Under One Person: Rebuilding the Glory of the Beast Master

Chapter 67 Big-Headed Doll

Their plan was meticulous, but unfortunately, a traitor appeared in the team, and they were ambushed as soon as they reached the outskirts of the villa where the two gentlemen were being held.

All actions were entirely within the enemy's expectations, but the first wave of attacks resulted in heavy losses, making it impossible to organize any effective operations, let alone complete a rescue operation.

The enemy was not only the French Concession police and Japanese personnel, but also at least ten extraordinary individuals, which was the main reason for their failure.

"Monkey King—Monkey King blocked the back alley all by himself to cover our retreat." Old Wei's voice trembled. "He told me to take the men and leave, while he stayed behind. I heard gunshots behind me for a long time, and then I heard a scream—"

He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was already quite clear.

Zeng Su was silent for a moment, then asked, "Where are the two gentlemen?"

"I don't know." Old Wei shook his head. "We were driven back before we could even get into the mansion. Dali led a team around from the east, but I'm not sure if he succeeded. Later, the gunfire was so chaotic that we were scattered."

He paused, then grabbed Zeng Su's sleeve: "You should leave quickly! There are too many of them, and they have a lot of guns. There are also people from Quanxing and Tangmen. You can't handle them all by yourself."

"Tang Clan?" Zeng Su's brows twitched slightly.

"Yes, the Tang Clan," Old Wei said, panting. "I saw it with my own eyes. A person dressed in black emerged from the shadows in the corner."

He emerged, severed Old Zhou's trachea with a single stroke, and then vanished into the shadows—that was undoubtedly a Tang Clan technique.

Old Zhou was Monkey's most capable gunman, having followed him for over a decade. His skills were almost on par with Monkey's, making him practically his apprentice. Before he could even react, his throat was slit.

Zeng Su stood up from the ground. To be honest, he felt a little uncomfortable when he heard the words "Tang Clan".

He remembered Du Fusong and Tang Tongbi, the couple he had met on the train.

The Battle of Mianshan is truly admirable; every person who sacrificed their life there can be called a national hero and is worthy of respect.

In his previous life, even though he knew it was a scene from a comic, he couldn't help but shed tears. Now, in the world of Under One Person, he has a good impression of the Tang Sect.

However, this has not happened yet. The Tang Clan is a notorious assassination organization that does not care about morality. As long as someone places a mission and pays the fee, they will send people to intercept and kill the target, and they will not stop until the target is dead.

This is clearly exemplified in Tang Bingwen, the leader of the Tang Clan. Tang Bingwen once accepted a mission, and his target had the opportunity to kill him several times, but in the end, the target let Tang Bingwen go. However, Tang Bingwen did not let the target go and endured until he completed the mission.

This means that once members of the Tang Clan accept a mission, regardless of who the target is or what happens during the mission, they have only one goal: to complete the mission.

"Hoo~~" Zeng Su took a deep breath. This was reality. And he wouldn't hold back against any enemy.

"Old Wei," he began, "are those two gentlemen worth saving?"

Old Wei was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Zeng Su suddenly asked that question.

"It's worth it." But he didn't hesitate and immediately said, "Mr. Zhou and Mr. Chen are very talented people. I heard from Boss Zhang that the two of them are worth an entire division of the army. With their help, we might be able to change the situation where foreigners are riding on our heads and bullying us."

"I'm not very educated, nor am I a particularly good person, but sometimes I do want to do good deeds, like killing the Quanxing gang, or doing this. This time, I truly came here willingly."

Zeng Su glanced at him and nodded.

"That's fine then."

He turned and walked towards the alley entrance.

"Mr. Zeng!" Old Wei called from behind, "Are you going to your death alone?"

Zeng Su did not turn around, but simply raised his hand and waved towards the sky.

A silver-blue figure silently streaked across the night sky; Feipeng was the first to fly towards the target location.

Then he patted the wooden plaque at his waist.

A flash of white light, and the massive white and black body appeared at the alley entrance. The behemoth, weighing over a thousand kilograms, stood steadily on the bluestone road, its four hooves pounding the ground with a dull "thud".

Moonlight shone on it, and steel-like energy flowed across its surface, giving its fur a cold, metallic sheen.

