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Qin Dali lifted the already stiff body of Tian Rui and threw him over his shoulder as he jumped down from the vehicle. He noticed that Han Yuhe and the others were also approaching him. It turned out that Peter and his group had rushed downstairs, wielding Jungle Combat Knives, surrounding several people in the middle. "Hahaha... it seems Tian Rui can still find more foreigners to accompany him in death!" Qin Dali actually laughed.
"Who are you?" asked Lin Ping, the contractor from Nursery Forest, standing outside the circle.
"Who are you to dare to brazenly kill on the land of Heavenly Pride Nation! I tell you, today you will accompany my brother in death!" Qin Dali shouted loudly. If he weren't carrying Tian Rui, he would have charged forward already.
"You won't escape today! You must pay for John's death! I swear I will make you pay with your blood!" Peter said coldly, leaping towards the nearest target, Topology. He swung his Jungle Combat Knife fiercely at him. Although there were no fancy techniques in his swordsmanship, it was a genuine killing blow, and the blade emitted a sharp sound.
In Peter's view, this figure could not possibly evade his strike because this seemingly ordinary blow contained the crucial elements of stability, precision, ruthlessness, and speed. An ordinary person would have no chance to dodge it; it seemed that this person was about to meet his end under Peter's knife.
Of course, if Peter had targeted someone else, he might have succeeded. However, he chose the wrong target; Topology was known as the fastest blade master of Arab Nation. Playing with knives in front of the Arabian Nation's Fastest Blade Master was akin to showing off one's skills in front of an expert. In an instant, Topology spun away from Peter's thunderous attack with ease. At the same time, a swift motion from Topology's waist drew out a knife that created a flurry of white blade shadows aimed at Peter's head. With a light sound of flesh tearing, Peter suddenly staggered back a few steps, covering his left face with his hand.
The knife was an ordinary one; since he couldn't bring his favorite Arab curved knife with him to Heavenly Pride Nation, Topology had been unable to find a suitable knife since arriving. When Qin Dali called for an urgent mission last night, Topology hurriedly ran to the kitchen in the cafeteria and grabbed a knife used by the chef for peeling winter melons before joining the team. This type of knife was similar to those used by street vendors selling watermelons; its material was merely scrap metal coated with a shiny nickel layer for aesthetics. Although it appeared sharp and glimmering, regardless of its appearance, once it was in Topology's hands, it became a lethal weapon capable of taking lives.
Blood gushed from Peter's left face as he incredulously reached up to see if his hands were covered in blood. However, his Infrared Night Vision Goggles suddenly slipped from his face and hung on his right ear; it turned out that the left arm of the goggles had been severed by Topology's knife. Peter finally believed that he had indeed been cut and that this wound was executed so beautifully and strangely—what extraordinary swordsmanship! Peter was shocked.
Meanwhile, David was unaware that Peter had been injured. Seeing Peter initiate an attack, he eagerly swung his Jungle Combat Knife at one of the individuals—Summer Wind. Unfortunately for David, Summer Wind swiftly drew out his large kitchen knife and unleashed a flurry of blade shadows above David's head. David felt a chill run through his scalp as hair flew around like dry grass blown by the wind. Stunned, David reached up to touch his head and screamed; his once full head of golden hair had been shaved down to a bald Mediterranean style by Summer Wind's large kitchen knife.
Coming back to reality, David furiously pulled out his K5 and prepared to shoot. Without hesitation, Summer Wind swung his knife again; with a crisp sound reminiscent of a sharp kitchen knife slicing through cucumber, David's K5 was reduced to just its handle. Screaming as if he had seen a ghost, David tossed aside the gun handle and jumped out of the circle while covering his head. Indeed, Peter's group was having terrible luck; both individuals they faced were top-notch blade masters—one being the fastest blade master from Arab Nation and the other an heir to an unknown swordsmanship style from Western regions.
"We only want our friend's body back. If you continue to obstruct us, next time you may not be so fortunate!" Han Yuhe said coldly to Peter and the others after remaining silent until now. She needed to seize this opportunity to take their people away; otherwise, it would be uncertain who would win if a real fight broke out. The ease with which Topology and Summer Wind had gained the upper hand in this first round was not only due to their exceptional swordsmanship but also because their opponents had underestimated them significantly. Han Yuhe understood Vulture's combat capabilities well; if they truly fought seriously without using guns, her side might not gain much advantage either. Moreover, their superiors had repeatedly emphasized that they could only take away corpses while trying not to engage further.
