Chapter 827: The Curtain Falls

Lin Yun'er and An Yunxi fought successive battles, exhausted in body and mind, and the team members' stamina rapidly drained in the endless tug-of-war.

Lin Yuan's forearm knife wound kept tearing; each exertion pulled at the flesh, causing piercing pain, and his stamina continuously drained.

Faced with endless waves of enemies, stubbornly defending was not the best strategy; a timely breakout and evacuation was the only solution.

Everyone clearly understood that if they continued to defend the private room and fell into an endless war of attrition, the entire group would be dragged down and exhausted to death.

This top-floor presidential suite is located on the highest floor of Cloud Top Hotel, hundreds of meters above ground, and all regular passages have been completely blocked.

Qin Bore quickly lifted her eyes to scan the suite's floor-to-ceiling window, locked onto the open view outside hundreds of meters high, and instantly decided on the breakout plan.

The sole path to survival was to break out through the window, using the pre-prepared safety cables to descend in batches and escape%

This high-speed descent method was extremely dangerous, yet it was the only way now to completely escape the enemy encirclement and withdraw intact.

The group quickly regrouped, leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window for a brief rest, while fending off sporadic enemy counterattacks and preparing evacuation equipment.

Just as everyone was ready to launch the evacuation plan, Qin Bore's eyes turned cold, locking onto the panicked Le Xiao chen fleeing the corridor exit.

She would not let the mastermind of this deadly banquet escape; she decisively gave up the immediate evacuation chance and leapt forward in pursuit.

At this moment, Le Xiao chen was already terrified out of his wits, scrambling and crawling down the corridor in a frantic run, only wanting to escape this deadly place as quickly as possible.

Le Xiao chen felt the chilling approach from behind, hastily glanced back to see Qin Bore pursuing, his fear instantly peaked, and he desperately sped up his escape.

To save his life, he forced himself to steady his panicked stance, gritted his teeth, turned, drew his concealed dagger, and attempted a desperate resistance against the breakout.

Despite Qin Bore's severe injuries and exhausted stamina, she still dominated, easily sidestepping all his frantic attacks.

Le Xiao chen's dagger flashed cold light as he wildly hacked and stabbed at Qin Bore, his moves chaotic and full of openings, utterly lacking any pattern.

A sharp joint-displacement sound suddenly rang out; Le Xiao chen's dagger instantly flew from his hand, completely losing his means of resistance.

Before Le Xiao chen could strike again, she stepped in close, precisely grabbed his wrist, and forcefully twisted it inward.

Qin Bore then lifted her leg, precisely and fiercely…… delivering a heavy kick to his upper back spine, pinning him firmly to the ground.

The heavy force suddenly descended, Le Xiao chen's whole body was firmly pressed onto the cold corridor floor, unable to move an inch.

Intense pain made him cry out, his body went limp, and he uncontrollably staggered forward and collapsed.

The hard ground pounded his chest bone with severe pain, and the pressure on his back made breathing extremely difficult.

This person, who single-handedly set up the lethal trap and claimed to control the whole situation, the new faction's core speaker, ultimately suffered total defeat and was captured on the spot.

Extreme fear completely consumed him; his earlier arrogance and bluster vanished entirely, leaving only trembling despair.

Not far away at the corridor corner, Bai Guiyuan, Lu Yuanshan, Lan Shengqiang, You Kaixuan, and Hong Bai Tian—several veteran bigwigs—personally witnessed Le Xiao chen being firmly subdued and completely reduced to a prisoner.

The last glimmer of luck on their faces completely shattered; fear flooded their hearts like a tide, overwhelming reason.

At this moment, none retained even a hint of the group leader's steady aura; everyone's faces were ashen, bodies tense, daring not to stay another second.

As the saying goes, when disaster strikes each flies for themselves; they utterly abandoned the captured Le Xiao chen, having not the slightest thought of rescuing him.

Their panicked eyes met, they instantly reached a silent agreement, turned and fled wildly toward the outer side of the corridor without hesitation.

During the escape, they gritted their teeth and roared, madly urging all remaining thugs to continue charging forward in a death-defying assault.

Countless surviving black-clad thugs, like mindless warriors, endured heavy casualties yet kept pouring into the suite's interior in relentless waves.

Shrill battle cries, clashing blades, and pounding footsteps continuously exploded, tightly gripping the rhythm of everyone inside.

Qin Bore stood at the corridor entrance, coldly swept her gaze over the fleeing bigwigs' backs, then quickly exchanged a glance with Lin Yuan beside her.

Without need for extra words, the moment their eyes met, they finalized the last high-altitude breakout plan.

Lin Yuan single-handedly brutally gripped Le Xiao chen's collar, his five fingers exerting force to lock it down, leaving the opponent unable to struggle or twist.

The restrained Le Xiao chen's body went rigid; the pain in his back continued to tear at his nerves, his heart already filled with utter panic.

Lin Yuan took a big stride forward, rushing straight toward the large floor-to-ceiling viewing glass on one side of the suite.

He gathered strength, twisted his body, his leg muscles suddenly tensed, and a powerful, heavy precise side kick slammed hard into the center of the glass.