It tilted its head and glanced at Zeng Su, letting out a low groan.

"Hmph." (Fighting)

Old Wei leaned against the wall, staring at Bai Jiahei with wide eyes. He had now guessed Zeng Su's identity: Zeng Su, the number one beast master in the world, a top disciple of the Sanyi Sect, and a young hero.

Zeng Su's name has spread widely in the world of supernatural beings. Anyone who knows even a little about the world of supernatural beings has heard of Zeng Su, especially his two beasts, a strange beast pig and a strange beast eagle, which are even more widely known.

The profession of "Beast Master" was also brought up, but after investigation, it was discovered that the strong one was not the Beast Master, but Zeng Su.

However, legends are just legends, and what you see with your own eyes is completely different.

Zeng Su climbed onto the white and black back and patted its neck.

"Let's go pick them up."

The white and black steed galloped away, carrying Zeng Su towards the direction from which the gunshots came.

Old Wei leaned against the wall, watching the two figures disappear into the alleyway, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

He took out another packet of medicine and swallowed it. Then he propped himself up and quickly left. He didn't want to lose his life here. He had done everything he could. He would leave the rest to fate.

The night wind blew in from the alley entrance, carrying the smell of gunpowder and blood.

In the distance, the gunfire had almost subsided.

The area around the villa has become a battlefield.

Old Wei's men were either dead or had fled, and now only a few remained, squeezed into a dead-end alley east of the villa, barely holding on against a few walls and a pile of debris.

If this weren't the French Concession, those who were besieging the area would have already brought in artillery, and a few shots would have killed them all on the spot.

The French Concession police were alright; although there were many of them, their marksmanship was mediocre, and they were also very cowardly. After several of them died, they didn't dare to charge forward. The real danger came from those outsiders.

The Quanxing members are ruthless and don't care about rules at all. They use deadly moves whenever they strike. One Quanxing member went berserk and even killed his own people. Several French police officers and Japanese died at his hands.

What's most terrifying are those men in black, who appear and disappear like ghosts, emerging from the shadows, climbing over walls, or popping out from underground. You never know which direction the next blow will come from, and by the time you realize it, you're already dead.

Dali leaned against the wall, holding a Mauser pistol with an empty magazine, panting heavily.

He had been shot in the left shoulder, the bullet still lodged in the bone, and every breath he took caused him excruciating pain, breaking out in a cold sweat. Only three people remained with him; everyone else, including Monkey King, was dead.

"Brother Dali, are we going to die here?" a young man next to him asked, his voice trembling, and the gun in his hand was also shaking.

Dali didn't answer; there was no point in saying anything now. He could only grit his teeth, eject the empty magazine, pull out the last magazine from his pocket, insert it, and pull the bolt.

"We'll hold on as long as we can," he said. "In our line of work, it's fate where we die. But before we die, we'll take as many people down with us as possible."

The young man swallowed hard and gripped his gun tightly, as did the other two.

Just then, footsteps came from the alley entrance.

The footsteps were neither hurried nor slow, carrying a leisurely rhythm, as if they were taking a stroll.

Dali's heart sank.

He peeked out, then pulled back in, his face turning ashen.

"Damn it," he cursed.

Three people appeared at the alley entrance.

Leading the way was a thin man with an unusually large head, looking like a bobblehead. He wore a black short jacket and carried a boning knife.

The other was a tall, muscular man with only one eye, and a woman with curly hair wearing a jacket.

"Oh dear, there are four chicks hiding here!" said the big-headed doll that was in the lead.

"Hurry up and finish this! This little thing has wasted so much of my time. Only that old monkey was somewhat interesting." The one-eyed strong man said unhappily. He thought he could find a few opponents to have some fun this time, but this was all he got.

The other woman with curly hair frowned, clearly displeased. "You two are always like this, talking so much before you even start a fight. You're likely to end up getting yourself into trouble."

The three of them continued their conversation, completely ignoring Dali and his group of four.

Dali looked at the three men but didn't dare to pull the trigger, because he knew he only had one chance. Once he fired, he would die here regardless of whether it worked or not.

"Die!"

Suddenly, the young man following Dali shouted, raised his gun, and fired two shots at the largest, one-eyed man.

