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The strength of two people is immense, especially when it comes to attacking; however, if their numbers are already fewer than their opponents, then banding together only proves the extraordinary cleverness of this group.
Thus, Jufeng took a position behind a pillar in the hall, which supported a corridor above. This was an expansion made last year to accommodate more guests for Huankezhao.
Bullets continuously struck the stone pillar, which was barely large enough for two or three people to embrace, sending shards flying. Security or the guard team occasionally moved closer, alternating between long-range and close-range attacks.
For those at a distance, the bullets in Jufeng's hands played a significant role. They did not come from a gun barrel but rather flew from his hands in beautiful arcs, striking the enemies.
Sometimes, when the enemy's assault was too fierce and the gunfire too dense, Jufeng would rely on sound to determine their positions without even looking. The advantage of having many opponents was that as long as he threw something into the crowd, he could always hit something by chance.
As for those at close range, it was much easier. The old and weak members of Huankezhao stood no chance against Jufeng. Did Shangguan Wangyu have no skilled fighters around? Naturally not; high-caliber bodyguards like Universal Hunting could only be afforded by companies like Huankezhao.
However, those individuals were overly proud and would not mix into the crowd to diminish their presence.
Wu hid behind a bar counter, surrounded by shattered bottles and spilled liquor, with the air filled with various intoxicating scents. He had never enjoyed such a splendid combat experience before.
This bar counter was originally meant for guests waiting in the hall, where drinks were generally free. Now, beside Wu crouched a beautiful woman who looked like she had just been caught in the rain, adding a touch of melancholy to her beauty.
She did not scream, which spoke well of her character. She even had the opportunity to steal glances at Wu.
This man wasn't particularly handsome, but as a bartender who had seen countless people, she could instantly discern the quality of his physique. Many possessed merely good looks, but this one clearly brimmed with talent.
Talent did not necessarily mean being exceptionally learned; it referred more to an understanding of life and an appreciation for existence itself.
With every gesture, the man remained unfazed, as if he were strolling through Willow Shore after a gentle spring rain, each breath resonating deeply with those around him.
The woman gazed at him, momentarily entranced, completely unaware that she was at the center of a storm of blood and chaos, her soul drifting away in an instant.
As for Civilization, he took cover in the stairwell, using the steel steps as a shield while continuously firing his weapon.
His marksmanship was astonishingly precise, almost supernatural. Within a twenty-meter radius, not a single person dared to step forward. Behind him stood many elite figures from the business world, caught in a panic yet captivated by the thrilling display of gunfire.
Three men became like tigers descending a mountain; viewed in isolation, they were enough to confront the vast Huankezhao, to stand against the Guard Team and the disorganized security forces.
The battle raged on for over ten minutes. Although the number of standing enemies remained unchanged, they no longer charged at Jufeng and his companions. Gradually, the scene began to quiet down.
The three emerged slowly from their respective cover and spotted Cao Ke on the second-floor balcony. They realized that Politeness, who had sneaked in, likely hadn’t found any trace of Chuyang either.
Cao Ke looked at the three with a faint smile on his lips—not mocking nor overtly confident—just a simple smile.
His gaze settled on Civilization, and the smile faded somewhat, taking on a more serious tone.
“Jiang Xue… is she alright?” When Cao Ke spoke her name, he paused slightly, revealing his inner turmoil.
“Sister Xue is fine. If it weren't for you destroying her laboratory on Magellan Star, things would be even better.”
Civilization's expression was one of deep emotion; though it was always difficult to read his face, he remained as calm and unperturbed as ever.
Cao Ke paused for a moment, clearly feeling a sense of satisfaction within. Then he turned his gaze to Jufeng, a smile returning to the corners of his mouth.
"It's rare to have such an opportunity. Shall we spar?"
Jufeng listened to Cao Ke's words, not quite understanding their meaning, but he did not refuse.
The stone pillar stood about four or five meters high, its surface smooth as a mirror. Without a second thought, Jufeng leaped up, stepping onto the pillar for leverage. He then grasped the railing of the second-floor corridor with both hands and, with a strong push from his core, stood facing Cao Ke.
Between them lay the vast expanse of the first floor.
Seeing Jufeng's actions, Five jumped onto the bar and then leaped again to reach the second floor.
Civilization was much simpler; it ascended slowly, each step steady and remarkably stable.
"Alright, let's spar."
Cao Ke had dozens of people around him, few armed with guns. It was hard to tell what weapons they possessed, but each person's aura was sharp and intimidating.
Cao Ke tilted his head slightly, and three individuals stepped out from the crowd, making their way toward Jufeng and his companions.
This was what they called sparring. Despite being surrounded by enemies, none of Jufeng's group showed fear or hesitation.
The man facing Jufeng was short and lean, giving off a somewhat gaunt appearance. However, his eyes were unsettling to behold.
Jufeng had no knife in his hand, while his opponent wielded one. Yet, the opponent seemed unfazed by the apparent unfairness of the duel and lunged forward with the blade.
The fight unfolded swiftly, lasting no more than ten seconds before the man was sent tumbling from the corridor to the first floor, where he stood up and spat out a mouthful of blood.
This man was from Universal Hunting, but unfortunately, he had not graduated.
The battle on Wu's side ended even quicker. Noticing that his opponent was armed, Wu felt no superiority in being unarmed. He called out to a woman below, "Miss, could you bring me a bottle of wine?"
At his words, the woman was left utterly stunned, her mind racing as she struggled to comprehend. She never expected him to speak to her, and his voice was unexpectedly magnetic.
The bartender picked up a whole bottle, ready to hand it over, but then hesitated. How could a complete bottle serve as a weapon? After some deliberation, she selected a bottle that had a perfect neck but was shattered at the back, revealing sharp glass edges like a dagger.
With a gentle toss, she threw it to Wu, who caught it effortlessly. In one swift motion, he plunged the bottle into the back of the man's neck.
As for Wenming, things were even simpler. When his opponent approached, he raised his handgun. The other man was startled and quickly tried to dodge, but Wenming did not fire.
In response, the opponent drew his own gun, confused by Wenming's actions which were intended to ensure fairness. Suddenly, he aimed at Wenming and pulled the trigger, hoping to catch him off guard.
However, Wenming's shot rang out first. The opponent hadn't prepared himself and was struck by a bullet that pierced through him with chilling precision.
In this game of latecomers versus early shooters, Wenming's marksmanship prevailed. Accuracy was merely the baseline; speed was paramount!
If Politeness were here, it would definitely make a quip, "Oh, so Civilization is quite the Gunner!"
Civilization, in a good mood, would respond with a dry humor.
"Why don't you give it a try?"
Cao Ke looked at the three people he had sent out; within just a few breaths, they had all been defeated, and a hint of anger appeared on his brow.
Suddenly, there was a different kind of emotion among the crowd behind him.
Cao Ke said coldly, "It seems I truly lack the ability to teach! I've embarrassed Jufeng."
(To be continued)
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