Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 631 I'm a mutant? Is it my fault?!
Zuo Bai jumped out of the window and escaped, unbelievably shaking off Feng Yuhuai.

Without a second thought, he covered his groin and ran away quickly.

But with no one chasing him, he was momentarily at a loss as to where to escape to.

"Should we hide it back in the taxi trunk first?"

The moment this idea came to mind, even Zuo Bai himself was stunned.

Unbeknownst to him, that dark and cramped space had become the safest haven in his subconscious.

Zuo Bai turned his head and looked towards the road.

However, as far as the eye could see, there was no longer any "safe haven"; it had clearly been transformed into a miniature hell where flesh and steel intertwined.

Under the halo of the streetlights, two figures were locked in fierce combat, colliding, separating, and colliding again at an extremely fast speed. Each collision produced a muffled thunderous sound of flesh and bone clashing, occasionally interspersed with the ear-piercing sharp sound of metal twisting.

One of the figures, thin and hunched over, was none other than "Old Huang," the kind man who risked his life to save him; he looked quite pitiful at that moment.

The left arm, "Old Huang's" entire left forearm and hand, had vanished without a trace.

Above the elbow joint, only a gruesome break remained, with tendons and blood vessels sticking out like cables violently severed, and the stark white ulna piercing through the flesh, blood dripping in strings down the tattered sleeve.

But his remaining right claw erupted with an even more ferocious killing intent, its five fingers bent like the claws of an eagle, and its nails had somehow turned a deadly black.

Where the claw-like wind swept past, even the air was torn into visible black trails.

The tall night watchman was in no better shape; half of his black robe was soaked in blood, clinging wetly to his muscular body.

Several shocking finger holes were clearly visible on his chest, and the skin and flesh were charred and rolled up as if corroded by strong acid, with the stark white ribs faintly visible.

"Hiss."

The faint sounds, like raw meat being thrown into a pot of boiling oil, were continuously coming from deep within the several finger holes.

A sweet, fishy smell, a mixture of festering sores and the rising of deadly poison, drifted and spread through the turbulent air currents created by the two fighters' fierce battle.

Wherever the smell passed, the roadside grass quickly withered and turned black, curling up into a twisted, charred shape.

If it weren't for the extremely yang and powerful qi and blood of the "Nine Yang Crimson Skill," which could suppress and restrain the toxins from continuing to spread, he would probably have already changed his place of origin to a black man from District Seven by now.

Of course, the two looked quite miserable, and indeed they were truly miserable.

They all meet the standard of being able to catch up with Zuo Bai and become disabled.

But the worst off weren't the two of them, but the taxi sandwiched between them.

It was mercilessly torn, kneaded, and trampled by the two of them.

The car body was completely unrecognizable. The sheet metal covering it was like fish scales scraped off with a peeler, twisted, peeled off, and curled in large pieces, exposing the equally scarred steel frame underneath.

The exposed steel frame was covered with shocking claw marks, fist marks, and penetrating wounds.

All the car windows were shattered to pieces, and the seat foam, like disemboweled entrails, hung pitifully on both sides of the doors, teetering on the verge of collapse with every impact.

The most pitiful thing was the four tires; two of them were completely blown out, and the twisted rims looked like soda cans trampled by a giant elephant.
The remaining two, though barely clinging to life, were utterly withered and lifeless.

It sat slumped between the two, covered in wounds, silent and without uttering a word.

But the howling of the night wind as it swept through seemed to be its most tragic accusation against the world.

I don't know if this counts as the legendary fight between the eldest and second eldest, but the third eldest is the one who gets crushed first.

But in any case, Zuo Bai probably won't be able to return to his "safe haven".

As for the villa where taxis stop, he can't go back there either, but of course, he can't go too far away either.

Then we can only find a secluded, shady spot to hide, stop the bleeding, observe the situation, and then make further plans.

He had an idea, so he did a side roll and disappeared into the bushes nearby...

Despite the fierce battle between the hunched old man and the tall night watchman, part of his mind remained on the villa next door.

When Zuo Bai happened to break down the door and barge into the special envoy's villa, the hunchbacked old man's heart jumped into his throat.

When another night watchman (Feng Yuhuai) chased after him like a mad dog, his heart clenched so hard it almost jumped out of his throat.

He wanted to rush in with them, but the tall watchman clung to him like a persistent, insidious leech.

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged dozens of blows, their claws and fists clashing, both paying a heavy price.

The more they fought, the worse it got; the worse it got, the fiercer it became; the fiercer it became, the worse it got.

It was a lose-lose situation, a truly heated exchange.

Until the second-floor window shattered, Zuo Bai jumped out through the broken window and disappeared into the bushes.

