Above, his long legs, encased in a belted combat uniform, were slender and powerful, every inch of them brimming with strength. The tight waistband accentuated his lean waist, and a weapon that Tong Su did not recognize hung from the belt.

He had a slender waist but broad chest and shoulders. His combat uniform was so tight that you could almost see the smooth, distinct, firm, and muscular lines of his entire body.

Further up, a cold and handsome face came into view.

The man was so tall that when she lay on the ground and looked up at him, it was as if she were looking at a mountain. His straight back was like a pine or bamboo, yet he was toying with a dagger that was still dripping blood in his hand.

The dark, unreflective blade exuded a strong aura of danger.

And that unbridled, cold, and chilling gaze was even more terrifying.

Several blurry images flashed through Tong Su's mind.

In the dark jungle, he breathed heavily, his naked body, his massive, serpentine torso covered in hard, smooth, dark red scales.

Cold sweat visibly beaded on the foreheads of the two mercenaries, who forced out smiles: "Wu Ming, you've misunderstood. We're not..."

The man remained unmoved.

"You've got some nerve," he said casually, "daring to try and steal someone from me."

There was still a faint smell of blood on the blade he was playing with.

The cold, deep, and hoarse voice was so chilling in the empty prison.

Cold sweat was visibly seeping from the foreheads of the two mercenaries.

The atmosphere in the entire prison seemed to drop sharply with his arrival; he was the center of everything, indifferent and cold.

Tong Su's gaze was deep.

She wasn't overly grateful to the man for saving her; even if he hadn't come, she could have found a way to kill those two mercenaries.

However, he clearly held a very high position in the base, and if he needed to find a powerful patron for protection, this man would be a good choice.

good.

"Wu Ming, what are you doing here?"

From afar, a hoarse voice rang out, and everyone looked in that direction to see a group of people approaching.

The one in the lead was the "commander" who had appeared on the large screen in the observation room not long ago.

He was a serious-looking middle-aged man with fine gray hairs at his temples and unfathomable eyes, as if he were plotting countless schemes.

He is the highest-ranking person in charge of this base.

The two mercenaries breathed a sigh of relief and ran towards their superior and his entourage.

Just as he was about to brush past Wu Ming, Wu Ming raised his arm, grabbed the mercenary by the collar, and slammed him to the ground!

A flash of dark light appeared from the blade.

"Aaaaaah!"

A piercing scream echoed through the prison cell. Tong Su's pupils contracted sharply, and within them, a splatter of blood was reflected.

The mercenary who tore her collar had his entire arm fly off!

Dark red, foul-smelling blood splattered before Tong Su's eyes, spreading into a bright red pool on the ground.

The mercenary staggered forward, fell to the ground, and howled in pain.

"My arm! My arm! Sir, sir!"

Wu Ming's blade sliced ​​him off completely, along with his shoulder and neck!

The other mercenary trembled as if sensing danger, and ran towards his superior.

However, no matter how fast he was, he couldn't outrun Wu Ming. With a scream, one of the mercenaries' arms flew high into the air!

"Ahhh! Ahhhhh! Sir! Look at Wu Ming!"

The mercenary, who had been crying and wailing, lunged at his superior's feet, screaming and complaining.

He clutched his shoulder tightly, blood gushing out from between his fingers, impossible to stop.

The officer glanced at him indifferently, waved his hand, and immediately someone dragged the two of them away.

The intelligent cleaning robot slid in hastily and began cleaning up the bloodstains. The officer didn't even glance at it, and asked Wu Ming:

"You went into heat as soon as you came back and lost your mind. I haven't even had a chance to ask you how the mission went?"