Without even glancing over, Qin Ye's figure didn't falter. A powerful straight punch from his left hand slammed into one man's face, shattering his nose and sending him flying backward with a scream. At the same time, his right leg swept out like a steel whip, precisely striking another man's knee.
"Snap!"
The cracking sound of bones breaking was clearly audible, and the ruthless bandit clutched his leg, writhing in agony in the snow.
Unstoppable momentum!
Qin Ye's figure carried an indomitable and fierce killing intent, like a tiger descending the mountain, unstoppable by anyone!
Wang Kui was completely terrified by Qin Ye's reckless attitude. He never dreamed that the other party would dare to rush out alone! He hurriedly tried to turn his gun around, but it was too late.
Qin Ye was already close! He could even see the look of terror on Wang Kui's face. With just one move, he could completely subdue this bandit leader!
But just then!
A shadow, colder and faster than the snowy night wind, flashed out from behind Wang Kui without warning!
Too fast! That shadow was so fast it seemed to blend into the wind and snow!
Qin Ye's pupils shrank to pinpoints in a fraction of a second! Every hair on his body stood on end, and a deadly sense of crisis shot from his spine straight to the top of his head!
He saw it.
In the hand of that petite figure was a uniquely shaped Tibetan knife, its blade like a cold crescent moon.
At this moment, the crescent moon was silently stabbing towards his right rib at an extremely tricky and vicious angle!
That's the liver! Once stabbed there, even a god can't save you!
There was no time to think! This was an instinctive reaction honed through countless life-or-death battles!
Qin Ye forcibly stopped his actions to capture Wang Kui, and suddenly exerted force in his waist and abdomen, twisting his entire body to the left at an angle that was almost impossible for an ordinary person to do!
"Sizzle—"
The blade grazed his military overcoat almost completely, its sharp edge instantly slicing through the thick fabric and sending a flurry of cotton fibers flying through the air.
That was close!
Qin Ye's heart skipped a beat, and he leaped backward, creating a distance of three or four meters before regaining his footing.
Only then did he see the attacker's true colors.
In the firelight, there was a girl who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old.
She was wrapped in a thick Tibetan-style long blanket, covering her from head to toe completely, revealing only half of her delicate but bloodless face.
And a pair of... a pair of cold, emotionless eyes.
"stop!"
The girl spoke, her voice childish yet carrying an undeniable authority.
A strange thing happened.
Upon hearing this voice, both Wang Kui and the surrounding thugs instinctively stopped their attack, falling silent and looking at the girl with a fear far exceeding their fear of Wang Kui.
The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence because of her words.
Qin Ye's expression was more solemn than ever before. He sensed an aura emanating from this girl that was completely different from any enemy or spy on the battlefield—a pure, primal killing intent.
It's as if she was born to kill.
The girl didn't look at anyone; her cold eyes were fixed on Qin Ye.
It seemed as if he was the only living thing in this snowy field.
She slowly raised her hand, brought the knife blade, which was covered with a few strands of cotton, to her lips, and gently licked it with the tip of her pink tongue.
Then, she tilted her head at Qin Ye and said in a tone that was both innocent and eerily unsettling:
"You... are very strong. Perfect, my sword hasn't drunk the blood of a strong person in a long time."
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