The Mad Warriors

It was originally a perfect plan. Wang Xuan thought his plan was pretty good: to pretend to be the husband of the kidnapped woman. But who knew that this woman was actually a Korean widow.

In the nursing room, five thugs were now eyeing Wang Xuan menacingly, because he was unlucky enough to run into a widow with a child. This widow, in particular, was quite something.

With his hands raised, Wang Xuan knew there was no need to pretend anymore. He put on a sunny smile and started chatting with the bandit leader: "Looks like you're from the Korean White Tiger Gang, right?" Wang Xuan's words hit the nail on the head.

The bandit leader, who had been smiling confidently, slowly darkened his face after Wang Xuan's words exposed his true intentions.

Wang Xuan was only worried about Liang Zhixia's safety; he didn't care about anything else.

The lead thug's knife tip was almost half a centimeter from Wang Xuan's eyeball. This single action terrified the single widow and Liang Zhixia behind Wang Xuan.

The two women gasped almost simultaneously, but faced with such a threat, Wang Xuan said with disdain, "I am not an official of the Chinese government. I am just here to see my wife." As he spoke, Wang Xuan turned to look at Liang Zhixia with a warm smile.

Something seemed strange at that moment. Liang Zhixia's pupils visibly contracted. This man, this man looked so familiar, so very familiar, especially that smile.

However, the thug next to Liang Zhixia suddenly raised Liang Zhixia's head with the muzzle of his gun and said, "This Chinese doctor is so ugly." He spoke in Korean, which Liang Zhixia did not understand, but Wang Xuan did.

Because of that one sentence, their lives were no longer their own.

There was once a saying in the underworld: "Why did you have to provoke that lunatic Xuanbing? Hurry up and buy a coffin."

After Wang Xuan turned his head, he slowly pushed the knife tip away with his fingers: "Eight seconds." When he said eight seconds, the gang leader had no idea what the Chinese man in front of him, whose expression had changed, meant.

Suddenly, Wang Xuan seemed to remember something, smiled slightly, and turned to the Korean widow and little girl on the other side, instructing them in Korean, "Beautiful lady, please cover your daughter's eyes." The Korean widow seemed to understand what Wang Xuan meant, and slowly covered her daughter's eyes.

Who knew that the thief operating the computer next to him would blurt out, "Ninety-five percent, done in three minutes." Wang Xuan noticed that the Korean widow's eyes and expression clearly showed a lot of resentment.

Wang Xuan, surprisingly, started doing business again, saying to the Korean widow, "Give me one million US dollars, and your things are still yours, how about it?" Wang Xuan could tell that this Korean widow was worldly-wise, as she calmly replied in this situation, "If possible, I'll give you three million US dollars."

"Deal!" Just as Wang Xuan shouted "Deal!", the bandit leader was extremely annoyed: "Did I give you face, letting you act all high and mighty?" In an instant, the tip of the knife was less than five centimeters away from Wang Xuan's throat, and life or death was only a matter of the next second.

Liang Zhixia clutched her head in terror: "Oh no, Wang Xuan!"

As Liang Zhixia shouted, the tip of the knife grazed past Wang Xuan's neck. At the same time, Wang Xuan used his left hand to spin around and wrap it around the bandit leader's right arm. Surprisingly, Wang Xuan said to the bandit leader in a very low voice, "Begin."

Click, the second hand of the clock on the wall struck its first beat. The thug at the window, having clearly seen the move Wang Xuan used, immediately shouted, "Klavmaga, hired hand!" He didn't even have time to finish his sentence.

That's right, Wang Xuan was using a self-defense technique from a certain country.

At that moment, the robber on guard by the window realized the danger and raised his assault rifle. The robber watching the door didn't turn around; he was still unaware of what was happening. The two robbers beside the computer, one continued staring at the screen, while the other similarly prepared to raise his pistol.

With a snap, the bandit leader's arm broke off, and his military knife slipped from his hand. As the bandit leader opened his mouth wide and shouted, click, the second hand on the wall ticked again.

Wang Xuan had already drawn the pistol from the bandit leader's waist with his right hand. Wang Xuan was really grateful that the bandit leader's pistol was already loaded, saving him the time of loading it himself.

Bang! With his first shot, Wang Xuan chose to kill the bandit guarding the door who had his back to him. At that moment, the military knife pierced the wooden floor and remained upright.

"Ah!" The bandit leader finally shouted. Click, the second hand of the clock on the wall jumped again; it was the third second, and Wang Xuan had killed his first person.

Bang! This shot wasn't fired by Wang Xuan, but by the one next to the window. However, it hit their own bandit leader in the ear. This was because Wang Xuan had used the bandit leader's body to shield himself from the attack while killing the bandits at the door, causing them to shoot each other.

Bang, bang! Wang Xuan fired two lightning-fast shots, killing the two thugs in front of the computer. Both were shot right between the eyebrows, as if the gun had been measured with a measuring instrument before firing.

Click, the second hand ticked again. Time seemed to move incredibly slowly; the Korean widow at the scene felt as if she were watching a slow-motion 8D movie, experiencing the hail of bullets firsthand. Three bandits were already dead. Wang Xuan, as if carrying the pitiful bandit leader in a tango, made a graceful turn, aiming his gun at the bandit at the window. The bandit's hand, however, was reaching for Liang Zhixia, seemingly intending to kidnap her.

