Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 154 025. Confrontation
Turbid clouds drift with the water, and the evening breeze brushes against the wall.

Dressed in all black and wearing a mask, Jin Ziyue quietly climbed onto the roof. He moved nimbly across the low wall as if it were flat ground.

The brothels have been closed due to the explosion, and the surrounding area has also been affected. The evening news specifically warned citizens to stay away from this unsafe street, so it looks rather deserted.

However, the presence of the Otherworldly beings around them did not diminish in the slightest.

Jin Ziyue crouched low to the edge of the eaves and tiptoed past.

Passersby sit on benches reading newspapers, couples stroll in small groups in the park, down-on-their-luck office workers walk home with briefcases, and the shopkeeper lies on a wicker chair by the door watching a cheesy TV drama.

Everything looked peaceful and harmonious.

But they were all White Walkers.

Unwittingly, this protects the brothels within.

There weren't these people last night; they must be newly added guards on the perimeter.

Looking up, one can vaguely see the moon tonight, tinged with a crimson hue.

Jin Ziyue concealed his breathing and turned into the alley.

He calmly took down the two sentries, the two who looked like a couple, and all he saw was a spurt of blood on each other's foreheads.

Today he didn't bring his umbrella, but a new weapon: a matte black gun with a silencer.

The two bodies fell to the ground with a thud.

He dragged the body to a dark corner and disappeared into the alley.

Jin Ziyue leaned against the wall, turning his head to reveal half of his vision, and could see the woman's silhouette appear by the window. He picked up a stone and gently tossed it into the grass.

The rustling of grass and trees caught the woman's attention. She pressed herself against the window, carefully opened a crack, and peeked out.

The cold metal pressed against her brow.

There was a muffled sound.

She was suddenly startled, and before she could react, a sharp pain in her forehead took away her last bit of consciousness.

boom.

The woman fell backward to the ground.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the surrounding sounds had disappeared, and the fluctuations in the writing activity seemed to become more frequent.

Jin Ziyue quietly climbed onto the roof and, taking advantage of the darkness, avoided many eyes and ears before arriving at the brothel.

The damaged wall on the third floor was still covered with a protective bamboo frame, and cement and red bricks were piled on the ground.

The pedestrians on the street had mostly dispersed, and a night breeze swept by, leaving only the roadside vending machines flashing their LED lights, asserting their presence. A hazy mist and dust floated in the gray sky, making the lights appear dull and worn.

The excessive silence made Jin Ziyue suspect a conspiracy.

Even the sound of footsteps on the sand could be clearly heard.

"Come out," Jin Ziyue said.

For a long while, there was silence.

Jin Ziyue silently pulled the safety on his pistol, aiming it at the door. The fluorescent light illuminated the room clearly, but there was no one in sight at the front desk.

tear-

The power went out suddenly, plunging the surroundings into darkness.

When the lights came on again, the hall was filled with all sorts of people.

"As expected of Mr. Jing, I have been waiting here for a long time." The one in the lead was a woman he had never met before. She was wearing a white kimono with a black and red sash around her waist. She raised her hand to cover her mouth with her sleeve.

The woman was probably older than her age, with a beautiful face but a somewhat weathered and hesitant voice.

Surrounding her was the former female swordsman, Chiemi. The female swordsman gripped the hidden blade at her waist, wore white socks and wooden clogs, and had a cold and stern face. The wounds from last night could still be vaguely discerned.

The others were several warrior-like White Walkers, all carrying long swords, with their hair shaved off on the tops of their heads and foreheads, leaving only a single tuft of black hair hanging high.

"Are you the real mastermind behind this?"

"You overestimate me. We're just henchmen." The woman smiled modestly, her every gesture exuding the charm of a mature woman.

"Tell me who's behind this, and you'll die a quicker death." Jin Ziyue's eyes were sinister.

"If you're willing to become one of us, who's the mastermind behind the Way of Nature?" the woman said politely, flicking her wrist to unfold her folding fan, revealing an ancient ink painting depicting a beautiful woman and a tea table, surrounded by peonies and chrysanthemums.

Jin Ziyue raised his gun, meeting the other person's gaze at eye level.

The enemy samurai drew their swords in unison, the gleaming blades resembling the fangs of a wild beast.

"That's such a shame," the woman sighed.

She raised her almond-shaped eyebrows, her eyes were captivating, her eyeshadow was pink, her knuckles were distinct, and on her wrist holding the fan was a black and white beaded chain.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the enemy's samurai charged forward.

The White Walkers moved with superhuman speed, bursting through the door in the blink of an eye. They held their swords in both hands on their left sides, roaring as they gathered their sword energy.

Jin Ziyue immediately sensed that these individuals were extraordinary. Their lower bodies were stable, their steps deliberate, and their hands holding their swords remained perfectly steady—a stark contrast to the White Walkers who fought solely on instinct and physical strength. Their already powerful physiques were further enhanced by a certain fighting style; these were clearly specially trained White Walker warriors.

More importantly, although they look different, their movements are very synchronized, advancing like a wall of blades. It would be difficult for them to gain an advantage in close combat; he would likely be met with a barrage of cleavers.

Thinking of this, Jin Ziyue turned and retreated, while simultaneously firing a test shot with his silenced pistol.

"Bang—" The blow struck the hand of a White Walker holding a knife, crippling the hand instantly.

But this completely unleashed their ferocity. All the White Walkers roared and bared their claws, their wrists gripping the knives throbbing with veins. Even the one who was shot first, whose wrist hadn't been broken, was already clutching his wound and letting it heal.

[Showing Off Their Brilliance] x5!

"The holder will always have the opportunity to showcase their strength and gain countless moments of glory. In the hands of a genius, it can play an even greater role, making the host even more dazzling. This inscription seems to be somewhat incomplete, greatly limiting the holder's ability to display their brilliance, and the effect varies from person to person."

In the use of knives, by enhancing the sword's momentum and sharpening the weapon, even a lowly person can one day be able to decapitate an enemy general.

Five identical pronouncements?

Jin Ziyue was startled and took a step back to create distance, but the nearest knife was already slashing down from mid-air.

He barely dodged the blow, quickly drew his gun, and fired both shots simultaneously, almost as he turned.

The first shot used a heavier bullet, while the second shot produced a noticeably smaller bullet dot. Of course, this wasn't something the naked eye could discern; the second bullet dot caught the first bullet, which then exploded in mid-air with a bang, scattering into two streams amidst sparks. The second bullet, however, was deflected by the recoil and shot towards three different White Walkers.

The three-headed White Walker had no time to react at close to medium range. One head was shot through the heart, and the other head was instantly split open. The other head was luckier, turning its blade and forcibly twisting its wrist to block the shrapnel.

The fourth warrior had already swung his sword horizontally. The slashes of the three warriors in front had forced Jin Ziyue into a corner. With walls on both sides behind him, he was squeezed into the corner and had no room to dodge as the fourth warrior swung his sword horizontally!

The fifth samurai was the one who was hit in the palm at the beginning. His right hand was temporarily unable to hold the sword, and his left hand continued to thrust the sword.

He cannot jump; once airborne, he will only face relentless suppression.

(End of this chapter)