Chapter 733 I'll protect Feng Mu?!
He was dressed in plain, unremarkable gray clothes, with only a simple, black mask covering his face.
(ps: Maybe it's because it's a purely private job and needs to be kept confidential, or maybe it's because it's after get off work hours and I don't want to wear my work clothes.)
In short, the raven wasn't wearing the Night's Watch's standard black robes today.
Because he was only wearing a mask, he didn't remind people of the Night's Watch; instead, his attire seemed to fit perfectly with the scene in the bushes.
Today, besides leeches, there were many people wearing masks in the bushes.
1v3!
The instant they collided at the corner,
Both of their lips moved slightly, as if they both had a bellyful of explanations, such as "misunderstanding" or "I was just passing by," that they wanted to blurt out.
If peaceful communication is possible, who would truly want to fight and kill?
Unfortunately, both sides instinctively felt that the other looked hostile, and their fighting instincts always kicked in faster than verbal greetings.
At this point, whoever speaks first loses.
Silence is the prelude to death.
Learn about the Dark Forest Theory!
Thus, an encounter battle without any dialogue, unfolding like a silent film, erupted in 0.1 seconds.
Discovery, shooting, death... all in one smooth motion.
The three members of the Relief Studio team reacted remarkably quickly.
The moment they encountered the raven, although they were startled, the tacit understanding formed through long-term cooperation made them almost instinctively spread out, take up shooting angles, and raise their weapons.
The bags they carried clearly contained a number of "strange and dangerous items," and the threat level would rise sharply once they were given time to unpack them.
But the raven is faster!
As a veteran of the Night's Watch, Raven had experienced encounters far more dangerous and unexpected than this.
The instant his opponent's eyes shifted and his muscles tensed, his body reacted most effectively before his consciousness could react—area suppression, instantaneous lethality.
There were no shouts, no warnings, only extreme cold!
Centered on the raven, a palpable, deathly aura of cold air, visible to the naked eye, spread silently yet rapidly, like ripples created by a stone thrown into still water.
The air crackled and popped as it froze, and the temperature plummeted below freezing.
The three team members froze instantly. Thick frost formed on the muzzles of their guns, which they had just raised, and their fingers, though on the cold triggers, could not be pressed down.
Their attempts to move were frozen to the ground, covered with a layer of solid ice. Even more terrifying, the chilling aura directly invaded their bodies.
Blood coagulates in blood vessels, muscle fibers become brittle from the cold, and organs stop functioning instantly.
Their eyes remained wide open, their expressions a mixture of astonishment and despair, but the radiance of life had already frozen in time.
The next second.
"Snap... Splash..."
The three bodies, still in fighting stances, emitted continuous cracking sounds from within before collapsing with a deafening roar, shattering into countless irregular, translucent, blood-red ice blocks that scattered across the ground.
Only their equipment and "big toys," due to their special material, remained intact, scattered among the broken ice, shimmering with a cold luster.
From the moment of the collision to the end, the entire process took no more than three seconds.
Without even glancing at the "results" on the ground, the raven, having resolved this unexpected trouble, immediately slipped around the corner and anxiously looked toward the center of the battlefield.
They were afraid that Feng Mu had already been beaten to death!
However, the sight that came into view made him freeze again, abruptly stopping his steps as he was about to rush out once more.
Feng Mu seems to have been beaten to death; his head has exploded.
But it seemed like he wasn't completely dead, as if he had been resurrected on the spot, while Zhang Shenyi was sent flying backwards with a scream, like a kite with a broken string.
"What the hell? Feng Mu pulled off a comeback! He's not just a little bit strong, he's a hundred million times stronger!"
Raven froze in place. He suddenly realized that he seemed...maybe...probably...not needed to make an appearance.
At this moment, what he was worried about was no longer whether he could protect Feng Mu, but rather... whether if he rushed in rashly, he would not only fail to save the person, but would also be mistaken for a bad guy by the person he was trying to save and killed by him.
"His strength... is far superior to his sister Feng Yuhuai... The Chief Executive wants me to protect him? Does he really need my protection?"
The raven's suspicions grew wildly like weeds.
For a moment, Raven even wondered if the Chief Executive was setting a trap for him.
