Chapter 1005: Let Go of That Girl! The Long-Awaited Encounter!

"Ka!"

As expected, under the effect of 'Twist'.

The arm is still broken.

But the Blood Ghost seems unable to feel pain, forcibly pulling out the other hand to punch.

"Ka!"

The outcome remains unchanged; both hands hang limply.

Just as Huang Jie prepares to counterattack, the Blood Ghost does not retreat but instead launches a fierce headbutt!

"Bang!"

The massive force pours down, shattering the sternum, and the spine is driven outward by the impact.

The whole body flies out like a cannonball, crashing onto the ground with a boom.

Instant death!

Seeing this, the onlookers involuntarily gasp a cold breath.

"He... he is a Monster!?"

"Both hands are broken yet still have the will to fight..."

"That guy is wearing an Imperial Company Hand Ring; he must be a cultivated mutant!"

Some who originally intended to flee took in the entire scene.

For a moment they forgot to move their legs, just staring dumbfounded.

Only when the arms returned to normal did they snap out of it and sprint forward with all their might.

They dare not linger even a second in this place of dispute.

The Blood Ghost lets out a long sigh; the bloodthirsty look in its eyes not only does not diminish, but intensifies.

It is like a humanoid killing machine, tireless.

"Innate Talent is good, but the limitations are too great," the Blood Ghost evaluates.

If only it could have a few more subjective entries.

Perhaps it could twist an enemy's neck off with just a glance.

Unfortunately...

In the end, it's still one move short.

Then, the Blood Ghost lifts its gaze toward the middle-aged man holding Bao'er in his arms and carrying Bao'er's mother on his back.

"Let go of that girl; I don't want to say it a third time."

Xiong Zhanpeng's face turns as gloomy as water.

Although he and Huang Jie are merely colleagues.

The two share a Main Quest and thus cooperate.

Emotionally, they are not that close, so there is no talk of revenge.

But the oppression from the Blood Ghost is overwhelming.

Undoubtedly, even if they hand over Bao'er, it still would not let them go.

The only way out is self‑rescue!

"Hold tight!" Xiong Zhanpeng says softly.

Bao'er's mother had already been frightened pale by the recent bloody scene.

She finds her limbs limp, unable even to clench a fist.

"I have no strength..."

Xiong Zhanpeng furrows his brow, covering Bao'er's eyes with one hand while supporting Bao'er's mother with the other.

He then inhales deeply and stomps his foot forcefully!

Suddenly, his whole body rockets upward like an arrow.

He only stops after reaching thirty meters in the sky.

Then he dives toward the Air-raid Shelter at an extremely high speed.

The Blood Ghost sneers, "'Flying' Innate Talent, Xiaodaoer."

He crouches slightly, then forcefully pushes off!

"Boom!"

The ground erupts with a boom, and the powerful recoil thrusts him straight into the air.

Xiong Zhanpeng had anticipated this.

He was playing exactly this Abacus.

Just as he was about to be captured, his body spins like a fighter jet, narrowly evading the grasp.

Seizing the Blood Ghost's free‑fall gap, he darts headlong toward the Air-raid Shelter.

He now has only one belief—

to get the mother and daughter out.

Complete the quest clearance and then leave this world.

Adhering to his usual quick‑strike style, he does not choose to linger in battle.

"Slow down!" Bao'er's mother, never having experienced such a thrilling aerial ride, clenches her legs tightly in fear.

But Bao'er, in Xiong Zhanpeng's arms, holds a different view.

She finds it not thrilling enough, constantly shouting, "Faster, faster!"

Yet just as they enter the Air-raid Shelter, an inexplicable aura suddenly envelops their bodies.

Not good!

A strong ominous premonition filled his mind, and Xiong Zhanpeng hit the emergency brake.

Unfortunately, it was half a moment too late.

It was as if an invisible giant hand suddenly seized his body, locking it tightly.

He could not move.

Xiong Zhanpeng's breathing was obstructed, his face flushed red, as he kept searching for the perpetrator.

But countless silhouettes filled the spacious Air-raid Shelter.

He could not at all determine who was ambushing.

Soon, a mysterious aura pierced his body, instantly sucking all the oxygen from his lungs.

Xiong Zhanpeng's eyes widened, and a whimper escaped his mouth.

He immediately fainted from lack of oxygen.

Losing support, the mother and daughter fell helplessly.

Ah!

Just as they were about to hit the ground, they suddenly fell into a brand‑new embrace.

"Hehe, so fun," Bao'er beamed with a happy smile.

Bao'er's mother looked up and saw a stern, square‑jawed face.

"Greetings, I am of the compound surname Ximen, given name Zhi Rou."

"You… hello," Bao'er's mother said, her heart pounding after the series of shocks.

She had never even ridden a roller coaster in her life.

She had never experienced the intense up‑and‑down ride before.

Now, having escaped the Demon Claw, she entered a new cage.

She felt countless helplessness in her heart, terror beyond measure.

She could not clearly tell friend from foe.

Ximen Zhirou placed her on the ground, laughed and patted Bao'er's head, "Fun?"

"Mm, fun!" Bao'er squinted her eyes into crescents, nodding repeatedly.

Ximen Zhirou's eyes showed a gentle hue as he shielded her behind him, watching the Blood Ghost approaching from not far away.

His gaze instantly shifted, cold and relentless.

"Tenglong Company also wants to get a piece of the action; this fragrant delicacy must be tempting enough," the Blood Ghost said, stepping closer, his face as still as a well.

"But you're alone; do you really think you can snatch someone away right under my nose?"

Ximen Zhirou replied calmly, "Who said I came alone?"

After speaking, a phantom suddenly manifested on the body of the fainted Xiong Zhanpeng.

It quickly gathered into a group, eventually forming a humanoid shape.

"Fusion?" the Blood Ghost asked, recognizing the origin.

Wang Yuning's expression remained calm, and he said, "And me."

"And me!"

With those words, a man stepped out from behind Ximen Zhirou.

The three stood side by side, the Blood Ghost narrowed his eyes and halted his steps.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, a roar of car engines rang out.

The Blood Ghost turned sharply and saw the heavy truck blocking the Air-raid Shelter entrance tumble sideways, opening a passage.

Immediately after, a black little car careened in, entering the Air-raid Shelter.

"Sss—"

It slammed its brakes, the tires spewing white smoke, barely stopping between the two sides.

The car doors opened, and the three slowly walked out.

Originally frowning, Ximen Zhirou's eyebrows relaxed as he saw the newcomers, his eyes suddenly showing surprise.

"How did you…"

Wang Defa laughed heartily and gave him a bear hug.

"Didn't expect it, Brother Ximen, I'm also here,"

His gaze shifted, spotting the equally stunned Wang Yuning and Zhuang Wu.

Wang Defa was overjoyed, patting Xiao Wu's shoulder with one hand, "Xiao Wu, I didn't expect you to be here either."

"Brother Fa!" Xiao Wu blinked, eyes full of disbelief.

Behind them, Wen Ran and Lu Junsheng caught their gaze and nodded.

Wang Defa grinned, turned his head back to look at the Blood Ghost.

"Not just Tenglong Company."

"Our Blue Whale Company also intends to get a piece of the action."

"How about it?"