Taoist priest goes to America

Several fire sprinklers on the ceiling activated simultaneously, and white jets of water shot violently from the nozzles, instantly enveloping the room in a water curtain.

The sound of rushing water filled the entire room, splashing up a layer of white mist. The whole room felt like it was in a downpour, with visibility blurred by the water curtain and the space filled with mist.

The carpet beneath the girl's feet was charred into a black circle by the electric arc, and she stood in the center of that circle, without a single hair on her body being injured.

She walked on in the rain, her little leather boots crunching on the charred carpet, her clothes soaked through.

She stood in the center of the room, water jets pouring down on her head, soaking her dark waitress vest and white shirt. The fabric clung tightly to her body, outlining her slender yet muscular physique.

She raised her hand, pinched the brim of the hat with her fingertips, and slowly took off the hat that covered the upper half of her face, casually tossing it onto the puddle carpet.

Beneath the hat was a young girl's face, with soft features, a full forehead, and a small, round chin, exuding the approachable charm of a girl next door.

Her eyes were large, with dark, bright pupils, and water droplets clung to her eyelashes. With each blink, a small string of water droplets would roll off her eyelashes.

Her nose is delicate and straight, perfectly supporting the three-dimensionality of her profile while maintaining the youthful appearance of a little girl.

Her lips are a natural light pink, with the upper lip slightly upturned, giving off a sense of unintentional coquettishness.

Her skin, washed by cold water, was so white and tender it was almost transparent. Her cheeks were flushed with a very faint pink from the fight, making her look like a finely sculpted porcelain doll.

Her hairstyle was a mullet jellyfish head, which, after being soaked in water, clung to her face and neck in strands, making her soft little face even more adorable and cute, just like a Japanese idol who stepped out of a rain scene in a teen idol drama.

If you ignore the fact that she just used lightning to knock Li An and the two zombies away, she could easily be mistaken for a minor high school girl who wandered into the wrong room.

The contrast between the innocent face and the highly unusual identity of a professional assassin makes it difficult to immediately discern what kind of horror story this is.

The girl bowed to Ang Lee. The bow was very standard, and the posture was respectful and proper, like a waiter bowing to customers in a Japanese coffee shop.

"Hello, my name is Asakura Yuo."

"Although I'm a professional assassin, no one asked me to kill you, young man."

"So I'm very sorry for beating you up like this." Asakura Yuo smiled, her eyes curving into crescents, exuding an innocent and pure feeling, her smile was very healing.

"This young man has become quite famous in our assassin circle lately; everyone avoids him like the plague."

"But I'm different. I like challenges and dangers, so I came to your place to have some fun."

She straightened up and pulled a pistol from her clothes. Leisurely, she raised the muzzle and aimed it at the soaking wet man lying on the bed.

"It seems that although you're quite capable today, you're still far from being as good as me."

Her expression remained that innocent and harmless smile.

Li An lay face down on the bed, cold water poured over his back, flowing down his shoulder blades. The icy touch cleared his head, pulling him back from his half-dead state.

Ang Lee spat out a mouthful of blood, which sprayed onto the white bed sheet. The blood was immediately diluted by the water from the fire sprinkler, turning into a pinkish stain.

His right hand braced against the mattress, the muscles in his arm still trembling from the residual electric current, but he gritted his teeth, rolled over, and lifted his back off the bed.

The bullets that had been deflected by the electric arc were still embedded in his flesh, with a small section of molten copper protruding from the bullet tails, and the surrounding skin was charred black by the electric current.

Ang Lee glanced down, reached out and pinched the melted bullet, pulled hard, and blood gushed out immediately.

Fortunately, his physique was extraordinary. If it were an ordinary person, being hit in the chest by a melted bullet at that speed would have left them lying on the ground waiting to die.

Even he had several broken ribs, and every breath he took was painful.

Ang Lee tossed the deformed bullet aside and cursed inwardly, "What kind of heaven-defying thing is this?"

What was that lightning just now? It was electrifying, several bolts of lightning struck, carbonized flesh and tentacles, blasted the two zombies away, and even changed the direction of bullets... Did he run into the senior disciple of Maoshan? The one wearing a yellow Taoist robe, who conjured lightning out of thin air and started spouting "Nine Heavens Responding to the Origin of Thunder Universal Transformation Heavenly Venerable"?

His fingers clenched into a fist. Regardless of her origins, this lightning ability was deadly, the nemesis of all flesh-and-blood creatures and zombies, and could even be considered their stern father.

Most of his skills were completely overwhelmed by her. Judging from the exchange just now, he had no chance of winning in a head-on confrontation.

With Old White not around, that two-meter-tall white-haired giant ape is still cosplaying as a doll in Rifinelia's room; by the time it arrives, it'll be too late. Chigurh can't be relied on either; that guy's still in the back seat of his car in the parking lot.

As for the remaining two zombies, Doyle and Ren Jianhua, they were lying on the ground smoking, their mental lines broken, and they were no match for them.

He only has one trick up his sleeve.

Li An suddenly leaped out of bed, grabbed a pillow with his right hand, and hurled it hard at Asakura Yuzu's face. The white pillow, splashing water, spun through the air, momentarily obscuring her vision.

"puff."

Yuzu shot through the pillow, and feathers burst out and flew everywhere.

However, at that moment a dark figure had already slipped out from under the pillow and rushed towards her from below, taking advantage of the moment when the pillow was smashed.

At that moment, Yuzu saw a dark red suit of flesh and blood armor rushing towards her through the water curtain, crushing the shattered down feathers. The armor gleamed wetly under the rushing water, and the patterns formed by the stacked shells on the shoulders and chest were faintly visible in the water.

Yuzu's round eyes grew bigger, and a genuine expression of amazement appeared on her cute face, like a child seeing a novel toy.

"Wow!" Asakura Yuo exclaimed, watching the man in dark red armor charging towards her ignoring bullets, before decisively dropping the gun in her hand.

With a clatter, the pistol fell onto the wet carpet. At the same time, she reached behind her waist, lifted the hem of the waitress's clothes, revealing a samurai sword tied at her waist.

The knife's scabbard was matte black, and the handle was wrapped with dark red braided rope. Most noticeably, a small trigger mechanism was mounted on the side of the handle. A trigger guard, which looked like a part sawn off from a rifle, was attached to the metal grip.

She hooked her thumb around the trigger ring and then pulled hard.

"Bang!"

The blade shot out of its sheath like a bullet leaving the barrel, and Yuzuo grabbed the hilt as it emerged, drawing the sword in one smooth motion—

The moment the sword was drawn, its blade was already covered in a layer of silvery-white lightning. Arcs of electricity crackled and flickered along the back of the blade, leaping out blue sparks, transforming the katana into an electric blade that illuminated her lovely face, which was wet with water.

Her movements were fluid and graceful. She stepped forward with her right foot, lowered her body, bent her knees, twisted her waist and hips, and slid the sword out of its sheath, unleashing a standard Iaijutsu.

The blade cut through the air and rain from the lower left to the upper right, producing a piercing crackling sound.

The samurai sword pierced through Li An's body, cutting in from his right waist and out from his left shoulder, splitting him in two.