Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 629 A Glimmer of Hope Just Around the Corner

At this moment, the hunchbacked old man was once again awakened to the fear of being dominated by the crushed testicles!
His back tensed instantly, his hunched figure freezing into a horrified question mark.

Who is ahead? Who has become our "companion" tonight?

Then, he saw it.

Three figures.

Standing at the edge of a streetlamp, at the boundary between light and darkness, on the main road leading to the gate of the special envoy's villa.

Two of them had their backs to him, their signature black robes seemingly swallowing all light, so thick that even the night wind couldn't stir a single wrinkle.

The hem of his robe hung straight down, almost touching the ground.

"Night Watch?!"

The hunchbacked old man felt a sudden tremor in his heart.

My first thought was, why are the Night's Watchmen here? Could they also be after the parchment?
The hunched old man's steps did not stop, but they slowed down imperceptibly.

His sinister gaze passed over the shoulders of the two Night Watchmen and collided with a third gaze in mid-air—that of a man in a blood-stained white coat.

His face was covered in blood, his messy hair clung to his bruised forehead, and blood seeped from his lower body, leaving dark red stains on the ground. He looked incredibly miserable and wretched, but his eyes seemed to be shining as he looked at himself.

Why are you looking at us with such eager eyes, as if you've seen a companion or a relative?
"You look familiar, like I've seen you somewhere before?"

The hunched old man's cloudy eyes shifted slightly as he remembered—it was the monster scientist who had fought [Masked] to a standstill in the live stream recording from the sewers.

If I remember correctly, it was called Zuo Bai?

Are they here to seek revenge on [Masked]?

Good news! You should look carefully; [Masked] is definitely around here.

The hunchbacked old man immediately had the idea that "when the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits."

But the thought had barely begun to form in his mind when it was abruptly cut off by a heart-wrenching roar.

"Old Huang! Help me—!"

All of this is a long story, but in reality, from the moment the hunchbacked old man arrived on the battlefield to the moment Zuo Bai issued his earth-shattering cry for help, the entire process took no more than 0.38 seconds.

It was even shorter than the time he was frozen in place when his testicles were crushed.

All I can say is that Zuo Bai truly lives up to his reputation as a scientist; his mind works much faster than everyone else present.

Since there are people who think quickly, there must also be people who think slowly.

The slowest to turn around are, of course, the elderly.

The years have not only bent his back, but also slowed down his brain's processing speed.

"..."

The hunched old man froze, forgetting to even move his eyes. His mind went blank, filled only with the echo of the words "Old Huang".

Who is Lao Huang?
Could it be that there's someone behind me, someone named Lao Huang?!

Surely they're not calling us, are they?

But apart from watching that sewer video, I don't know Zuo Bai at all in real life, and we've never even spoken a word to each other.

He even knows our name is Xiao Jiuzi. Why does he call us Lao Huang? Just because our face is a little yellow, does he have to give himself a nickname?
And it's such a rustic nickname?!
The hunched old man's face instantly turned from a sallow yellow to a deep liver color. He opened his withered lips and replied angrily:

"Wait a minute, we..."

call--!
The words had barely left his throat when a scorching wave of air forced them back into his mouth.

Almost at the same time that Zuo Bai called out "Old Huang", the tall night watchman with his back to "Old Huang" twisted his body on the spot, and his huge black robe sleeves billowed up like the wing membrane of a bat, bringing with them a stench.

A large, fan-like hand, accompanied by a piercing shriek that seemed to tear through the air, its edge glowing with intense red light and scorching crimson, cleaved down from the sky.

Old Zhang, who was hunched over, suddenly felt a sharp pain on his cheek, as if a layer of skin had been peeled off in an instant, making his face look even more sallow.

"Tsk-!"

The cloth shoes with their multi-layered soles made a screeching sound as they rubbed against the ground.

The hunched old man used his left foot as a pivot, repeatedly tapping the ground with his right foot, and moved backward in an odd manner to dodge.

A huge, dark palm shadow, carrying a heat wave like a scorching wind.

"boom!"

The palm strike barely grazed the corner of Lao Huang's clothes before slamming heavily onto the ground.

Gravel flew everywhere like shrapnel, and a few sharp pieces grazed the hunched old man's cheeks, sending a burning stinging sensation up his temples.

"Young master is right. The Night Watchmen are indeed a bunch of fools. No wonder your numbers are dwindling and your ranks are almost wiped out."

The hunched old man smacked his lips, savoring the salty taste of the fish. All the pent-up anger that had been building up tonight was now completely reignited.

The tall Night Watchman emanated a scorching aura, and his face beneath the black mask was equally menacing.

Clearly, the hunchbacked old man's words struck a nerve with the Night's Watch.

