291: Chapter 291: Assassinating Queen Huo 291: Chapter 291: Assassinating Queen Huo The backseat of the private car, or rather, the entire carriage, had fallen silent.
Huo Qiuran leaned against the car window, her expression somewhat dazed, her eyes closed, her tender red lips slightly moving, muttering something inaudible.
Xiao Jianming sat on the other side, glanced at Huo Qiuran, and couldn’t help but sigh.
The recent events hung over Xiao Jianming like an unshakable gloom; he looked out the window, his thoughts drifting slowly.
Suddenly, Xiao Jianming’s heart jolted, his face returning to its usual coldness, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked toward the driver.
Something was off!
This wasn’t the way back!
“Stop the car,” Xiao Jianming commanded the driver in an undeniable tone.
But the driver ignored him, continuing to drive straight ahead on his own.
The driver’s strange behavior made Xiao Jianming fully realize that something was wrong; he slowly moved closer to Huo Qiuran, maintaining a distance that would allow him to pull her over at any moment.
“I told you to stop the car!” Xiao Jianming shouted, his eyes already showing a hint of icy murderous intent.
In the rear-view mirror, the quirky driver glanced sideways, a flash of killing intent in his eyes!
Screech!
The car suddenly braked hard; Xiao Jianming, seated in the back, immediately protected Huo Qiuran beside him but still felt dizzy from the jolt.
“Mmm!” At this moment, Huo Qiuran furrowed her brow, not yet fully awake.
The car finally stopped in the middle of a small road; on the driver’s seat, the driver’s white gloves reached for a neatly crafted small handgun.
Silently, he turned around, aiming the muzzle at Huo Qiuran beside Xiao Jianming.
The driver’s finger had already pulled the trigger, his eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light, as if he had already seen the scene of Huo Qiuran being shot in the head.
Just at this critical moment, a cold light flashed: Xiao Jianming drew the Tang Blade from behind him and shouted loudly.
The sharp blade, as if slicing through iron, directly chopped off the driver’s gun-holding hand.
“Ah!” Blood spurted from the driver’s severed arm like a fountain.
Blood flowed everywhere, painting the windshield and the driver’s area bright red.
The driver’s screams were utterly wretched; Huo Qiuran instantly woke up, her pretty face turning pale, and she instinctively looked towards Xiao Jianming.
Xiao Jianming twisted the Tang Blade in his hand across the driver’s neck, a red line gradually appearing on the other’s throat, and the screams abruptly stuck and disappeared in the carriage.
“Sister Huo, let’s go!” Xiao Jianming kicked open the car door, not hesitating at all, and quickly helped Huo Qiuran out of the car.
Huo Qiuran supported her forehead, the residual alcohol in her body still making her somewhat dazed.
Pop, pop, pop—
Just as they got out, numerous high beams shot at them from the front and rear ends of the road; Xiao Jianming instinctively stood in front of Huo Qiuran, the glaring light forcing him to shield his eyes reflexively.
Tap, tap, tap…
Dense footsteps rose in the darkness, long shadows stretching out in front of the high beams.
Before and behind them on the road, a group of black-clad, long-bladed, masked men surrounded the area.
“Katanas?” Xiao Jianming squinted, his furrowed brows deepening at the sight of the katanas in the hands of the masked men in black.
With a swish, the group of masked men placed their blades on the ground and charged uniformly towards Xiao Jianming and Huo Qiuran.
The sharp blade tips scraped the ground, instantly sparking a long trail of sparks.
The group’s speed was incredibly fast; Xiao Jianming’s expression darkened, realizing tonight’s trouble was significant, his intuition telling him that dealing with these people wouldn’t be easy.
“Sister Huo, no matter what happens later, if I tell you to go, you must leave immediately!”
Huo Qiuran’s complexion changed as she was about to say something, but then two men in black rushed towards her.
Under the beam of the headlights, two cold glimmers reflected off Xiao Jianming’s ruthless face, the exquisite patterns on his blade resembling sharp fangs.
With a thrust, Xiao Jianming twisted his wrist, his Tang Blade fast as lightning, first slicing open a man’s neck, the blade drawing a streak of blood into the air.
The next second, the blade edge turned again and chopped another shadow out of the air.
Xiao Jianming shielded Huo Qiuran behind him and slew the two men in front of them on the spot.
In the darkness of the night, blossoms of blood burst forth.
Far from being intimidated by the bloody scene, Huo Qiuran picked up a katana from the ground for self-defense.
Countless nimble figures in black flickered in the dark, Xiao Jianming immediately felt the pressure, taking Huo Qiuran and advancing, their path stained red with blood while he unavoidably suffered cuts to his shoulder and arm.
Fortunately, the wounds were not deep and did not significantly affect Xiao Jianming.
“Huo, I will help you break through in a moment.
When that happens, don’t look back, just run with all your might!”
Blade in hand, Xiao Jianming decapitated an arm which flew through the air, then he kicked a black-clothed man trying to sneak attack Huo Qiuran.
There were already more than twenty corpses on the ground, stepping on their bodies, numerous emotionless eyes set upon Xiao Jianming and Huo Qiuran.
Huo Qiuran bit her lips lightly, shook her head, and the smell of blood surged into her nostrils, spreading through her body, now completely sober.
“If we go, we go together!
If we die, we die together!”
Saying this, Huo Qiuran, with a firm grip on her blade, charged at a black-clothed man under Xiao Jianming’s astonished gaze.
“Huo!”
Xiao Jianming’s figure flashed, with a shadowy figure tightly following behind Huo Qiuran.
Clang!
The luxurious Tang Blade pointed towards the sky, the black-clad man’s wrist could not withstand Xiao Jianming’s force, his steel blade flew from his hand, and clutching his trembling wrist, he knelt on one knee to the ground.
“Blade Drawing Technique, you are from Wagokuni!”
Xiao Jianming, recognizing their identity, looked at the cold-eyed black-clad man.
With katanas, and much stronger than the average thugs of Jianghu, along with the previously used Blade Drawing Technique, these men are indeed from Wagokuni!
The black-clad man did not answer Xiao Jianming; his eyes suddenly filled with killing intent, like a venomous snake, he shot up from the ground, his hand shaped like a blade edge aiming for Huo Qiuran’s back.
“Madman!” A flash of anger crossed Xiao Jianming’s eyes, the black-clothed man was fast, but at this moment, he was faster.
With a flash of cold light, the black-clothed man was immediately split at the waist, his blood spraying wildly like a kite with its string cut, plummeting to either side.
The thick blood flowed down the blade, as he stood close to Huo Qiuran, warily watching this group of black-clothed men.
Perhaps the blood in the air had aroused these black-clothed men’s ferocity; their eyes changed from previously cold to now utterly crazed.
“A bunch of madmen!”
Xiao Jianming was mistaken, there was not just one madman here, but a whole group of them.
Clap clap clap clap!
Just as Xiao Jianming thought this group of black-clothed men would launch their final attack, clapping came from behind them.
The black-clothed men very tacitly put down their blades, parting a path, as a bald man with a sinister snake tattoo on his head stepped forward from their midst.
“Queen Huo, long time no see!”
This bald man with the sinister snake tattoo stared at Huo Qiuran, sneering.