Chapter 169: That's Mine

As Scott pulled the trigger, Jiang Yuan moved.

Without extra thought, his body's instinct outran his brain's command.

His wrist twitched rapidly!

A Poker Card whose edges glowed with a dim metallic sheen, like a bird given life, swooped out with a sharp, slicing whistle!

"Clang!"

A crisp sound!

The Poker Card's edge sliced the Large-caliber Handgun's barrel with pinpoint precision, sparking a spray of dazzling sparks!

"Bang!"

The bullet that should have struck Jiang Yuan's brow flew past his ear at a Weird angle, dragging a gust of scorching air that slammed into the rear rock wall, scattering shards of stone.

Scott felt his wrist violently shake, his palm numbing, as his beloved Large-caliber Handgun was hurled away by an irresistible force, tracing a parabola in the air before clanging into a distant waterlogged pit.

He was completely stunned.

What is that?

Flying Cards?

Is this a movie shoot?!

But Jiang Yuan gave him no time to react.

With a successful strike, he thrust his foot, leapt like a leopard, aiming directly at the now weaponless Scott!

The astonishment on Scott's face instantly gave way to extreme madness.

He can't lose!

He also can't afford to lose!

"Bastard! Do you think it's over like this!"

Scott sneered, not retreating but advancing, his left hand darting toward his lower back like lightning.

There, another even more ferocious weapon was tucked away!

A short, compact Submachine Gun!

When Jiang Yuan's figure was halfway through his lunge, the gun's dark barrel was already aimed at him!

"Turn me into a wasp nest!"

Clack clack clack clack clack!

Flames spewed!

A dense hail of bullets instantly formed a metallic storm, pouring wildly toward Jiang Yuan!

Jiang Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

Damn it!

This guy still has a follow‑up!

A strong sense of danger raised every hair on his body; he forced his forward momentum to twist, rolling sideways in a terribly awkward posture, narrowly evading the first barrage.

Bullets struck where he had just stood, gouging the ground with savage trenches.

Jiang Yuan rolled on the spot, quickly taking cover behind a wall near the Exit, the Submachine Gun's terrifying roar still echoing in his ears.

Now it's trouble.

The opponent's firepower completely suppressed him.

At this range, his Flying Cards were precise, but breaking through the Submachine Gun's fire net was almost impossible.

"Come out! Eastern kid!"

Scott's roar rang outside, accompanied by a frantic spray.

"Let me see how long your little trick can last!"

Bullets crackled against the wall, raising clouds of dust.

Jiang Yuan pressed tightly against the wall, his heart pounding, his mind racing.

What to do?

The opponent's goal was to stall; if he widened the gap enough, he would lose any chance to pursue.

Cannot wait!

Jiang Yuan's gaze hardened as he drew three Poker Cards from the Card Bag, pinching them between his fingers.

He listened to the gunfire outside, and at the pause when the magazine was changed, he thrust his body out sharply!

His wrist twitched again!

The three Poker Cards formed a perfect shape, whistling toward Scott!

Scott had just reloaded when three dark silhouettes rushed in, startling him into raising his gun to block.

"Clang clang!"

Two cards were deflected by the barrel, but the third slashed across his cheek, leaving a shallow blood mark.

"Ah!"

Scott winced, instinctively stepping back, his Submachine Gun lagging a beat.

Now!

Jiang Yuan seized the opening, springing out of cover like a coil, charging at him again!

"You're courting death!"

Scott recovered, roaring as he lifted the barrel.

But Jiang Yuan's figure kept shifting at high speed, like a phantom.

At the same time, several Poker Cards flew out, sealing every angle Scott could aim at.

A deadly cat-and-mouse game erupts fiercely at this desolate subway Exit!

Scott is harassed to the point of irritation by Jiang Yuan's elusive Flying Cards; he frantically sprays suppressive fire while slowly retreating backward.

Fortunately, he holds an absolute firepower advantage.

As long as he keeps the opponent at a distance, the Balance of victory tilts toward him.

One step, two steps......

He finally emerges completely from the dark passageway, bathed in warm sunlight.

Safe.

Temporarily safe.

Scott watches Jiang Yuan still suppressed behind the cover, a cruel and smug smile appearing on his face.

He has already created enough safe distance.

Just turn around and run into that dense forest; the sea is wide for fish to leap, the sky high for birds to fly!

Federation Investigation Bureau?

A bunch of trash!

He turns, about to step forward and embrace the freedom that belongs to him.

Suddenly.

A dark silhouette silently descends from the sky above his head.

A crisp, sweet female voice, with a hint of playfulness, sounds almost pressed against his ear.

"Hi, sir."

"This way is blocked, you know."

Scott's body freezes instantly, all the blood in his veins solidifies.

He whirls around sharply.

What meets his eyes is a girl's face bearing an innocently sweet smile.

The girl, clad in combat gear, leaps lightly from the height like a spirit cat; her doe-like almond eyes still sparkle with naive innocence.

However, her next move has nothing at all to do with "innocence".

At the instant Scott turns, Mo Shu's body performs an elegant midair twist, her slender right leg lifts, the knee driving with a powerful force, mercilessly slamming into Scott's back of the neck!

"Dong!"

A muffled thud.

The world before Scott's eyes suddenly goes black, his mind blanks, the curse he was about to utter forever sticks in his throat.

He doesn't even have time to scream; his whole body collapses limp to the ground, instantly losing consciousness.

Mo Shu lands lightly, brushing dust off her hands.

Her movements pause not a moment; fluidly she removes the Submachine Gun and all spare magazines from Scott, then pulls out a roll of special binding rope and, in a flash, ties him up tightly.

After finishing, she turns, gives Jiang Yuan behind the cover an "OK" hand sign, and playfully winks her right eye.

"All set, job done!"

Jiang Yuan steps out from behind the cover, looks at the tightly bound Scott, and lets out a long sigh.

He moves closer, pulls out his Compact Detector and scans Scott.

The detector's screen lights up, the needle starts frantically jumping, emitting an urgent alarm.

Strangely, when Jiang Yuan points the detector at Scott himself, the reaction is strong but does not reach its peak.

He furrows his brow and lowers the detector slowly.

When the detector's probe sweeps over the spot of Scott's jacket pocket, the whole device begins to shake violently, the screen's numbers instantly max out, turning a glaring blood‑red!

The source of the strong Weird reaction is not Scott himself.

But something in his pocket...!

Jiang Yuan and Mo Shu lock eyes, each seeing the gravity in the other's gaze.

Mo Shu crouches, carefully reaching a hand toward Scott's pocket.

Just as her fingertip is about to touch the pocket fabric.

Mutation erupts suddenly!

Scott, who should have been fully unconscious, convulses violently, his eyes snapping open!

Those eyes are filled with blood vessels, brimming with extreme madness and terror, no longer bearing any of the previous ferocity.

He roars like a beast gone mad, using every ounce of his strength.

"Don't touch it!"

"It's mine!!!"