The purpose was ostensibly to have him secretly watch over Feng Mu, but in reality, the plan was to use Feng Mu to get rid of the Night Watchman who knew too much.
But then Raven thought again that something was wrong. If the Chief Executive wanted to silence him, there was no need to use such a roundabout and uncertain method.
Therefore, a more reasonable explanation should be...
"The Chief Executive doesn't know Feng Mu's strength either. He just treats him purely as Feng Yuhuai's brother, and out of affection for him, he asked me to keep an eye on him in secret?"
The raven tried to figure out the logic behind it.
Although he still didn't understand why the Chief Executive would take such good care of Feng Yuhuai, even extending that care to her family, this was probably the closest answer to the truth.
"Interesting, very interesting."
The raven's gaze secretly locked onto Feng Mu.
"Feng Yuhuai is a monster, and her brother is very likely a monster as well. Moreover, his moves just now... have a lot of the feel of [The Mask]."
He finally remembered where the feeling that Feng Mu looked familiar came from.
Isn't it strikingly similar to a figure in a live stream video that his son, who is addicted to online live streaming, recently enthusiastically showed him?
Although not exactly the same, he was still somewhat surprised.
Someone else might not have thought like him, but would have mistakenly thought that Feng Mu was using some kind of bewitching technique or some strange secret art.
But Raven immediately connected the two, thinking of Feng Yuhuai.
Just as Raven was racking his brains, trying to piece together these astonishing clues, the situation on the battlefield suddenly changed again.
He saw a line of menacing vehicles on the highway suddenly stop, and dozens of "prison guards" wearing identical masks and armed with guns rushed into the bushes like a flood, heading towards the various points of fire.
Among them, one particular duo stood out, as if they were under their own spotlight.
She was petite and delicate, with two pigtails sticking straight up on her head. She ran and hopped around, full of an untimely energy.
But her speed was eerily fast, like a fox leaping through the grass, leaving behind afterimages.
Following behind her was a man as tall and imposing as a small mountain. His pace didn't seem fast, but each step he took was exaggeratedly large.
Seemingly slow, but actually incredibly fast, it remained like a silent mountain, closely following that petite figure, never leaving her side.
Then, the raven saw the petite figure moving at high speed, shaking its head and looking around, its bright eyes seemingly searching for some target.
Finally, she suddenly raised her finger and pointed precisely at Zhang Shenyi, who had just recovered from the dizziness of being blown away and was about to turn around and chase after Feng Mu again.
"So it was you who bullied my junior brother just now?!"
The petite figure uttered a crisp question, and her aura was in no way inferior to the bald man who was more than half a head taller than her and exuded a fierce aura.
Zhang Shenyi was extremely anxious at the moment and did not hear clearly, or rather, did not care at all what the little one was saying. He raised his hand and swung a fist at him.
The force of the punches howled, compressing the air into visible ripples.
The strong airflow caused the towering pigtails to bend sharply at a ninety-degree angle, flying violently backwards.
The petite figure seemed enraged by this brutal attack. She bit her lip, revealing two sharp little fangs, and shouted out her finishing move:
"Senior Brother, hit him!!!"
Before the words were even finished!
A hand as large as a fan, with bronze skin and bulging muscles, came from behind the petite figure and met Zhang Shenyi's violent fist, which was powerful enough to pierce through armor plates.
The expected earth-shattering collision did not occur.
The howling air and the frenzied wind from the punches seemed to be gently smoothed out the moment they came into contact with the giant palm.
Not only the sound, but also the terrifying kinetic energy contained in the fist vanished without a trace, as if it had disappeared into the sea.
The surrounding grass was unaffected by the force; even the swaying of the blades of grass followed the rhythm of nature.
But Zhang Shenyi himself was struck as if by lightning, and his whole body was sent flying backward.
His condition was several times worse than when he was thrown into the air by the explosion. He spun uncontrollably at high speed in the air, blood gushing from his wounds all over his body, leaving shocking streaks of blood, before finally crashing heavily into the grass in the distance, his fate unknown.
In the distance, Raven, who had witnessed the entire attack, suddenly narrowed his pupils behind his mask into dangerously sharp pinpoints.
The distance was a bit far, so he couldn't see every detail very clearly.
But he vaguely sensed something deeper.
