The moment the gunshot occurred, Lin Qiye suddenly raised his head.

At this moment, he was monitoring the place where the gangster last appeared, and quickly searching the surroundings with his mental power. After hearing the gunshot, his brows immediately frowned.

The place where the gunshots occurred was not far from them and was also within the west of the city.

Hongyan and Heitong beside him looked at him at the same time.

“Let’s go and take a look!” Lin Qiye said decisively.

…

A huge impact came from behind, and Yurina fell heavily to the ground. She groaned and felt a burning pain in her back.

She fell to the ground, a dazed look in her eyes, the buzzing sound still echoing in her ears.

Is that... a gun?

Do they have guns?

The group of thugs ran up quickly and dragged Yurina up from the ground. Iwamai Yusuke walked in front of her with a revolver in his hand and narrowed his eyes.

He glanced over Yurina's body, but couldn't see any wounds or blood.

"Didn't hit you... were you scared?" he muttered to himself.

His original intention of shooting was just to prevent Yurina from escaping, not to really kill her with one shot. If she really died, he would be completely finished, so when he shot, he deliberately aimed at a non-lethal place.

Although my hand was shaking and I missed the target, the result was the same.

"You little bitch, you're quite brave. You actually dared to plot against me." Iwamai Yusuke walked up to her, grabbed her hair, stared fiercely into Yurina's eyes, and sneered, "If you have the guts, keep running?"

Yurina pursed her lips and said nothing.

"Drag him back and lock the door. You two stay outside to keep watch on the police." Iwamai Yusuke turned and walked into the warehouse, giving orders to the thugs around him.

The gunshot attracted almost all the thugs around, about thirty or forty of them. They quickly followed Iwami Yusuke's request, dragged Yurina into the warehouse, and slowly closed the heavy door.

Yurina was dragged back to the concrete floor in the center of the warehouse. Iwamai Yusuke walked to her side, squatted down, pinched her cheeks and lifted her head up.

"I'll ask you one last time, did your parents leave you anything valuable or special?" Iwamai Yusuke's eyes were extremely cold.

Yurina stared into his eyes and spoke word by word:

"No... just no!"

Iwamai Yusuke stared at her for a moment, slowly closed his eyes, stood up, and sat back on the leather sofa.

"Koutarou."

"Here, boss!" A ferocious-looking thug walked up to him.

"Cut off her finger." He said calmly.

"yes!"

Kotaro nodded, pulled out a dagger from his waist, sneered, and slowly walked towards Yurina who was lying on the ground.

Yurina watched him approaching her step by step, fear appeared in her eyes. She bit her lips tightly, and there was no color on her face.

She was not a fearless hero, she was just a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old. When she heard that they were going to cut off her fingers, she couldn't help but burst into tears...

Now, she no longer has any way out or means, and is left with only endless despair.

In her eyes, there was grievance, fear, anger and confusion.

She didn't understand. She had prayed so devoutly to the gods, asking them countless times to dispel the evil spirits around her and give her a stable and happy life... why was this the result?

She had just walked out of the shrine and was still under the watchful eyes of the gods when she was captured by this group of people and tortured. Could it be that the gods really couldn't see all this?

Lord God...does he really exist?

Yurina fell to the ground helplessly, tears streaming down her cheeks, and she slowly closed her eyes.

Bang--!!

Just as Soratarou was about to swing his sword, the door of the warehouse exploded open, and the dull thud echoed in everyone's ears.

Everyone was stunned and turned their heads to look.

The metal warehouse door was torn into pieces as if it were made of paper, and fell to the ground with a clanging sound. The dust on the ground was blown up by the wind and fluttered in the sunlight from the outside.

Outside the door, a red-haired woman in a green nursing uniform was standing there, her pair of golden vertical pupils staring indifferently at everyone in the warehouse, and her clenched right fist slowly loosened.

Just now, it was this punch that blew up the metal door.

She turned sideways, took a half step back, and lowered her head respectfully, as if she was waiting for someone.

The next moment, a figure in a black windbreaker, with his hands in his pockets and wearing a Monkey King mask, slowly walked out from the dust floating in the sunlight.

His eyes swept across the dozens of thugs in the warehouse and finally fell on the fallen Yurina. Seeing the knife in Kotaro's hand, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Hey! Who are you, you bastard?!" One of the yellow-haired thugs stepped forward and shouted with a standard tongue flick, "Where are the two people guarding outside? Why are there no movements at all?"

Lin Qiye glanced at him, with no intention of talking to him at all, and just said lightly:

"Kill them all except the one on the couch."

"I'm happy to help you."

Hei Tong's voice echoed in Lin Qiye's ears, and the next moment, a pool of black liquid shot out from Lin Qiye's shadow and instantly hit the yellow-haired gangster who was speaking, covering his entire body like a tide.

He instantly gained control of the yellow-haired man's body.

On his forehead, a scarlet eye slowly opened, emitting a strange light that made people's heart palpitate.

This sudden scene made all the thugs present freeze in their places. They had never seen such a strange sight before, and for a moment they even forgot to escape or resist.

By the time they came to their senses, it was too late.

The beauty standing at the door moved like lightning. She rushed into the group of thugs in an instant and kicked out. The terrifying force brought up a strong wind, which directly shattered the bones of several thugs. She kicked them away like kites, and they fell to the ground like mud.

The other thugs finally reacted, took out their weapons, and smashed Hongyan's body hard.

With just a few crisp sounds, the steel pipe broke, the dagger shattered, and the wine bottle shattered into pieces, which scattered on the ground. They were holding half of the weapons in their hands, looking at the unharmed beauty, and they were stunned where they stood.

Hongyan turned her head calmly, and her golden vertical pupils, which contained the power of a dragon, narrowed slightly.

The black pupil occupied the yellow-haired man's body. He took a half step back to avoid a gangster's baseball bat, then took out a butterfly knife from his waist and stabbed it into his throat easily.

In front of these two men, this group of thugs had no power to resist at all, it was purely a one-sided massacre.