The one-eyed, burly man displayed a speed that belied his size, dodging to the right and the bullet struck the wall beside him.

"quick!"

Without thinking, Dali roared and tried to pull the trigger, but the next moment a warm liquid splashed onto his face.

He instinctively turned his head and saw the head of the young man who had just been talking to him fly off, and bright red blood gushed out from his severed neck like a fountain.

In his world, only a pair of crimson eyes remained, and the gun in his hand dropped to the ground. The other two people stood there blankly, their eyes wide open.

【Bloodthirsty Demonic Art】This is a demonic art with a long history. It can be traced back to a superhuman named Vampire Bat King in the Ming Dynasty. He was wanted by the righteous path throughout the superhuman world, but he has reappeared now.

The big-headed doll's eyes are like a pair of red light bulbs, which can even illuminate the surrounding environment in the dark alley at night.

He killed one person, and three others fell into the Blood Fear. Anyone with a weak will or lower cultivation level than him would be bewitched by the Blood Fear.

So when Big Head Doll said that Dali and the other three were little chicks, he wasn't using a metaphor, but stating a fact.

In his presence, ordinary people are like chicks, easily slaughtered and completely powerless to resist.

The one-eyed burly man and the curly-haired woman took a few steps back, because they knew very well that once their companion started killing, he was hard to stop. If they hadn't stopped him, who knows how many French police officers and Japanese would have died.

Although the French and Japanese are gone once they die, it's not easy to collect their compensation if too many people die.

"Big Head Ghost, how many times a day do you go into a berserk state? If you can't control yourself, I don't want to team up with you anymore. You're like a madman." The one-eyed strongman said with his hands clasped together. He really wanted to do that. An uncontrollable companion was too dangerous.

Of course, it cannot be denied that Big Head Ghost is really strong. He has saved them from danger several times. Otherwise, the team would have fallen apart long ago.

Perhaps upon hearing the one-eyed strongman's words, Big-Headed Ghost closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes had returned to that bewildered and foolish state.

"I can't help it, I've tried my best to control myself, but I still can't help it when I see blood." Big-Headed Ghost said with a grin, and touched the few remaining hairs on his head with his blood-stained hands.

"In that case, you don't need to do anything today. Let me handle the remaining three." The curly-haired woman shook her head and said, then took out a long whip from her waist, with wire attached, and walked towards the three people who were still controlled by the Blood Fear.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the fates of these three are already sealed.

But suddenly, the one-eyed burly man turned to the right, his qi surging, and the phantom of a tiger appeared on his body.

"Boom!"

With a loud crash, the stone wall in front of the one-eyed giant broke open, and a huge figure emerged from behind it, slamming into him.

This is exactly what "white plus black" means.

The moment Baijiahei crashed through the wall, rubble flew like cannonballs.

The one-eyed strongman was Tiehu, a successor of Tiger Form Fist. He had practiced this skill for more than 30 years and had already reached the level of "Tiger Form Transformation into Qi".

For ordinary people to fight against him, the sheer ferocity emanating from him would be enough to give them a hard time.

But at this moment, only horror filled Tiehu's eyes.

The massive body of Bai Jiahei burst forth from the rubble, its fangs like blades, and steel-attribute energy condensed on its body into a semi-transparent heavy armor. The force of its over 1,000-pound body combined with its charging speed was beyond description as a mere "impact"—it was a "bombardment."

Tie Hu had no time to dodge. He could only channel all his life's energy into his arms.

Tiger-shaped Qi condensed into a phantom image of a striped tiger in front of him, and the tiger opened its blood-red maw to meet Bai Jiahei.

A fierce tiger versus a steel pig.

"boom!"

The impact reverberated through the alley, causing plaster to fall from the walls on both sides. Tie Hu felt as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding train; an immense force pierced through his tiger-shaped qi, rushing straight to his internal organs, and bones began to break from his arms.

He was sent flying backward, crashing through a brick wall behind him and into a storage room filled with miscellaneous items. Bricks...

Wood and dust rained down on him, burying him in a pile of rubble.

Bai Jiahei stopped, its four hooves carving deep furrows in the cobblestone pavement. It shook its head, exhaling two puffs of hot white air from its nostrils.

"snort."

It emitted a short, nasal sound. Does it mean: That's it?