The thick double-layer soundproof tempered glass could not withstand the force; dense cracks instantly spread across the entire surface.

Accompanied by a deafening crash, the whole pane of glass shattered violently, countless sharp shards flying in all directions.

A bitter high-altitude wind instantly surged inward through the window, fiercely tearing at the indoor air and everyone's clothing.

Lin Yuan had previously secured the dedicated descent rope, one end firmly locked onto an indoor load-bearing column, making it extremely stable.

He clenched the sturdy safety rope with one hand, used arm strength to steady his posture, and directly leapt out the window with the restrained Le Xiao chen.

The sudden weightlessness of being suspended swept over his whole body; Le Xiao chen's pupils contracted sharply, his body instantly going rigid.

Extreme fear broke all restraint; he shouted at the top of his lungs in terror, his voice turned hoarse and distorted by the intense shock.

Suspended hundreds of meters in midair, below lay a dense cityscape and open ground, the height was terrifying to the extreme.

Even a slight slip would mean instant plummet and shattering to pieces; the tremendous drop completely shattered Le Xiao chen's psychological defenses.

His whole body trembled wildly, hands and feet icy and weak, pupils dilated, he was utterly scared out of his wits by the few-hundred-meter height.

The usual strategist and arrogant overlord, now already turned ashen-faced, remained only with endless despair.

Lin Yuan completely ignored his companion's panic, his arm exerted steady force, controlling the rope to begin a uniform descent, his motion calm and decisive.

At the same time, Qin Bore no longer hesitated, moved sideways to the edge of the broken window, standing tall amidst the gale.

Her shoulder wound continued to bleed, blood staining her clothes, yet it in no way affected her resolute bearing.

Qin Bore raised her hand to firmly grasp the backup descent rope on the other side, lightly tapped the windowsill with her toes, and gathered her lithe form.

Close behind, An Yunxi wore a stern expression, moved swiftly into position, and prepared for the high-altitude descent.

Lin Yun'er quickly gathered the remaining members, her vigilant gaze scanning the rear where thugs still attacked, always ready to withdraw.

The Divine Phoenix Group's elite members stood in orderly ranks, each gripping their rope, expressions tense, well-trained.

Behind them, the thugs still charged wildly, waving knives with flashing cold light, yet could no longer block the group even a step.

Qin Bore leapt first, her body sliding smoothly down the rope, using gravity to quickly withdraw toward the ground.

An Yunxi followed closely, her posture agile, steadily gripping the rope to descend, her motion crisp and efficient, without any panic.

Lin Yun'er led the remaining Divine Phoenix members in succession, one person per rope, sequentially withdrawing quickly from the hundred-meter height.

Everyone used high-altitude rappelling to completely avoid the indoor endless sea-of-people encirclement killing trap.

The howling wind buffeted everyone, hair and clothes flying wildly, yet they completed the breakout of all members in a perilous but extraordinarily smooth manner.

The rooftop death trap that was originally certain death was completely broken through by everyone in the most perilous and resolute way.

The high-altitude gale gradually subsided%……

Everyone steadily descended the ropes and planted their feet firmly on the ground outside the hotel.

This prolonged, extremely perilous rooftop private-room death struggle finally came to a complete close.

Le Xiao chen, whom Lin Yuan had escorted all the way down by rapid descent, still had weak legs and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

The Phoenix God elites swiftly regrouped, stood guard in place, and firmly controlled all entrances and exits around them.

Qin Bore simply tidied her disheveled clothing, gave a cold glance at the limp Le Xiao chen on the ground, and showed no extra expression.

He had long since lost the arrogant aura of a former financial magnate; only deep-seated fear and despair remained in his eyes.

The group no longer lingered, quickly withdrew from the outskirts of the Cloud Top Hotel, and completely distanced themselves from this place of right and wrong after the slaughter.

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Qin Bore's motorcade sped all the way, avoiding urban crowds and traffic, heading straight toward the suburbs at high speed.

The vehicle finally came to a steady stop at a concealed, uninhabited, tightly guarded private secret base in the suburbs.

Here, backed by mountains and beside water, the location is remote, rarely visited, and is Qin Bore's usual hidden exclusive stronghold.

Deep within the base lies a dedicated, temperature‑controlled, light‑proof wine cellar, its iron door heavy and walls sturdy, blocking all outside sound.

She did not immediately dispose of him, merely gesturing with her hand for her subordinates to keep him under strict watch and escort him the whole way.

The team members followed orders, forcibly dragging the still‑terrified Le Xiao chen into the deep, cold wine cellar.

Heavy, icy alloy chains were taken out layer by layer, tightly wound round and round to lock his limbs and torso.

The metal chains were icy and piercing, biting into the flesh, sending waves of freezing, bone‑deep pressure.

The chain clasps locked tight, firmly fixed into the wall‑bearing lugs, leaving him unable to move an inch.

Qin Bore walked slowly into the dim wine cellar, looking down from above with a bland glance at his wretched state, her expression indifferent and waveless.