After Han Yuhe spoke and saw no reaction from them, she turned to Qin Dali and said, "Let's go!" Qin Dali snorted angrily and strode toward the side door while carrying Tian Rui's body. Topology and Summer Wind held their knives tightly and cautiously watched everyone as they slowly backed away together.
A member of the Vulture Team made a move to chase, and Peter shouted, "Pilu, let them go!" The group quickly passed through the side door and disappeared into the woods beyond the wall.
The series of events had severely shaken Peter's confidence. This was his first visit to Heavenly Pride Nation. Before this, he had only learned about it from movies and television, where Heavenly Pride Nation was portrayed as an eastern mystical country with a history spanning thousands of years. In this mysterious land, there was something called Kung Fu that was incredibly powerful. Those who practiced it could not only scale walls effortlessly but could also emit a force equivalent to explosives, capable of obliterating a person from a distance. He had always thought such depictions were exaggerated for entertainment, but now it seemed there might be some truth to it. In a short span of time, he had witnessed the legendary Kung Fu of Heavenly Pride Nation. Earlier, while on the upper floor, he had seen Shen Liwei's extraordinary leg techniques through a telescope; he had never realized human legs could be so agile. Now, having personally experienced the Swordsmanship of Heavenly Pride Kung Fu, he was even more astonished. If everyone in Heavenly Pride Nation possessed such abilities, it could only be described as terrifying. Peter was not only worried about the outcome of his mission in Heavenly Pride.
John's revenge must be taken, but not now. In the face of such terrifying Kung Fu, the only winning strategy was advanced firearms. However, outside in the open area were at least four hundred fully armed members of the Heavenly Pride Army. Firing a weapon would reveal their position, and at that point, escape would be impossible. So for now, he had to endure and wait for the right moment to make them pay double!
Moreover, they were only taking away a corpse that held no value for them; they brought it back merely out of fear of being pursued by the Heavenly Pride police. It seemed that these people who came to steal the body also did not want to be discovered by the police; otherwise, they wouldn't have risked themselves like this. As soon as a report was made, a large number of police would surround the area. Therefore, there was no need to worry about any trouble arising from the body. However, this lingering resentment was quite uncomfortable; it felt like an insult to the Vulture Team. Peter covered his face and said to Lin Ping, "It seems we can't stay here any longer. We'll move as soon as the army outside withdraws."
Dawn was breaking when several people descended from the mountain's woods. Leading them was Qin Dali, carrying Tian Rui's body on his shoulders. He brought Tian Rui's body down the mountain without allowing Topology and Summer Wind to assist him. Tian Rui belonged to Beng Hu Lian, and Qin Dali was the Company Commander and highest commander of Beng Hu Lian. The death of a soldier weighed heavily on a commander's conscience; he felt deeply troubled. They reached two vehicles at the foot of the mountain where Qin Dali placed Tian Rui's body in the back seat and secured it with a seatbelt, even smoothing down his forehead hair.
Everyone felt heavy-hearted; although they had retrieved Tian Rui's body, it was already cold and lifeless. Han Yuhe sighed and said to Qin Dali, "Qin Squad Leader, don't be too upset; this isn't your fault. Bringing him back is already commendable... Well, my mission is complete; I need to report back now. Goodbye everyone!" With that, she turned and walked towards her vehicle.
"Wait... wait!" Summer Wind suddenly called out, perhaps due to his anxiety making him tongue-tied and flustered.
"Is there something else?" Han Yuhe turned back with a smile that captivated Summer Wind completely; he stood there dumbfounded for quite some time without speaking until Topology nudged him with an elbow to bring him back to reality. He stammered, "N-no... nothing... Summer Wind... your... name."
"Hehe... Han Yuhe, goodbye!" Han Yuhe laughed as she tossed out that line before getting into her car and speeding away. Summer Wind remained standing there watching her car leave until it turned a corner and vanished from sight before he finally withdrew his gaze and muttered to himself, "Han Yuhe... Han Yuhe... nice name... beautiful..."
Qin Dali shot a disdainful glance at Summer Wind. Although Xia Yuhe was indeed attractive, it wasn't necessary to act like that at such a sorrowful moment when their brother had just met misfortune. Even if one harbored some feelings in their heart, they should hold back during such times! Sighing at today's youth—forgetting their own names upon seeing a beautiful woman!
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