The tall night watchman squeezed out four words through gritted teeth:

"How dare you, you're courting death!"

The hunched old man's eyes were sinister, revealing a murderous intent:
Others may fear you, the Night's Watchman, but we don't.

Whether there's a misunderstanding or not is no longer important; everything has been said in just a few words.

The hunched old man's figure suddenly slumped, his withered body arching like a mantis hunting its prey.

He slammed his forefoot into the ground, and his whole body shot out like a gray shadow.

His right hand, shaped like a mantis's claw, with his index and middle fingers like a venomous snake's tongue, ripped towards the throbbing carotid artery on the side of the Night's Watchman's neck.

Simultaneously, both elbows strike and punch in quick succession, moving left and right in a continuous barrage.

His left elbow slammed into his heart like a hammer, and before the attack was even finished, his body suddenly twisted and changed direction, while his right elbow slammed into his ribs with a whooshing sound.

The offensive was insidious and relentless, like the pervasive stench of the city below.

After only four or five exchanges, the tall night watchman's black robe was adorned with several claw marks, and shredded strips of black cloth fluttered like withered leaves in the heat.

He snorted coldly, and decided to stop dodging. He spread his arms out like iron gates to withstand the opponent's claw.

At the same time, he lowered his elbow, channeled his energy downwards, and unleashed a powerful punch from below, aimed directly at the old man's exposed ribs when he swung his claw.

Wherever the fist passed, the air was scorched and twisted into ripples.

As the force of the punch struck, the hunchbacked old man's cloudy pupils suddenly contracted.

In a flash, his elbows sank down as if weighed down by a thousand pounds, his hands sank back and grabbed the watchman's wrists with precise fingers.

Amidst the sound of tearing cloth, the old man's hunched body took advantage of the momentum and leaped into the air, hovering horizontally in mid-air.

His right leg straightened like an iron whip, sweeping towards the Night Watchman's temple. The force of his leg cleaved through the surrounding heatwave, creating a vacuum.

If that whip kick lands squarely, it would not only cleave a flesh-and-blood head, but even a mask made of cast iron would be split in two.

The tall night watchman's eyes were calm, but the muscles in his arms suddenly twisted and tightened as if they were pretzel, and he shuddered.

The hunchbacked old man's fingers went numb instantly, and he felt as if the arm he was gripping had turned into a maddening python, which he could no longer control.

His arms broke free of the restraints, and the tall night watchman took a half-step back, turning his head away as he took a deep breath, his chest expanding violently like a bellows.

The next instant, he exhaled air from both fists, and the air exploded with a cannon-like sound.

Instead, fists rained down.

"Thump thump thump—" The dull sound continued, shaking the air within a ten-meter radius like war drums.

Zuo Bai watched with trepidation. He was just a scientist; fighting was merely a side job for him, and he couldn't compare to those in other professions.

"This 'Old Huang' who suddenly appeared is so powerful, it's like heaven is helping me!"

Zuo Bai was overjoyed. Without the slightest hesitation, he suddenly turned around and prepared to flee the battlefield.

Of course, his "escape" was not a true escape.

Without [fate's] permission, how dare he leave their sight? Even if he were to die, he had to die right under their noses.

This is the most basic quality of a commodity.

Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely cannot be lost!
Therefore, Zuo Bai's escape routes were very limited, and the villa of the special envoy next door undoubtedly became his most ideal place to go at the moment.

He wanted to create some chaos or unpredictability during his escape.

Even if he didn't know what use creating chaos or variables would be, the logic of science told him that chaos and variables harbor infinite possibilities.

This is similar to conducting experiments; many experimental results are actually the result of unexpected events.

Just like the "Old Huang" who suddenly appeared to save our lives, who knows if there might be another "Old Huang" in the villa next door?

The probability might be slim, but even if things go wrong, they could still rush in and take someone hostage.

Although the Night Watchman might not care whether the hostages live or die, as long as he can distract the other party for a moment, he won't lose out.

Zuo Bai sprinted towards the main gate of the special envoy's villa, disregarding everything else.

"boom--!!!"

With a deafening roar, his bloodied, cracked fist slammed heavily against the expensive door.

The door shattered under the heavy impact, breaking into five or six pieces.

Twisted copper sheets, broken mahogany door panels, shattered door lock parts, and broken alloy hinges poured into the room like a metal storm, accompanied by a violent airflow.

The shockwave whipped up billowing smoke and dust, forming a visible, murky airwave that instantly tore the expensive carpet and decorative items in the entryway to shreds.

A jagged piece of door panel spun wildly, like a giant, unleashed blood droplet, shooting straight at the crystal chandelier hanging in the center of the living room.