The problem isn't that Zuo Bai came out, but that the other watchman didn't chase after him?!
The hunched old man's blood seemed to freeze, and his heart was pounding wildly against his ribs in his chest.

At that moment, the sixty-year-old man's mind raced, and he came up with the worst possible guess:

"The night watchman stopped chasing Zuo Bai and stayed in the villa because there was something more important in the villa than Zuo Bai that attracted her?"

What could possibly attract the Night's Watch to the envoy's villa?

The answer is obvious—it can only be that scroll of "The Greatest Salesman in the World".

He didn't doubt that the two men were after the sheepskin scroll when they entered the special envoy's villa, but given their destructive fighting style, it was quite possible that they might accidentally find the scroll inside.

Finished!

The parchment scroll may now be in the hands of that Night's Watchman!
No!!! That belongs to the young master; no one can take it from him!!!

Enraged, the hunchbacked old man's face twisted into a horrifying grimace, his cloudy eyes filled with spiderweb-like blood vessels, almost bursting from their sockets.

Veins bulged on his neck, and his roar, tinged with the stench of blood, sprayed out spittle.

"Get out of here, you idiot!"

He roared, channeling all his strength and boundless rage into his right leg, delivering a powerful whip kick that slammed into the dilapidated taxi.

The taxi, which was already on the verge of falling apart, was finally knocked out and exploded into pieces.

Shattered steel pipes, twisted tires, fragments of seats... disintegrated like a shower of flowers, scattering in a deafening roar, forming a mass of "corpse parts" that rained down on the tall Night Watchman.

"You think you can just leave like that? Humph, you're not getting away!"

The tall night watchman chuckled three times, and the muscles in his arms instantly swelled up again, making the crimson red under his skin even more prominent, like a red-hot iron.

Without dodging or flinching, he raised his arms high, unleashing a scorching wave of energy as he swung them down fiercely at the incoming "horde of corpses."

Boom-! ! !
Snap! Crash—!!!
The continuous explosions were deafening, accompanied by scorching heat and smoke.

When the smoke and dust cleared, only a charred pit about ten feet in diameter remained, with a pool of rotten metal mud at the bottom that was still emitting wisps of smoke and still red-hot.

Taxi's health points are zero: "..."

Inside the villa, Wu Shou, who had his mouth tightly covered, had vacant eyes and a buzzing mind: "???"

My car is gone. Am I unemployed?

Unemployment isn't scary; what's scary is that I can no longer dictate my fate!

In the distance, taking advantage of the gap when the tall night watchman was collecting the body from the taxi, the hunched old man's withered legs burst forth with astonishing speed. The soles of his cloth shoes tore through as he ran, and his withered big toe pierced through the shoe's surface.

20 meters!
15 meters!
10 meters!
9 meters!
...The distance was rapidly closing, and his left foot had already stepped onto the stone steps in front of the villa. Just one more step and he would be able to break into the special envoy's villa.

Just as the foot landed, a cold, synthesized voice came from behind my head.

"Where do you think you're going to run to?!"

The hunchbacked old man barely managed to turn half his body to the side when a tremendous force slammed into his back, sending his body flying like a sandbag being kicked away, skimming the ground and flying a considerable distance.

9 meters!
10 meters!
15 meters!
20 meters!
21 meters!
.......
Just as hard as I ran here, I can now fly back without any effort.

It was even faster and flew an extra meter, only the left and right positions were reversed.

The hunched old man used one hand to support himself as he got up, his eyes wide with fury as he looked at the villa entrance that seemed so close yet so far away.

The hunched old man felt a rush of blood to his throat!

The broken doorway resembled a gaping maw that mocked him.

Can't get in?
So close...yet so far!

Before he could catch his breath, his view was blocked by a tall night watchman, his body radiating heat, who stood between him and the villa's entrance.

This time, there was no third party between them, only the cold air and an even colder killing intent.

The hunchbacked old man's eyes seemed to blaze with fire, spitting out flames that looked ready to devour anyone who might harm him.

No, is it really that difficult for us to come down the city, kill Young Master Kuang Yan, and get a parchment scroll?
what?
Young Master Kuang Yan is dead!
Can't we still take the parchment scroll?
The worst part is that the people who stopped him were completely inexplicable! Unreasonable! Like mad dogs!
The hunched old man was going completely mad; he could no longer bear it and let out a hysterical howl:

"Aa ...

In his memory, the last time he broke down and screamed like this was when he discovered he could no longer urinate standing up.

He stared intently at the tall night watchman, raging incoherently:

"Ah ...

We don't know that treacherous scientist Zuo Bai at all, and our name isn't Lao Huang.

You idiot, have the Night's Watch's brains been eaten by dogs?
Damn it, you deserve to die, he deserves to die, and him too, ahhhhh, everyone in the lower city deserves to die ahhhhhh—"

The tall night watchman faced the hunched old man who was on the verge of madness. His black mask was like a deep well, revealing no expression.

