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Jumping out of the third-floor window, Jufeng saw the neatly parked vehicles of A Squad, the dim yellow streetlights, and two Sanitation Workers chatting together.
With a loud thud, Romain landed on the ground after stepping on a few protruding parts of the wall. Having wasted some energy earlier, he struggled to control his strength, resulting in a rather loud noise.
The sound startled the two Sanitation Workers, who stared blankly at Romain, wondering when he had appeared there and why he was holding a piece of glass.
Then, they witnessed a scene they would never forget: another figure leaped out from the third floor, agile as an Ape, landing effortlessly in front of them. After exchanging a few words with the glass-holding man, the figure hurriedly disappeared.
Watching the direction in which they vanished, the two workers simultaneously looked up at the third-floor window. They exchanged glances, and then…
“Ah!” A sharp scream escaped their lips as they abandoned their brooms and rushed home in panic.
Standing by the window, Shangguan Wangyu heard the sudden screams outside and his expression turned icy.
Moments later, Tony appeared behind him, bowing respectfully.
Seemingly in a bad mood, Shangguan Wangyu coldly instructed, “Increase surveillance on Universal Communications and Universal Information. Also, send in Mecha Squad.”
Tony nodded in acknowledgment and slowly left, feeling a surge of sympathy for Jufeng.
Even if he had left Universal Building, the entire planet was still under the Prince's domain. The broader space made it even easier for the Prince's Huankezhao to operate; danger lurked everywhere outside.
Jufeng had no idea what awaited him in the darkness but knew that his escape was just beginning. He turned around two street corners and slipped into a dark, damp alley through a black door. Inside were familiar faces: Vera and Jiang Xue, who had just escaped, along with Liu Gulang and his loyal subordinates.
“Time is of the essence; we must proceed according to plan.”
Time was not money; it was life. So Jufeng issued his orders without delay.
Jiang Xue looked anxious and concerned as she asked, “What about Eldest Sister?”
She had known about Wen Yun's situation long before the Huankezhao incident. Although she had great faith in Jufeng, she couldn't help but worry lately.
Jufeng nodded, recalling the way Tian Feng had looked when they met two days ago. There was an inexplicable sense of secrecy about him. He assured her, "Don't worry. I have a reliable brother going to rescue him. It will be fine."
...
As the smoke cleared, Light was dead, and the External Missile had struck. Everything happened too quickly for anyone to react, except for Tian Feng, who was energetically moving through the underbrush with Wen Yun on his back.
With Light dead, those responsible for managing the aftermath immediately issued pursuit orders. However, by that time, Tian Feng had already vanished without a trace. With directions in every possible way, where could they search?
This was not a challenge for these professional teams dedicated to killing or preventing killings. They could determine the bullet's origin based on the position of the gunshot and how the victim fell. Thus, dozens of men in black rushed toward the source of the bullets.
Indeed, Tian Feng was heading in that very direction.
In a precarious situation surrounded by enemies, if you suddenly found an ally in one direction, where would you choose to break through? The answer was obvious.
Tian Feng ran swiftly, with pursuers hot on his heels. Because he was carrying someone, he couldn't shake off the men in black. They occasionally fired shots to disrupt his escape route.
Fortunately, the External Missile didn't just fire two rounds and disappear; it continued to accompany Tian Feng as he fled. Behind him, some of the black-clad pursuers fell, perhaps never to rise again.
Faced with such a seemingly distant yet close Bullet Killer, the black-clad pursuers couldn't give their all in the chase; life was precious, and they couldn't disregard life and death entirely.
Thus, with caution in their pursuit, after about two minutes, Tian Feng found himself in front of a wall.
The estate was enclosed by walls over eight meters high. For Tian Feng, carrying Wen Yun on his back, jumping over it would be extremely difficult.
However, Tian Feng was confident; since he had come this way, there must be a way to break through here.
The gaze swept around the vicinity and soon spotted a rope. Tian Feng swiftly climbed up the rope, moving with great speed.
However, no matter how fast he was, he was still only eight meters high, and that was in elevation, not distance. The black-clad figures behind him were vaguely visible; if they caught up, he could still be shot down in a hail of bullets.
At that moment, a bomb suddenly fell from the top of the high wall. As it descended, everyone recognized it. It was a smoke bomb—its power was minimal, but its ability to create confusion was immense.
When it exploded in mid-air, a large cloud of gray smoke immediately billowed at the base of the wall, obscuring the vision of the black-clad pursuers and preventing them from aiming accurately.
Yet they did not give up; relying on their last glimpse and instinct, they continued to fire bullets into the smoke. Whether they hit or missed didn’t matter; they were determined to do what they could.
The evening breeze blew gently, and the smoke dissipated quickly. When the view became clear again, there was no trace of anyone at the wall—no sign of Tian Feng or even the rope he had climbed.
Inside the wall, everyone felt frustrated; outside, a beautiful woman was filled with worry.
Wen Yun's brow furrowed deeply with sorrow and guilt because Tian Feng had been shot.
The chaotic and aimless shooting had inadvertently aided the black-clad figures. Perhaps someone had come to help deplete Tian Feng's luck, resulting in a bullet grazing his leg amidst the chaos.
It took away a significant chunk of his resilient and protein-rich leg muscle.
Tian Feng looked at Wen Yun and managed to pull a calm smile at the corner of his mouth. It wasn’t feigned; this injury was trivial for him.
After comforting Wen Yun, Tian Feng turned his gaze to the man beside him.
He was robustly built, tall and handsome, with an aura that only military personnel possessed—a somewhat imposing presence.
“Thank you, but I don’t believe we’ve met before.”
Tian Feng's gaze finally landed on the Sniper Rifle beside him, and he asked.
The man did not respond immediately. Tian Feng raised his head again, staring into the other man's eyes, and suddenly thought of something, blurting out, "Is it Brother Jufeng?"
The man nodded at this, seemingly confirming that the person he had rescued was indeed correct. He then turned his attention to Wen Yun and asked, "Are you Lu Qijia's sister?"
The man's question suggested that if he wasn't being impolite, then he was still unaware of Lu Qijia's death.
Wen Yun didn't know whether the man belonged to the former or the latter category, so she simply nodded.
After confirming, the man began to introduce himself, saying, "My name is Lu Hongyu, and I am a friend of Jufeng."
(To be continued)
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