength to grip the sharp glass shard he had picked up from the ground even tighter, his knuckles turning white.

Just then, the killer on the leader's side, who hadn't moved much, suddenly slid out a step silently like a shadow, his gun barrel quietly raising to lock onto Lin Yu's most vulnerable blind spot!

"Lin Shu! Watch out!"

A shout, hoarse to the point of breaking, came from the door!

Xu Xiaochuan's figure appeared at the door; he didn't bother to aim, raised the gun in his hand, and pulled the trigger!

Bang!

Maybe the bullet hit by luck, or maybe the killer hadn't expected someone to appear from behind, but it actually hit the killer's arm, exploding into a cluster of blood.

The killer felt the pain, his movements stalling violently.

Almost at the same time, the leader, whose attention had been drawn by Xu Xiaochuan's shout, saw a fierce light explode in his eyes, and the dagger glinting with eerie blue light left his hand, turning into an afterimage fast to the extreme, shooting toward Xu Xiaochuan like lightning!

The speed was so fast it gave no time for reaction!

Xu Xiaochuan's pupils contracted violently, watching that fatal blue light rapidly enlarge in his field of vision!

It's over!

Just a split second before the dagger was about to pierce his brow!

The mark on his back suddenly burned to the extreme!

An indescribable, violent force instantly washed over his limbs and bones; his body seemed no longer under his own control, twisting violently to the side at an extremely bizarre angle that completely defied human mechanics!

Swish!

The dagger flew past his cheek, bringing up a string of hot blood beads, and sank deep into the filth-covered wall behind him! Humming and vibrating!

Xu Xiaochuan was still in shock, his heart pounding so fast it was about to explode, but his body's instinctive reaction continued; the gun in his hand pulled the trigger almost subconsciously again!

Bang!

This shot missed, the bullet hitting the leader's shoulder armor and splashing a string of dazzling sparks.

Although it failed to cause substantial damage, this sudden chaos was enough.

Lin Yu's spirit, which had been somewhat unfocused from blood loss and excruciating pain, suddenly lifted!

Something inside his body seemed to be instantly ignited, a scorching hot airflow surging upward along his meridians, forcibly suppressing all his injuries and weakness!

His feet exerted force violently, his speed suddenly increasing to a limit far beyond before, his whole body turning into a blurred shadow, carrying a tragic momentum of going all out, charging desperately toward the burly leader!

"Secret Art... Blood Burning!"

The glass shard in his hand tore through the air during the high-speed sprint, carrying the determination to perish together, and stabbed fiercely toward the leader's throat!

The leader's pupils contracted violently; clearly, he hadn't expected Lin Yu to be able to erupt with such astonishing speed and power in a state of being severely wounded and dying. In his haste, he could only raise his arm to block.

Splat!

The glass shard sank deep into the leader's forearm muscle, bringing out a spray of blood.

Lin Yu's movements didn't stop for a second, his knee slamming hard into the leader's abdomen, while his other hand's five fingers formed a claw, mercilessly hooking toward the opponent's eyes!

The leader groaned and retreated repeatedly, but Lin Yu's offensive was like a rainstorm, a life-risking fighting style that completely disregarded his own life!

Just then, a uniform and heavy sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside the house!

The footsteps stopped at the door.

Several men dressed in exquisite silk Tang suits, with expressionless faces, appeared silently at the door and window like ghosts visiting in the middle of the night, perfectly blocking all exits.

They had no weapons in their hands, but the aura of stillness like a mountain they exuded was more hair-raising than any firearm.

The Liu family people!

The manager who had been here before pushed through the crowd and walked to the door unhurriedly, a gentle yet distant smile still hanging on his face.

He scanned the messy, bloody battlefield in the room, his gaze sweeping over the black-clad killers lying on the ground, the blood-drenched Lin Yu, and the still-shaken Xu Xiaochuan, finally landing on the killer leader who had been forced to retreat step by step by Lin Yu, his arm still bleeding.

"Hehe, it seems we arrived just in time." The manager's voice wasn't loud, but it spread clearly throughout the room, carrying a composure of controlling the overall situation. "My friend, do you need help?"

The killer leader's movements stalled violently; seeing who it was, his complexion turned extremely ugly in an instant.