Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 628 Have you ever heard the sound of "plop"?

Feng Yuhuai's breath hitched, the coils in her pupils spun wildly, and she let out a cold laugh.

"I do not know what you're talking about?"

Just as Zuo Bai was surprised that the Night Watchman would attack him without provocation, Feng Yuhuai was also surprised that Zuo Bai not only dared to resist, but also recognized him.

Is the Night's Watch skin's camouflage effect too weak, or is the Night's Watch's intimidation factor insufficient?!
Feng Yuhuai reacted very quickly; naturally, she would not admit to Zuo Bai's slander.

Who is Feng Yuhuai? She's never heard of that name before!
In a flash, she used her amazing waist strength to suddenly bend backward, bending like a willow branch into a dangerous zigzag line.

The stark white bone blade grazed the mask, tearing several grotesque rips in the black robe, extending from the neck down to the chest.

Chi la——

The black robe tore open in several places, and strips of black cloth fluttered in the air, like withered crow feathers drifting backward in the wind.

Feng Yuhuai wiped the blood that was spreading down her neck and, without hesitation, turned around and rushed towards Zuo Bai again.

She stepped on both feet, and her whole body soared into the air, twisting her waist in mid-air, and then flicked her five fingers sharply.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Hundreds of silver needles shot out, the red threads wrapped around their ends twisting wildly in the air.

In the blink of an eye, the slender red thread had twisted into a scarlet whip as thick as a bowl, while the needle tip twisted and merged, transforming into a hideous barb.

The long whip lashed down through the air like a giant scorpion whipping its tail; even before the fierce wind arrived, its chilling sharpness already stung the skin.

Feng Yuhuai shouted sternly, "Zuo Bai, you resisted arrest and attacked the night watchmen. Now you are guilty of two crimes, and your death is compounded!"

Zuo Bai sneered: "If you're so capable, try killing me twice!"

He grabbed the tail hook with his left hand, and a thick layer of flesh was immediately scraped off his palm.

He had already weakened his pain response; his bloodied palm gripped the scorpion's stinger like an iron clamp, letting the barb dig deep into his metacarpal bone.

He reached back and pulled, and the blood-stained whip was wrapped around his arm.

"Come here!"

With a roar, Zuo Bai lowered his waist, but instead of being whipped away, he used the barbed hook as a fulcrum and pulled himself hard.

An overwhelming force surged along the scarlet whip, heading straight for Feng Yuhuai's palm.

She felt a fierce pulling force coming from the whip, and her body immediately lost control and fell.

In mid-air, she twisted her waist, bent her legs, and pressed her knees together, combining all her strength with the momentum of her fall.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The series of leg kicks were like heavy hammers, accompanied by a deafening roar as they tore through the air, viciously aimed at Zuo Bai's temples, face, and throat!
At the same time, she turned to her fellow Night's Watch members behind her and made a righteous plea for help:

"The criminal is violently resisting arrest, help me!"

Feng Yuhuai wouldn't be so foolish as to engage in a 1v1 duel with Zuo Bai.

What is justice?
Power is justice.

But if power cannot directly subdue the villains, then the only option is to gang up on them with justice!

Going it alone is never an option for justice or power!

Behind him, the tall night watchman silently observed, listening to the newcomer's domineering law enforcement philosophy. Beneath his black mask, his eyes twitched almost imperceptibly a few times.

He felt like he was getting old and couldn't keep up with the times.

So, the law enforcement concepts of new recruits are already this advanced?

He stood there motionless, his mind reeling. This new Night's Watchman was completely different from all the Night's Watchmen he had ever worked with before.

Although he didn't quite agree with the other party's law enforcement philosophy, as a fellow Night's Watchman, one of the other party's remarks resonated with him.

He slowly raised his hand, his knuckles tightening, and clenched the blood-stained black cloth strip that had drifted before his eyes into his palm. His synthesized voice instantly took on a murderous intent born of hatred for evil.
"To attack the Night's Watch is a capital offense!"

At this point, it no longer matters why his companions tried to convict Zuo Bai, or why the latter resisted arrest.

The important thing is that Zuo Bai dared to fight back, and for this alone, he is already guilty beyond redemption.

The tall night watchman's chest heaved, and with each breath, scalding white mist spewed from the exhaust vents of his metal visor.

The intense energy of the Nine Yang Crimson Technique surged through his meridians, causing his already tall body to grow even larger.

His muscles, bulging like giant steel pythons, stretched his black robe so tight it seemed about to burst, and his body beneath the fabric radiated a scorching heat like a furnace.

As he took his first step, the solid ground collapsed the instant his foot touched the ground.

Spiderweb-like cracks spread rapidly from the point of impact, and amidst the flying debris, a shockwave carrying dust and mist suddenly exploded, producing a muffled boom that echoed through the air.

