Chapter 612
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Chapter 612: Breaking the Door
The moment the gunshot rang out, Lin Qiye abruptly lifted his head.
At that moment, he was monitoring the last known location of the gangsters, quickly scanning the surroundings with his mental energy. Upon hearing the gunshot, his brows furrowed immediately.
The location of the gunfire was not far from them, still within the western part of the city.
Beside him, Hongyan and Heitong both turned to look at him.
“Let’s go take a look!” Lin Qiye said decisively.
……
A tremendous force hit her from behind, and Yuzhina fell heavily to the ground, letting out a muffled groan, feeling a sharp pain in her back.
Lying on the ground, a dazed expression appeared in her eyes, the buzzing sound still echoing in her ears.
Was that… a gun?
They have guns?
The gangsters rushed forward, dragging Yuzhina up from the ground. Yanwu Yusuke, holding a revolver, squinted as he approached her.
His gaze swept over Yuzhina’s body, failing to find any wounds or bloodstains.
“Didn’t hit her… just scared her?” he muttered to himself.
His intention in firing was merely to prevent Yuzhina from escaping; he didn’t truly want to kill her. If she really died, he would be finished too, so he aimed for a non-lethal spot.
Although his hand trembled and he missed, the outcome was still the same.
“Little girl, you’ve got some guts, huh? Daring to scheme against me,” Yanwu Yusuke stepped closer, grabbing her hair and glaring fiercely into her eyes, sneering, “If you’re so capable, why don’t you keep running?”
Yuzhina bit her lip, remaining silent.
“Drag her back, lock the main door. You two stay outside and keep an eye out for the police,” Yanwu Yusuke turned and walked into the warehouse, instructing the surrounding gangsters.
The gunshot had attracted nearly all the gangsters nearby, about thirty or forty of them. They quickly followed Yanwu Yusuke’s orders, dragging Yuzhina into the warehouse and slowly closing the heavy door.
Yuzhina was dragged back to the center of the concrete floor in the warehouse. Yanwu Yusuke squatted beside her, pinching her cheek to lift her head.
“I’ll ask you one last time, did your parents leave you anything valuable or special?” Yanwu Yusuke’s eyes were icy cold.
Yuzhina stared into his eyes, speaking each word slowly:
“No… there’s nothing!”
Yanwu Yusuke gazed at her for a moment, slowly closed his eyes, stood up, and sat back down on the leather sofa.
“Kutaro.”
“Yes, boss!” a fierce-looking gangster stepped up beside him.
“Cut off her fingers,” he said flatly.
“Understood!”
Kutaro nodded, drawing a dagger from his waist, and slowly approached the fallen Yuzhina with a cold smile.
Yuzhina watched him come closer, fear rising in her eyes. She bit her lip tightly, her face devoid of color.
She was not a fearless hero; she was just a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl. Hearing that they were going to cut off her fingers made tears uncontrollably well up in her eyes…
At that moment, she had no way out, no means left, only endless despair.
In her eyes were feelings of grievance, fear, anger, and confusion.
She couldn’t understand why, despite her sincere prayers to the gods, countless requests for the deity to dispel the evil around her and grant her a stable and happy life… why was it still like this?
Even just after leaving the shrine, still under the watch of the gods, she was captured by these people and subjected to torment. Couldn’t the gods see all this?
Do the gods really exist…?
Yuzhina helplessly collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down her cheeks as she slowly closed her eyes.
Bang—!!
Just as Kutaro was about to swing the knife, the warehouse door exploded open with a thunderous crash, the dull sound echoing in everyone’s ears.
Everyone froze for a moment, then turned to look.
The metal warehouse door was torn apart as if it were made of paper, crashing to the ground in pieces, dust swirling in the air, illuminated by the sunlight streaming in from outside.
Outside stood a red-haired woman in a blue caregiver uniform, her golden vertical pupils coldly observing everyone in the warehouse, her tightly clenched right fist slowly relaxing.
Just now, it was this punch that had blown the metal door apart.
She turned slightly, taking a step back, respectfully lowering her head as if waiting for someone.
In the next moment, a figure in a black trench coat, hands in pockets, wearing a Sun Wukong mask, slowly walked through the floating dust from the sunlight.
His gaze swept over the dozens of gangsters in the warehouse, finally landing on the fallen Yuzhina. Seeing the knife in Kutaro’s hand, a glint of killing intent flashed in his eyes.
“Hey! Who the hell are you?!” one of the yellow-haired gangsters stepped forward, speaking with a sharp tongue, loudly shouting, “What about the two guarding outside? Why is there no sound at all?”
Lin Qiye glanced at him, showing no intention of engaging in conversation, simply stating:
“Kill everyone except the one on the sofa.”
“Glad to serve you.”
Heitong’s voice echoed in Lin Qiye’s ears. In the next moment, a pool of black liquid shot out from Lin Qiye’s shadow, instantly crashing into the yellow-haired gangster, engulfing his entire body like a tide.
He instantly gained control over the yellow-haired gangster’s body.
On his forehead, a scarlet eye slowly opened, emitting a strange light that was chilling to behold.
This sudden scene left all the gangsters present frozen in place; they had never seen such a bizarre sight and momentarily forgot to escape or resist.
By the time they snapped back to reality, it was already too late.
Standing at the door, Hongyan moved like lightning, instantly charging into the group of gangsters. With a single kick, the terrifying force created a whirlwind, directly shattering the bones of several gangsters, sending them flying like kites, crashing to the ground like mud.
The other gangsters finally reacted, pulling out their weapons and fiercely striking at Hongyan.
With a series of crisp sounds, steel pipes broke, daggers shattered, and bottles smashed into pieces, scattering on the ground. They stood there holding half-broken weapons, staring at the unscathed Hongyan, completely dumbfounded.
Hongyan calmly turned her head, her golden vertical pupils, imbued with dragon might, narrowing slightly.
Heitong, occupying the yellow-haired gangster’s body, gently stepped back to avoid a gangster’s baseball bat, then pulled out a butterfly knife from his waist and effortlessly stabbed it into the gangster’s throat.
In front of these two, the gangsters had no power to resist; it was purely a one-sided massacre.