Just now, with a single palm strike, it seemed as if Zhang Shenyi's violent fist force had been annihilated within the palm of the hand.
It wasn't that the surrounding air didn't make a sound; rather, the vibrations of the air were annihilated by that palm strike, preventing the sound from propagating and causing it to be "killed" near his palm.
The ability to shatter and distort the air represents a kind of "strength" on a power level; it is a brutal and visible form of destruction.
But ravens can also achieve this level of strength, so it's not too bad.
Killing the air or even the sound might be a different kind of rule, a form of strength.
This kind of "strength" caused the raven, usually as calm as a frozen iceberg, to have only one thought flashing wildly in its mind like an alarm—
Run! Now! Immediately!
Even though he was usually reserved, he couldn't help but want to swear at this moment.
"Damn, so this kind of monster is only showing up now?!"
"No, with a monster of this caliber protecting him, does Feng Mu need my protection? I'm the one who needs protection, right?!"
Without a word, the raven made a decisive move, concealing all its aura and minimizing its presence, before turning around to return and leave along the path it had come from.
He came quietly, and he left quietly; with a wave of his sleeve, he left behind only three shattered, frozen corpses.
The main idea is to do good deeds anonymously.
However, the tree may wish to remain still, but the wind will not cease.
He wanted to leave, but someone wouldn't allow him to leave this chaotic battlefield peacefully.
A cold voice suddenly rang out from the bushes behind him:
"Hey, you in the gray clothes and black mask, where are you trying to sneak off to?"
Raven's heart tightened suddenly. He turned around, lowered his head, and looked in the direction of the sound.
Then, a petite figure, who looked like a primary school student and wore a plain white mask, slowly emerged from the bushes.
"You killed these three guys, didn't you? The ice shards haven't even melted yet, and nobody noticed you. You were pretty good at hiding!!"
A thousand alpacas galloped through the raven's mind in an instant: "..."
Am I hiding it well?
Didn't you see that person's palm strike just now?
The man with the white mask really didn't see it. He didn't mean to miss it; it was just that the senior brother made his move so quietly that it didn't attract his attention.
The main problem was that he was short and his vision was obstructed as he hurried through the grass.
It's his fault~
Seeing that Raven remained silent, the white-masked man's icy gaze grew even more sinister. He took a step closer, his killing intent palpable, and said:
"Can you tell me who sent you? Or... how do you want to die?"
………
The chilling killing intent, like a tangible spiderweb, instantly blocked all possible escape routes for the raven.
The white-masked man suddenly launched an attack, crouching low and charging forward. He was small in stature but moved like a rabbit, no, even faster and more cunning than a rabbit.
With a powerful push from her feet, the exoskeleton-clad combat boots made contact with the ice-crystal-covered ground with a hissing sound, and the petite figure left a blurry white line between the two as they rushed straight towards Raven's Palace.
The fist, covered by a white exoskeleton, appears small, but when swung, it produces a muffled sonic boom, revealing the terrifying power of blood and qi contained within its owner.
The amplification from the exoskeleton further enhances this power, making a single strike as heavy as a thousand pounds.
The raven cursed inwardly, but its movements were not slow at all.
Almost the instant the white-masked man took a step forward, his dusty gray clothes fluttered without wind, and an aura far colder and more refined than when he had frozen the group before erupted.
His figure suddenly darted around, as if gliding back and forth on the ice.
With swift, flying fingers, the chilling energy condensed into a visible pale aura, hissing and piercing the air like icy venomous snakes, seeking openings to burrow into the crevices of the exoskeleton.
"laugh--!"
Before their palms and fingers touched directly, the extreme cold and terrifying energy clashed first, producing a popping sound like cold water dripping into boiling oil.
The white-masked fingers tore through the solidified cold air, the resistance from the fingertips feeling like penetrating layers of ice walls.
Raven changed tactics at the last second before contact, twisting his wrist in a strange way. A soft palm wind brushed past the white-masked man's wrist, and icy marks instantly appeared on the man's exoskeleton arm armor, spreading rapidly.
"snort--!"
The white-masked man snorted coldly, his arm muscles suddenly bulged, the exoskeleton components covering them expanded slightly, and his powerful and domineering blood energy erupted.
(End of this chapter)
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