"PONG!"

A scorching pressure, like an eruption of lava, pressed down on Zuo Bai as if it were a tangible force.

Zuo Bai, who was fully engaged in dealing with Feng Yuhuai's scorpion tail whip and series of kicks, suddenly had his electronic eye burst out with a blinding red light.

Dangerous!
A deadly danger!
Zuo Bai felt a wave of heat suddenly approaching. At the critical moment, he forcibly twisted his body and stopped his retaliatory movement that was originally aimed at Feng Yuhuai.

He had no choice but to release his grip, raise his elbow horizontally, and slam it hard in the direction from which the heat wave was coming.

The two exchanged elbows and palms, their muscles and bones colliding, producing a dull thud.

Zuo Bai appears no different from an ordinary person, but in reality, more than 90% of his bones have been replaced by high-strength nano-alloys. Combined with a sophisticated hydraulic transmission system, the explosive power of his single arm is enough to overturn an armored vehicle weighing several tons.

The tall Night Watchman, on the other hand, was a veteran Night Watchman who had cultivated the Nine Yang Crimson Technique for decades. His strength was unparalleled and inexhaustible.

"Clap clap clap clap clap clap..."

The sounds of collisions exploded in rapid succession, like a sudden downpour striking a tin roof, with a continuous metallic tremor reverberating in the air.

While the two were exchanging punches, Feng Yuhuai, the instigator, was not idle.

She crouched low to the ground, rolling and tumbling, her waist twisting like a serpent as she slithered rapidly along the ground.

Her movements were so fast that they left afterimages. In the blink of an eye, she had flashed behind Zuo Bai and landed a solid palm strike on Zuo Bai's back.

Completely different from the fierce and powerful style of "Nine Yang Red Skill", the internal energy generated by "Sunflower Manual" is not domineering, but it is extremely insidious. The palm force can easily penetrate the skin, flesh and bones and seep into the internal organs.

"Well--!"

Zuo Bai's body shuddered violently, and a metallic taste filled his mouth. The enormous impact propelled him forward half a step, and the nanobots inside his body died in swathes.

Zuo Bai was struck hard in the back. Before he could even finish his groan, he retaliated with a backhand palm strike.

But just as his arm was halfway through its swing, he quickly changed his move and blocked in front of him again.

The tall Night Watchman's claws were already at the edge, their palms hollow, as if he were grasping two invisible wisps of air.

The invisible air swirled wildly, collapsing and converging towards the palms, emitting a sharp hissing sound from the writhing muscles.

It felt as if a giant python was writhing in his palm, as if it wanted to crush everything for him.

Two dragons coiling around a pearl!

A deadly move from the Nine Yang Red Skill.

Zuo Bai forcefully stopped his sweeping arms, and his electronic eyes rapidly contracted their irises, calculating the weakest point of the opponent's palms' power in a fraction of a second.

Then, with both arms outstretched, he gritted his teeth and charged forward to meet the attack head-on.

The four fists collided violently in mid-air, producing a deafening roar.

Zuo Baiji's nano-bone claws shattered instantly, and the Night Watchman's fiery blood and qi invaded his bones like magma.

"Sizzle!" A piercing burning sound accompanied by acrid white smoke rose up. His arms trembled violently, and his stark white alloy bones were scorched red, with even lava-like cracks appearing on the surface.

Seeing that Zuo Bai's arms had been broken, Feng Yuhuai let out a mocking laugh from behind his black mask.

Individual combat has been phased out; now, when people fight to the death, it's all about which side is justice on.

Clearly, justice lies with the majority.

So what if I can't beat you? I just need to call for backup!

Feng Yuhuai lunged forward, her movements faster, more vicious, and more cunning this time!

Instead of a direct, forceful attack, the strategy was to exploit the fatal gap left by Zuo Bai's weakened state—his arms were injured and he was unable to effectively protect his lower body—and to choose an angle to cut in.

Her goal was so clear it was outrageous, and so insidious it was chilling!
—Left White's crotch!

"Die!" Feng Yuhuai's fierce shout carried a cruel pleasure.

Zuo Bai instinctively tried to close his thighs and squeeze his crotch, but he was too late. He felt a chill run down his spine.

“Crack!”

The sound of an egg breaking is crisp and pleasant.

"Ugh... Ahh ...

A grotesque scream suddenly erupted from Zuo Bai's throat. The pain and anger contained in that sound were enough to make anyone who heard it shudder and tremble.

Even though the nerve conduction of pain had been suppressed, Zuo Bai was still in so much pain that he almost fainted.

His eyes were bloodshot and bulging as he watched Feng Yuhuai clench and pull at his crotch with his five fingers, then throw it away with disgust as if discarding some filthy garbage.