Bang! Wang Xuan naturally wouldn't give him a chance. The bullet, as if from a first-person perspective, pierced the bandit's forehead through the window, hitting the bullseye perfectly.

Click, the second hand of the clock ticked again. Wang Xuan's left foot kicked up the military knife that was standing upright on the floor. At this moment, the bandit leader, who had been shot in the ear and had his arm broken, actually saw a smiling face. He didn't even know how to attack this smiling face.

"Seven seconds!" Wang Xuan laughed as he grabbed the suspended military knife. Only then did the bandit leader realize that the eight seconds Wang Xuan mentioned meant killing five of their former South Korean White Tiger Legion special forces soldiers within eight seconds.

Click, the second hand ticked again; it was the eighth second. In that eighth second, the bandit leader felt a chill on his neck. Wang Xuan, having already released his grip on the military knife with two fingers, left with the words, "Even if you are descendants of the universe, it's useless!" The loss of blood caused the bandit leader to slowly kneel on the ground.

Wang Xuan, unhurried, squatted down in front of the bandit leader, who was still kneeling on the ground, not quite dead yet. Wang Xuan pointed specifically at his own head: "Remember this, go down and tell King Yama that it was Death God Xuanbing who killed you." The bandit leader's eyes were filled with astonishment, and perhaps regret, before he lost his last bit of life. He regretted not checking the almanac before leaving home; who knew he would run into this idiot from the underworld.

At this moment, Wang Xuan naturally didn't notice the obvious change in the eyes of the seemingly composed and worldly-wise Korean widow. Wang Xuan went to the laptop, disconnected it, and pulled out the USB drive, presenting it to the Korean widow: "You said it, three million US dollars."

Suddenly, Liang Zhixia shouted, "Wang Xuan!"

When Wang Xuan suddenly turned around, he saw that the hand grenade in the dead bandit leader's hand, with the pin already pulled, was rolling towards Liang Zhixia.

The moment Wang Xuan saw the rolling grenade, he muttered under his breath, "Two seconds." In that instant, Wang Xuan lunged at the rolling grenade. Three seconds. The normal delay fuse of a grenade has a duration of four to five seconds, so time was of the essence.

After three shots, there was no further movement. Fearing that Wang Xuan's operation would fail, Wang He slowly approached the nursing room. His superiors' instructions were to rescue the hostages as much as possible.

Suddenly, a dark object flew out of the inpatient room and rolled to Wang He's feet. Wang He originally had almond-shaped eyes, but now they were so wide that they had double eyelids, and his eyes were enormous.

As a member of the National Security Bureau, he naturally had a rapid reaction time. Just as the grenade rolled to his feet, he kicked it with the skill of a national football team player, sending it flying into the toilet directly opposite him, and then lay down.

Boom! A deafening explosion rang out.

As Wang He scrambled to his feet, clutching his wound, he cursed, "Damn it, they even used attack grenades!" Only then did Wang He realize that Wang Xuan was already squatting beside him, staring at him with wide eyes. "What are you doing here? Did you come here to take a dump?"

Why would Wang Xuan ask that question?

The explosion had blasted a fresh pile of excrement right onto Wang He's head—it hit him precisely, with perfect accuracy.

Wang He didn't care about any of that anymore and immediately asked Wang Xuan, "How is it?" So, Wang Xuan was still alive and standing in front of him, so what could it be? But Wang Xuan, that idiot, picked his nose and said, "Are they all dead?" This sentence completely misled Wang He, who thought that all the hostages had been killed.

"You can do it!" But before Wang He could even utter the curse, he suddenly remembered that there had been a gunshot earlier, and Wang Xuan was perfectly fine right in front of him.

Afterwards, Liang Zhixia helped the Korean widow, who was holding her child, out of the nursing room.

"Don't move!"

"Don't move, police!"

The SWAT team had already advanced, creating a very tense situation. The SWAT officers were on edge. If Wang He stood up, brandished his gun, and shouted that he was from the National Security Bureau, he would likely be shot dead.

Wang He didn't move, but shouted loudly, "Safety, I'm a special agent from the Security Bureau. Safety, safety." Wang Xuan obediently squatted down next to Wang He, put his hands on his head, and shouted, "I'm an ordinary citizen who came to find my wife."

Special police officers immediately took control of Wang Xuan and Wang He, while simultaneously assisting the disheveled Liang Zhixia and the Korean widow.

But when the other SWAT officers rushed to the door of the nursing room, they all froze. They were shocked to see that there wasn't a single survivor in the nursing room.

"It was the people from the Security Bureau who saved us." Wang Xuan immediately attributed the credit to Wang He, naturally not wanting to cause trouble. Wang He rolled his eyes at Wang Xuan before pulling the poop off his head: "Should I thank you?"

"Calling Commander, the upstairs is safe. Our security team has taken care of the criminals, but one of our team members is injured and needs medical attention."

"Safety."

"Holy crap, the toilet's been blown up."

At this moment, Liang Zhixia squatted down next to Wang He and began to examine his wound: "The wound has been pierced through. I'll go get something to treat your wound."

Wang He was also surprised when he saw Liang Zhixia's profile. Pointing at Liang Zhixia's back, Wang He asked, "Her face?" Wang Xuan, who was leaning next to Wang He, shook his head helplessly and replied, "She was hit from the side by shrapnel from a grenade while trying to save me."