Ropes were thrown through the air, and figures leaped from the rafts towards the shore.
The Deadpool members who rushed to the rafts mostly focused their attention on the people on the boats, completely ignoring those who used ropes to leap away.
This undoubtedly delighted everyone on the raft. With the people on the shore and on the boat providing cover for each other, Chu Nanfeng's group of men had quickly landed most of their force.
With a leap, he arrived at the back of the group. Looking at Chu Liyue and the others who were surrounded by the Dead Servants and unable to move an inch, Chu Nanfeng's brows furrowed.
"Tell the people in front to speed up their landing, and those who have already landed to increase their firepower and lure Deadpool ashore."
The person behind Chu Nanfeng nodded hurriedly upon hearing his instructions, hesitated slightly, and then spoke:
"Boss, what about you?"
Most of their group had already left, but Chu Nanfeng didn't seem to be leaving.
Once they're all ashore and out of cover, the Deadpools will swarm them instantly, and it'll be difficult for one person to handle them.
"You guys provide cover for me on the shore, just make sure Deadpool doesn't get close to me."
Chu Nanfeng gave a curt reply, his gaze sharp as he looked behind him, and said nothing more.
In a short while, not a single person remained beside him, and behind him, a sky full of streaks of light and a hail of bullets protected him from the Deadpools around him.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he reached for his waist, where several hand grenades appeared in his hand.
With veins bulging on his strong arms, he suddenly pulled the pin, and the grenade landed in the group of Dead Servants behind him. After a deafening roar, a wave of fire swept through, and countless Dead Servants were torn to pieces.
Without stopping, he threw out grenades one after another as if they were free, with explosions ringing out incessantly.
The river surged and churned, and the raft swayed precariously like a lone boat in a storm. Chu Nanfeng struggled to steady himself, but continued to throw grenades at specific locations.
The next moment, a glint of light flashed in his eyes as he stared intently at the figure behind him.
Two heavy ropes pierced through the billowing smoke and landed perfectly on the inflatable raft behind.
As the thick smoke dissipated, a narrow road stretched out towards the rear of the procession.
The grenade landed precisely in the pre-calculated spot, blasting a path through the dense group of Deadpools.
"Turn up the firepower, don't let Deadpool block the way."
He suddenly shouted at those providing cover on the shore, then turned and shouted back to the ranks behind him:
"Tie the boats together with ropes! I'll clear the way for you!"
The highly skilled elites connected all the inflatable rafts together almost within seconds of Chu Nanfeng's words.
The thrusters roared, the fleet moved as one, and with Chu Nanfeng pulling the ship ahead to clear the way, the group, which had been surrounded by the Dead Servants and unable to move an inch for a long time, finally broke through the encirclement and headed straight for the shore.
On the shore, the group that had already reached the shore were providing cover for Chu Nanfeng and Chu Liyue behind them while struggling to defend against and clear away the death servants surging towards the shore.
Behind them, a deafening battle erupted. Xiao Wujie stood tall, and the corpses of men in black lay scattered at his feet, spreading outwards into the distance.
He had already killed wave after wave of these men in black. These men were of average strength, yet they kept rushing towards him, keeping him occupied and preventing him from helping the people behind him.
One of the men in black adjusted his earpiece, they exchanged a glance, and quickly retreated towards the castle behind him.
The next instant, a cold snort suddenly rang in their ears.
A chill ran through their bodies, and then sharp wind blades pierced through them instantly, causing blood to bloom and their bodies to fall limply to the ground.
Xiao Wujie, standing behind, lightly flicked his sleeve, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, his expression indifferent.
She's been clinging to him like a leech for so long, and she still wants to walk away unscathed, treating him like a decoration?
He casually brushed off non-existent dust from his body, and with a swift movement, reappeared on the shore.
Shi Feng, who was leading his men to kill the servants, saw him coming and hurriedly greeted him respectfully as "Mr. Xiao".
Xiao Wujie gave a light, indifferent "hmm," and then turned his gaze to the moat.
Under the cover of the people on the shore, Chu Nanfeng ran wildly ahead, pulling the fleet behind him to quickly approach the shore.
The Deadpools surged toward them like a tidal wave, only to be repelled.
In the crowd, he spotted at a glance that slender figure holding two guns, looking dashing and heroic.
A hint of resentment flickered in his eyes, and he muttered softly:
"You always say I'm showing off, but you're the one who shows off and ends up at the back of the group. It would have been so much better if I had brought you up..."
"They just want to abandon me and leave me alone."
Shi Feng's eyes twitched slightly. Why did Mr. Xiao, who was usually so enigmatic and mysterious, give him the feeling of a woman resentful in her boudoir?
A strange, blood-red symbol flashed from his fingertip, and with a slight shimmer, he vanished from his spot.
As Chu Liyue, who was focused on dealing with Deadpool while standing on the raft, felt a sudden blur before her eyes, and a figure that made her heart tremble instantly appeared in front of her.
A hint of resentment almost overflowed from her eyes. Before she could speak, the person before her stared intently at her and spoke softly:
"Didn't my sister say she'd come to find me soon?"
"Why are you at the very back of the line?"
“A bunch of people over there bullied me for a long time. I was all alone and scared.”
The black-clad assassins, lying sprawled on the ground: ...
The words that were on the tip of her tongue—that she should tell him to go back to shore first—were swallowed back by Chu Liyue.
Seeing that she remained motionless except for swallowing, Xiao Wujie's expression darkened. He stared directly at her and suddenly spoke:
"I'm cold."
"Still tired."
"I'm not happy."
So, when are you planning to hug me?
Chu Liyue's eyes twitched suddenly, and she instantly came to her senses, quickly reaching out to hug him.
The low, cold voice was full of helplessness and doting:
"It's all my fault for making you wait so long."
With a slightly arrogant snort, Xiao Wujie instantly abandoned all pride and hugged her back.
Just kidding, you can just grab your older sister's braid and ask for some affection.
If your sister offers you a way out, you should accept it; otherwise, you'll lose more than you gain.
Every aspect must be handled with utmost care and clarity.
Otherwise, why would he be the only one who is his sister's good boy and the one she likes?
Amidst the wind and waves, the ship suddenly rocked. Chu Liyue quickly steadied the person in her arms and gently stroked his head twice.
"Sweetie, be good, I'll hug you again in a bit."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Wujie sensibly straightened up, leaning against her with a rather dependent air, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings with a deep look.
The real big guy hasn't come out yet; he didn't just come here to ask his sister for a hug.
He'd had enough of these disgusting things; it was time to let them go...
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