"Pfft—!"

Two bloody, smooth, round objects slipped from her fingers, spraying viscous egg liquid in the air before finally shattering with two "splats."

Instantly, an indescribable scent of life filled the air.

The whole process takes about 0.5 seconds.

Zuo Bai stood motionless in place, held in place for 0.5 seconds.

The tall night watchman also stood frozen in place, a tremor stemming from his male instincts causing him to freeze for exactly 0.5 seconds.

With a single strike, Feng Yuhuai simultaneously controlled both the enemy and his ally, causing them to freeze in a bizarre, synchronized state.

0.5 seconds later.

The tall night watchman subconsciously brought his legs together, and looked at Zuo Bai with a hint of pity in his eyes.

After regaining his senses, he tucked his fingers inward, stretched out his long arms, and fiercely clamped them together at Zuo Bai's head, his palms clasping together in mid-air.

This time it's a solid shot...

Then the small end is broken, and the big end is broken.

Zuo Bai's head jerked back sharply, and he fell backward, half-covered in blood.

Just as he was about to fall and crash into the villa filled with renovation materials, he braced himself on the ground with his cracked arms and forcibly changed direction in mid-air.

[Destiny] is hidden in the house.

Others may die, eggs may break, but one must never expose one's fate because of oneself.

This is Zuo Bai's bottom line. He is really too... loyal!
The sight caused the people inside the villa to gape slightly, and their eyes involuntarily welled up with tears.

If a man still remembers to protect you even when his balls are broken, then he must love you terribly.

左白他成功了，至少这一秒，103小队对左白的好感度在+1+1+1+1……

With a twist of his wrist, Zuo Bai tumbled and flew out, skimming the ground.

He scrambled to his feet with a lazy roll, revealing a wet, red patch in his groin, which felt cool to the touch.

He glared at the two Night's Watchmen, baring his teeth, without a trace of fear in his eyes, nor any intention of running away.

Because he no longer has the small head below, his mind is clearer than ever before, and the speed at which the intracranial chip operates has reached its limit.

"My blood won't be shed in vain. The more miserable I appear now, the more blood I bleed, the greater my chances of survival in the future."

He was silently calculating in his mind:

"For every additional 100cc of blood lost, the chance of survival increases by about 0.4%, provided that I don't actually get killed by those two Night's Watchmen."

Zuo Bai raised his hand to wipe the blood from his face, staring at the two night watchmen with a complicated expression.

He could understand Feng Yuhuai attacking him, as it was a matter of personal revenge, but why did the night watchman next to him also attack him?

What puzzled him even more was how Feng Yuhuai, who was clearly a parasitic entity of the evil ritual, managed to infiltrate the Night Watch organization.

Zuo Bai calmed himself down and stopped his pointless thinking.

He watched coldly as the two Night's Watchmen approached from the left and right, a mocking smile suddenly appearing on his lips:

"Ha, what a clever scheme of mutual protection between the two sides!"

He paused, the electronic eye zooming in and out, and said meaningfully:
"However, you're not the only ones with accomplices, I have mine too!"

His eyes flashed with a cold blue light as he roared at the hunched figure that suddenly emerged from the darkness:

"Old Huang, help me!!!"

.........

The hunched old man moved like a ghost towards the special envoy's villa.

The wind rushed into his large, old cloth shirt, making a whistling sound. His sallow face was stretched by the airflow as he moved at high speed, looking just like a piece of dried tree bark.

Although he moved quickly, he remained on edge, his eyes scanning the roadside bushes warily.

He was terrified that a masked figure would suddenly jump out of the bushes and ambush him.

After all, given [Masked]'s cunning, it's perfectly normal for him to secretly hide in the bushes like Voldemort.

However, the journey was unexpectedly calm, and the anticipated ambush did not occur.

This unusual "safety" brought no comfort whatsoever; instead, it was like a tightening noose, making Xiao Jiuzi's ominous premonition grow stronger and stronger, almost bursting out of her chest.

His premonition came true.

But instead of [the masked figure], a strange "plop" sound came.

The sound was eerie and chilling.

The hunchbacked old man had rarely heard of such a thing in his life; it had a damp, sticky, and indescribably soft and mushy feel.

Strangely, the nauseating sound evoked a vague sense of familiarity deep within his memory, as if he had heard this nightmarish sound long ago.

When exactly did I first hear that sound?

The hunched old man frowned, trying hard to recall. Suddenly, his withered lips trembled slightly, and a long-lost light flashed in his eyes.

He remembered.

That was when he was very, very young, so young that he couldn't even remember his own name.

It was probably the day he was given the name "Kojiko".

.......
(End of this chapter)