556: Chapter 545 556: Chapter 545 “Arrogant jerk,” Gulang muttered, then looked to a young man with long hair beside him, “Wild Wolf, I’ve got a job for you tonight.
Take out Combat Power and Zhao Yan.”
The young man standing next to Gulang exuded a peculiar aura, as his feet were pigeon-toed and his body was slightly hunched, making him seem very uncoordinated.
However, those familiar with the Wild Wolf Headquarters would definitely recognize that name.
Ranked as the fourth of the new Thirteen Grand Protectors, known as Wild Wolf, he was proficient with a US military sabre as long as his forearm.
He had once single-handedly slaughtered a mercenary squad on the African battlefield—a squad that ranked among the top fifty in the Mercenary World.
“Got it,” Wild Wolf said with a twisted smile, “Do you want their heads taken off, or them to be dismembered?”
“Up to you,” Gulang said as he extended a hand and Wild Wolf timely handed him a cigar.
Gulang put the cigar in his mouth and took a deep puff, speaking languidly, “And if you don’t find those two, Meng Ku and Li Tang will do as well.”
“Understood.” After speaking, Wild Wolf nodded to Gulang and headed outside the office.
“Song Yun, oh Song Yun, now that the dragon is trapped in shallow waters, I’ll start by clipping your wings.
Even if you manage to get out, you’ll have to start from scratch.
But…
you don’t have that time anymore.”
In the office, all that remained were the sounds of a woman’s soft moans and the flesh pounding flesh.
It was the middle of the night.
When Zhao Yan drove back to her apartment, a long-haired youth was squatting by her front door, visibly fatigued.
Zhao Yan immediately halted her action of reaching for her keys and without any hesitation, she pulled out a silenced pistol from her embrace.
Three consecutive shots were fired at the long-haired youth.
As Zhao Yan pulled out the gun, the youth had already stood up, and in the instant Zhao Yan fired, he moved and dodged the three bullets.
With a step and a tap on the ground, his body floated up lightly like a feather, before Zhao Yan could keep firing.
A shimmer of blade light flashed by.
The silencer on Zhao Yan’s gun was sliced off.
Zhao Yan’s expression didn’t change, she simply let go of the gun and with a backhanded move, she drew out a foot-long triangular military spike from behind her.
Clang.
A spark flew in the night, followed by even more sparks.
Zhao Yan, while retreating, desperately blocked the attacks of the long-haired youth!
Wild Wolf.
Zhao Yan recognized the man immediately!
He was the powerhouse ranked fourth among Wild Wolf Headquarters’ new Thirteen Grand Protectors.
Inside the Shura Alliance, there was a thick stack of information on him.
That’s why Zhao Yan had shot without hesitation—because a man appearing at her doorstep this late at night definitely was not there for a tea party.
Zhao Yan was simply someone skilled at investment, her combat power was not that high, just a bit stronger than the average person.
Therefore, compared to Wild Wolf, she was at a disadvantage, barely managing to block.
If things continued this way, it was inevitable that Zhao Yan would be cut.
She needed a change of tactics!
Zhao Yan’s eyes hardened and suddenly she kicked forward.
Naturally, Wild Wolf reached to block, but as Zhao Yan kicked, she sent a pile of sand in front—the sand, whose origin was unknown, had been there without notice.
With that kick, Zhao Yan flung the sand in all directions, aiming it at Wild Wolf.
Wild Wolf pulled his long sabre back, using it to shield his face from the sand.
A smirk appeared on Zhao Yan’s lips; she followed the flying sand, closing in, swinging her spike backwards, and then targeting Wild Wolf’s head.
“Pfft.”
The sound of the knife piercing flesh.
But…
Zhao Yan’s eyes, although still cold, now held a hint of shock as she stared at the long sabre lodged in her own abdomen.
“Play with knives with me?
You’re not qualified,” Wild Wolf said disdainfully as he looked at Zhao Yan and slowly spoke.
“Pfft!” Another sound of a knife sinking into flesh.
But this time, the target was Wild Wolf.
Shock filled Wild Wolf’s eyes as he looked at Zhao Yan, who had just been stabbed and seemed unaffected, his mouth trembling slightly, unable to utter a word.
Zhao Yan slowly released her grip, the long spike that had been in her hand was now deeply embedded in Wild Wolf’s neck, cutting from the edge right to the central airway.
“Not everyone who gets stabbed needs to cry for their parents,” Zhao Yan looked at Wild Wolf with cold arrogance, showing no sign of pain, as if the blade stuck in her flesh were just a clump of mud.
Wild Wolf spat out a mouthful of blood then made a hissing sound as air leaked from his wound, his body slowly collapsing to the ground.
Dying, he couldn’t understand how someone could possess such strength and precision after being stabbed—such cold composure that they didn’t seem human, but more like a machine.
Wild Wolf wanted to protest that Zhao Yan wasn’t playing fair, but it was all in vain.
In less than three minutes, the powerhouse ranked fourth amongst the Wild Wolf Headquarters’ new Thirteen Grand Protectors had his throat slit by Zhao Yan and died a frustrated death.
“Hmph.” Zhao Yan snorted coldly, looking at the wound on her abdomen, the blood now flowing down the blade.
She picked up the phone and dialed Li Tang’s number.
“What’s up, this late at night?
You missing me?” Li Tang asked with a laugh, smoking on his balcony.
“I’ve been stabbed, right outside my door.
If you don’t come to save me within fifteen minutes, I’m a dead woman,” Zhao Yan said, then her eyes rolled back and she finally fell.
“Shit, what’s happening!” Li Tang yelled over the phone, but got no response from Zhao Yan.
Bo Lin, who was watching TV dramas in the living room, saw Li Tang hastily putting on clothes and asked worriedly, “What happened?”
“My brother’s been stabbed, I’m going there right now.”
“I’m coming too,” Bo Lin said, throwing on a coat, ready to leave with Li Tang.
“What’s a woman like you going to do?
Just stay home and be good, make sure to lock the door, and don’t open it for anyone,” he admonished her.
“I’m a medical student.
If my brother is in trouble, I can at least provide first aid.
Stop nagging, I’m not scared, so what are you scared of?” Bo Lin urged Li Tang to leave, and as he watched her back, he felt a strange warmth flood through him.