Le Xiao chen sat slumped against the cold stone wall, face full of panic, constantly struggling and twisting, yet utterly unable to break free of his bonds.

By order, no water or food was placed in the cellar, completely cutting off Le Xiao chen's supply of drink and food.

She did not open her mouth to interrogate, nor did she take any extra measures; she merely gave a cold order to confine him alone here.

After confirming the confinement was secure and the security system fully activated, Qin Bore turned and walked straight out of the cold wine cellar.

The lengthy darkness and thirst will become the first punishment for his wanton scheming and intentional harm.

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Nightfall completely shrouded the entire city……

The night was thick and tranquil, shedding all the daytime clamor and carnage.

Qin Bore handed over all follow‑up cleanup work to her subordinates, no longer devoting any attention to the captured Le Xiao chen.

Lin Yuan accompanied Qin Bore the whole way; seeing her shoulder injury was serious, he voluntarily offered to send her home.

The two boarded the return vehicle together; the cabin was silent and still, nothing but the steady sound of the wheels rolling.

Ten minutes later.

The car steadily stopped in front of the river‑view luxury mansion in the city center; the night light reflected off the building lights, gentle and tranquil.

The two walked side by side, passed through the entrance hall, and took the elevator straight to the top‑floor river‑view flat.

The spacious, open river‑view flat was clean and elegant; the evening breeze slipped through the floor‑to‑ceiling window gaps, gently and soothingly.

The fingerprint unlock opened the door; warm‑yellow indoor lights came on, dispelling the bloodiness and chill all over.

Having completely broken free from the perilous battlefield, the indoor sense of safety made the tense nerves suddenly relax.

Just after stepping inside, Lin Yuan could no longer attend to his own forearm knife wound; his mind held only worry for Qin Bore's injury.

Lin Yuan's eyes brimmed with undisguisable urgency and heartache; his tone carried tense concern as he asked quickly in a low voice.

He stepped forward quickly, planted himself before Qin Bore, and locked his gaze tightly on her bleeding shoulder.

As soon as his words fell, he dared not delay the slightest; his movements were gentle yet restrained, fearing that any extra force would worsen her injury.

"How are you? Does the wound hurt?"

He carefully raised his hand, gently cupping the outer side of Qin Bore's shoulder wound, firmly pressing on the bleeding laceration to staunch the flow.

His palm was warm and dry, the pressure just right, gently holding back the steadily seeping scarlet blood.

The boy who had been fierce and fearless in battle, unafraid of death, was now gentle, having shed all ferocity and sharpness.

Throughout, he completely ignored his own forearm, which still ached faintly and kept bleeding; his heart and eyes were filled only with the person before him.

The narrow, quiet entryway, having shed the battlefield's bloody chill, retained only a delicate, gentle warmth that flowed silently.

Lin Yuan watched her shoulder still bleeding, and softly suggested he would treat her wound.

He carefully lifted the edge of Qin Bore's outer garment, using the warm light to see the full extent of the injury.

A ferocious, narrow laceration extended from her right shoulder‑clavicle area, the wound red, swollen, split, with blood threads riddling it.

The wound ran downward, closely hugging the extremely sensitive shoulder‑neck and front‑chest area, its endpoint especially private.

Lin Yuan's motion suddenly halted; his fingertips froze mid‑air, and his cheeks involuntarily flushed a thin red.

He had been solely focused on staunching the bleeding and saving her, completely oblivious to the wound's private, sensitive location.

Now seeing the full picture, he was instantly at a loss, a strong sense of embarrassment and shyness welling up inside him.

He knew this spot was extremely special; a slight misstep would be a breach of propriety, so he dared not act rashly.

Though he was a decisive, death‑defying boy in combat, now faced with this wound he felt wholly restrained, not daring to move rashly.

Qin Bore took in all his flustered, embarrassed, helpless looks, and a faint warmth rose in her heart.

She had long since shed the battlefield's domineering cold arrogance; her brows and eyes were soft, her demeanor calm and composed.

Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Bore raised her hand and gently unfastened the tight button on her shoulder.

Her movements were slow and gentle, bit by bit she removed the outer clothing stained with blood, her posture relaxed and natural.

To facilitate thoroughly cleaning and bandaging the deep wound, she simply raised her hand and gently slipped off the snug undergarment.

Warm yellow soft light gently showered down, spreading over her fair, delicate skin, rendering it warm and translucent.

The ferocious blood-colored wound on her shoulder stood out starkly against the expanse of snow-white, lustrous skin, especially striking and eye-catching.

The entire expanse of skin was flawless and fair, like an eternal snow-capped mountain, pure and clean, unstained by dust.

Her skin was fine, smooth, and moist; its lines were soft and beautiful, with its undulations revealing an elegant, captivating grace.

Beside the winding blade wound, a speck of crimson adorned it, like a Heavenly Mountain snow lotus quietly blooming atop a pure white snow mountain.

Cool yet gorgeous, fragile yet radiant, in the warm light it exuded a breathtaking beauty mixed with a sense of fragility.

At that moment, Lin Yuan was dumbfounded.

He was bleeding from the nose.

Is this the VIP content he can see without paying?