Xue Tu’s body spun abruptly, his eyes fixed on the edge of the distant woods.
“They’re here.”
Xue Tu’s gaze sharpened, and the next moment, he moved to his right.
A whistling rocket launcher, trailing flames, slammed into the concrete behind Xue Tu.
*Boom.*
With a loud explosion, the remaining five members of the Hidden Blades understood that their opponent had finally made their move.
“What the hell’s going on?”
Liu Junjiang, who had just entered the room, stumbled in fright.
He had barely crossed the threshold when a muffled sound came from outside. Who wouldn’t be scared?
Fortunately, the concrete of the Jinchuan Private Club was thick enough, and the soundproofing good enough.
Otherwise, Liu Junjiang reckoned he would have wet himself.
“It must be…” Huang Shan seemed unfazed.
“Something probably fell on the ground outside.”
“Huh? Uncle Huang, are you kidding me? What could make such a big noise?”
“Shut your mouth, brat,” Liu Wen paid no attention to what was happening outside, his focus solely on the situation inside Tingyu Pavilion.
“Dallying around like a woman, hurry up.”
“Oh.”
Seeing his father speak, Liu Junjiang quickly followed.
There was no other choice. The ruthless person at the door said it would only take half an hour, and he still wanted to enjoy himself. How could it be over so soon? He himself would at least take an hour and a half.
Otherwise, it would really be a wasted trip. He had to get revenge for his hands!
Outside, gunfire raged.
“Blood Thorn, find their positions.”
“Boss, there are two in the backyard, and it looks like four at the front gate.”
“Damn it, a bunch of bastards! They even brought rocket launchers!”
Xue Ling cursed angrily, but his feet didn’t dare to slow down.
They were martial artists, no doubt, possessing innate strength.
But what kind of Hua Jin martial artist could withstand a rocket launcher barrage? Especially from two hundred meters away. How could they possibly defend themselves?
Even he, a peak Xiantian, half a step into Hua Jin, could only exert himself for twenty meters at a distance, and then he would be exhausted.
At such a distance, they could only be beaten.
“Say less,” Xue Tu appeared calm and collected, moving nimbly.
“Their target is the one inside. They will definitely come, so don’t falter when the time comes.”
“Damn it, when those bastards come, I’ll show them why the flowers are so red.”
“Blood Annihilation,” Xue Tu glanced towards the northwest.
“What’s the situation?”
“Mind your own business.”
“Tch, still playing tough.”
Xue Ling got an opening and spat disdainfully.
The next second, a crater appeared at his feet.
“Chad, we’ve established fire superiority. Requesting to proceed to the next phase.”
“Roger that, Gina. Proceed with the advance. Bobby, provide covering fire and maintain suppression.”
“Don’t worry, Chad. I’ll make these yellow monkeys unable to lift their heads.”
Under the cover of Chad’s Barrett and Bobby’s Gatling, the four moved quickly through the woods, using the darkness to approach the Jinchuan Private Club.
“Look, they’re delivering themselves.”
Although their internal energy couldn’t reach that far, Xue Tu, a peak Xiantian, only half a step away from Hua Jin, could sense the movements of these mercenaries.
“Attack!”
Xue Tu gave the order.
Xue Tu, Xue Ling, and Xue Mie, like three arrows loosed from a bow, shot out.
“Fire!”
Chad, in the distant woods, holding his anti-materiel sniper rifle, shouted as he watched the figures disappear from his scope.
The speed of his scope movement couldn’t keep up with these three Dragon Country martial artists!
“Holy crap, so fast, how can I aim?”
Chad quickly adjusted. After all, he was a former US special forces soldier with top-tier sniping skills. Even without a target in his scope, he fired continuously based on prediction.
He pulled the trigger, then cycled the bolt.
*Clang, clang, clang.*
Several gunshots rang out under the dark, windy sky, like thunder on flat ground.
The close-quarters combat was imminent.