"Clang—crash—!!!"

The heart-stopping cracking sound was like a sudden hailstorm.

Hundreds of crystal pendants shattered instantly, turning into a dazzling rain of glass that poured down.

The enormous gilded lamp stand groaned under its own weight, twisting and crashing onto the black and gold marble floor.

"Boom—whoosh—!!!"

Thousands of crystal fragments and glass shards exploded outwards in a radial pattern, like a magnificent storm of death.

The shattered crystals were tearing at the velvet wallpaper, antique furniture, and expensive oil paintings in the living room, creating a destructive symphony of crackling sounds wherever they went.

Another relatively small, but extremely sharp-edged triangular piece of door panel, as if drunk, drew a strange semi-circle and whistled through the restaurant's open archway.

It then smashed the glass on the side of the kitchen, and with its remaining force, it slammed hard onto the long stove in the kitchen.

A row of pots and pans simmering over a low flame were smashed, and scalding hot, milky-white broth mixed with food scraps spilled onto the table.

Zuo Bai burst through the door, his electronic eyes, flashing with a ghostly blue light, like two high-speed precision scanners, instantly taking the devastated first-floor lobby into their field of vision for analysis.

He was looking for hostages, but he was also looking for the next "Old Huang".

Then, his gaze fixed on the direction of the kitchen.

I saw a human head on the stove.

He paused for a moment, then his electronic eye rapidly moved down and spotted a headless corpse on the ground.

"So unlucky? A shard of the shattered door... sliced ​​off his head?!"

Zuo Bai didn't have time to think it through. He subconsciously thought that he had accidentally killed the person when he broke down the door, but he also vaguely felt that something was not quite right.

"Whoosh whoosh-!"

A series of sharp, piercing sounds rang out from behind, and dozens of silver rays poured down like a torrential rain, precisely targeting Zuo Bai's vital areas such as the back of his heart, neck, and back of his head.

It was Feng Yuhuai who chased after them and came in.

Without saying a word, she raised her hand and shot out dozens of silver needles.

Since the start of the battle, Feng Yuhuai has fired hundreds or even thousands of fine needles. No one knows how she carries so many silver needles with her or where she hides them.

Simply unscientific!

Zuo Bai's back muscles immediately tensed up, and as he sprinted forward, he casually tore down an oil painting from the wall to shield himself behind him.

"Boom boom boom boom—!"

Amidst the resounding impacts, the valuable oil painting was instantly riddled with holes.

Zuo Bai spun around and flung the tattered picture frame at Feng Yuhuai.

Feng Yuhuai paused slightly, frowned, and sniffed the air, as if he had caught several whiffs of late-night snacks.

It was just cooked, but no one is eating it.

That's a bit strange!

Feng Yuhuai licked his lips, temporarily suppressing his hungry appetite, and continued to pursue Zuo Bai.

In her eyes, the best late-night snack tonight can only be Zuo Bai... right?

Deng!Deng!Deng!
Zuo Bai dodged and ran quickly upstairs.

....
upstairs.

My mouth felt like it was holding a red-hot iron, burning from the tip of my tongue to the back of my throat. Every time I swallowed, it felt like swallowing a scalding razor blade.

The pain was so intense that Feng Ju's head was buzzing, his vision blurred, and everything in his field of vision was distorted into three or four double images.

A strong sense of dizziness washed over him like waves, as if he had taken several bottles of stimulant. He felt lightheaded, as if he were walking on cotton, but this was accompanied by a severe headache and nausea.

Even so, Feng Ju's mouth remained firmly locked on the corner of the gold safe, as if he were biting his own lifeline.

"Hiss... gurgle..."

In the sealed room, a faint hissing sound of corrosion could be heard.

Wisps of white smoke, carrying a pungent metallic smell, drifted out from between Feng Ju's lips, which he could not fully close.

At the corner of the gold cabinet, tiny bubbles were constantly rising from the edge of a pit about the thickness of a thumb. Under the continuous action of the "strong acid saliva," the hole was slowly expanding and sinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Feng Ju couldn't see it, but his tongue could feel the hole widening.

Tears and saliva had long since spiraled out of control, forming a thick, sticky mess on his face.

The sharp pain on the tongue indicated that the inside of the mouth was probably corroded, and might even have ulcerated and perforated.

Extreme pain and dizziness were like two nooses, tearing his nerves to the brink of collapse.

The only belief that kept him going was the faint outline of the parchment scroll visible through the hole.

Hope is in the mouth; as long as we get the parchment, all the suffering will be worth it.

"It's almost here, it's almost here! Victory is just around the corner!"

Feng Ju was experiencing both pain and joy, his bloodshot eyes filled with the light of hope.

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(End of this chapter)