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The wind's whispers were unclear as Xiao Qiang rushed inside, the dim light revealing a gruesome scene. Scattered across the ground were the decaying remains of Abnormal Humanoids, exuding a foul odor. In addition, a swift shadow lunged at him from the darkness. The figure brandished a pair of iron rods with ferocity, exuding an aura of violence that filled the space.
Another one wielding iron rods? Xiao Qiang's heart raced—Wen Kai? A flash of doubt crossed his mind as he unleashed his own technique. At that moment, it was truly a clash of equals; the fierce wind from his punches descended like a storm. He forcefully knocked the opponent's iron rods aside with a resounding thud! Their fists collided, sending shockwaves through their hands. The shadow emerging from the karaoke bar staggered back a few steps, leaning against a decorative wall, gasping for breath while his eyes greedily fixated on the Chain dangling from Xiao Qiang's chest.
"Clone robber?" he shouted in anger, still unable to clearly see who his opponent was due to the darkness. As he heard the wind calling out again, he slightly turned his head towards the entrance where she stood...
The figure leaning against the wall saw Xiao Qiang distracted and seized the opportunity to swiftly close in. With fingers gripping the iron rod tightly, he aimed to snatch Xiao Qiang's Chain with a deadly strike. But Xiao Qiang, unarmed and agile, dodged just in time. As they brushed past each other, Wind thrust forward her hand. Thud! The dagger plunged deep into her assailant's abdomen.
As the dagger pierced him, he felt only a localized numbness—a mere sting like a needle prick. The iron rod swung dangerously close to Wind, who stepped back and smoothly withdrew her dagger, a stream of crimson blood spraying forth from the wound. As blood splattered, the assailant's face turned pale, pain intensifying within him. Yet he fought on with reckless abandon, embodying a tragic determination akin to that of a death-seeking warrior.
Wind struck left and right with her dagger, slicing at him in rapid succession like planting rice seedlings.
Xiao Qiang steadied himself and realized it was too late to leave any survivors... "Watch out for his poison!" Before he could finish his warning, the assailant spat out a mouthful of bloody liquid at Wind. Despite her quick retreat, droplets splattered across her face. A sharp burning sensation pierced her skin, forcing her to cover her cheek. Just as she stumbled backward, Xiao Qiang caught her to prevent her fall. Looking back at their attacker, he suddenly convulsed violently before collapsing to the ground—his symptoms mirroring those of the previous suicide victim.
In an instant, under Wind's stunned gaze, he transformed into a pool of blood...
At that moment, Xiao Qiang nearly lost his balance!
"What’s wrong with you?"
"I'm fine," he replied while trying to breathe through a dull ache in his lungs. Noticing Wind's anxious expression, he asked in confusion, "How are you okay?"
"I didn’t inhale much of the toxic gas from that explosion earlier; you inhaled quite a bit. Let's get outside for some fresh air..." As she spoke, Wind’s gaze remained fixed on the crimson pool before them. A living person had just perished like that; although she didn’t understand why he had attacked Xiao Qiang, he was still human—part of their kind. This thought stirred feelings of sorrow within her.
Suppressing the pain in his chest, Xiao Qiang showed no intention of leaving immediately. He bent down slightly and scanned the blood for any sign of a laser tracking device.
"What are you looking for? Let’s go!" Seeing his pale complexion made Wind worry even more for him.
Xiao Qiang slightly raised his head, his gaze fixed on Feng's face. The light streaming in from the doorway revealed many red rashes on her skin. "What happened to your face?"
At the mention of it, Feng recalled the moment when that guy had sprayed her with blood just before he died. She instinctively touched her face and winced, "Ouch! That hurts. What is it?" Her voice trembled with a hint of tears, contrasting sharply with her earlier tough demeanor.
"Don't move. Let's go outside and take a look." Xiao Qiang averted his gaze, inadvertently tucking the Chain hanging outside into his collar. He took one last glance at the lingering pink mist and sighed, "The Professor R's Clone team really isn't afraid of death." He thought about how this guy must have followed them here, using his acrobatic skills to lurk in the Karaoke Bar, waiting for the right moment to track them again, only to have his plans disrupted by Feng's sudden whim.
Feng's interest was piqued by Xiao Qiang's mention of Clones, momentarily forgetting the terrifying reality of her disfigured face. Seizing on this topic, she hurriedly asked, "Clone? Cloning humans?"
Xiao Qiang's train of thought was interrupted by her sudden question. He replied, "Yes, it's the Professor R's lifelong dream. He wants to use bio-Clones to replace humans in warfare and aims to become a giant in the universe."
"What an ambitious person! Is he really that powerful?" Feng playfully blinked her eyes, half-believing as she leaned closer to Xiao Qiang and joked, "He can't be more powerful than you, right?"
"Of course, he's ten times more powerful than I am."
"In what way?"
"He's like a giant centipede; I’m just a caterpillar by comparison. As for knowledge, he could be called the Father of the Sea of Books." As he spoke, Xiao Qiang stared intently at Feng's face, his expression growing tense.
"Wow, that's impressive." Feng's eyes sparkled with surprise as she asked, "Is my face really that scary?"
"Not scary, but quite alarming... It looks like acne... except these bumps have something white on top." He tried to downplay it as much as possible but couldn't hide his astonishment at seeing her facial changes.
Fortunately, Feng was focused on her face; however, it was unfortunate that there were no mirrors around to see the changes up close. Still, the subtle burning sensation on her skin made her feel uneasy. She maintained a fearless facade, not wanting Xiao Qiang to notice her inner tension.
"Hurry and find your sister. Didn't she foresee that this would happen to you?"
"She did. She said that as long as I got close to you, unexpected things would happen."
Xiao Qiang couldn't bear to look at Wind's face, which resembled that of a leper. Upon hearing Wind mention her sister's foresight, he couldn't help but think, "What the hell! This is too outrageous." Yet deep down, he genuinely worried for her... fearing that she wouldn't be able to handle the sight of his disfigured appearance.
He hoped that Wind's Sister could help her.
"Does your sister know medicine?"
"How do you know she knows medicine?"
"Just a guess."
"She has a basic understanding, and she's quite skilled in Acupuncture."
Wind didn't understand why, after getting into the car, Xiao Qiang kept insisting she stay away from the car window. He didn't want her to look at it. What was on the glass? Glancing slightly, she saw her own blurred reflection on the window. She missed her sister and wondered what she was doing now. Was she waiting for them under that old tree at the intersection they had to pass on their way home?
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In a remote wasteland far from town, beneath a solitary large tree, sat a beautiful woman in a wheelchair with a leg disability. Her bright eyes gazed longingly in the direction of her sister's return.
Having a special ability, particularly one that allowed for foresight, was not necessarily a blessing. Once upon a time, in the depths of a dark night, her thoughts wandered helplessly without finding an anchor. She wanted to reach out to the distant horizon but instead touched her own shattered face.
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