He raised his hand and pressed it against the wound on his chest, his fingertips burning as he scooped out several pieces of rotting flesh, which he then casually tossed to the ground.
"It doesn't matter. Anyone who attacks the Night's Watch will be killed without mercy."

The synthesized voice was cold and piercing, exactly like the verdict just delivered against Zuo Bai, without any bias.

A hoarse, cold laugh escaped the hunched old man's throat:

"Zuo Bai was the one who struck first, he's the one who deserves to die! Why didn't you go after him?"

The tall night watchman shook his head, a strange seriousness creeping into his synthesized voice beneath the mask:
“Your attack caused more serious damage, you deserve to die more, and you are too emotionally agitated right now, posing a risk of distortion, so you must be dealt with first.”

If Feng Yuhuai was righteously spouting nonsense that she herself didn't believe, then the tall night watchman was solemnly stating the "justice" he was determined to uphold.

"Am I emotionally agitated? Am I abnormal?"

The hunched old man became increasingly agitated, his smile growing more distorted and sickly, a mixture of anger and laughter.

"My fault, hahahaha—, my fault?!"

His sallow face suddenly flushed with a sickly red, and the blood vessels under his skin bulged out like awakened venomous snakes, winding and protruding on the surface of his skin.

The shriveled skin could not withstand the pressure and began to crack inch by inch, oozing fine beads of blood.

The hunched back made a "crackling" sound as it straightened inch by inch.

The muscles at the broken elbow seemed to come alive, wriggling and growing wildly.

The scene resembled a real, distorted event, just as the tall Night's Watch had predicted.

"Eee-ya!!"

A shrill, inhuman scream erupted from the hunched old man's throat, and a blinding crimson light gushed from every pore of his body.

The wrinkles on his face grew wildly, but his body seemed to be rejuvenated, his muscles became full and plump, and his speed and strength were increasing steadily.

He wasn't using Xiao Liu's Blood Burning Technique, but rather an advanced version of the Soul Burning Technique that even Xiao Liu hadn't mastered.

With greater power comes more side effects.

The hunched old man, no… the upright old man Xiao Jiuzi, suddenly transformed into a blood-red afterimage, tearing through the air as he fiercely pounced on the tall night watchman.

Wherever it passed, the bricks and stones on the ground crumbled and were crushed into dust by the surging, outward-flowing qi and blood.

It should be noted that the next step beyond the outward projection of Qi and blood is the creation of Gang Qi!
Gang Qi is the mark of a seventh-rank martial artist, and a very small number of exceptionally talented sixth-rank peak martial artists may be able to condense Gang Qi ahead of time.

Xiao Jiuzi wielded his single arm, his afterimages forming a blood-red curtain.

With a flick of the wrists, the foul-smelling poisonous fog solidified into a tangible substance, colliding violently with the tall, red-hot iron fist of the Night Watchman.

"boom!!!"

The moment fists and claws clashed, the poisonous mist and heat eroded each other, producing a hissing sound that made one's teeth ache.

The airflow at the center of the collision was forcibly compressed into visible blood-red ripples that exploded outwards.

....
Meanwhile, Zuo Bai, clutching his bleeding crotch, stealthily made his way through the dark grass.

In the distance behind, the howls of "Old Huang," filled with resentment, frustration, and impotent rage, would occasionally drift over.

The voice was clearly hoarse and unpleasant, yet inexplicably pleasant and captivating.

As he listened, the pain in Zuo Bai's groin seemed to lessen, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up into a barely perceptible arc.

He's been having a really bad run of luck lately, with one misfortune after another.

It's all tears when I talk about it; in short, it's a truly "horrific" tragedy.

Therefore, he has been feeling very depressed and down lately.

However, at this moment, listening to "Old Huang's" hysterical howling, Zuo Bai suddenly felt that he was... not so bad after all?

My mood has improved a little bit.

This is an extremely subtle, even somewhat unethical, psychological state.

It's like someone who's fallen into a mud pit seeing someone else who's fallen into a latrine, covered in filth and cursing loudly. Even if their own situation doesn't improve, their mood will inexplicably improve, and they might even find themselves smiling.

However, if that person was pushed into the latrine by their own hands, the happiness they would experience would probably be more than ten times greater.

Zuo Bai is in this kind of mentality now.

What's more intriguing is that "Old Huang" fell into misfortune because he saved him.

According to the law of conservation of misfortune, does that mean that "Old Huang" absorbed the misfortune from him?

In other words, his bad luck has decreased!
"Could it be."

Zuo Bai's eyes lit up slightly, and he muttered to himself,
"Is my luck about to change for the better?"

(End of this chapter)