With a hiss, the sharp dagger plunged into Vito Rosso's abdomen, and blood splattered instantly.
Vito Rosso's pupils suddenly contracted, and he looked down in disbelief.
Ye Jinyu, kneeling on one knee with blood in her mouth, had a hint of mockery in her bloodshot eyes.
Despite being bio-engineered and possessing superhuman strength, Vito Rosso's clones still retained a human body structure.
Having immersed himself in medicine for many years, he had an intimate knowledge of the weaknesses of the human body.
While he may not possess the same formidable abilities as Xiao Wujie or Chu Liyue, he might still find a way to do something for her in his own way.
In the brief moment that Vito Rosso was stunned, Chu Nanfeng's tall figure, like a charging lion, swept over with an incomparably fierce aura, and his long sword, gleaming with a cold light, mercilessly stabbed towards Vito Rosso's chest.
The sharp blade tip seemed to be inserted into a piece of very tough rubber; the tip kept sinking in, but it was difficult to penetrate it instantly.
The next instant, Ye Jinyu, who was kneeling on one knee, suddenly stood up, grabbed Chu Nanfeng's hands holding the knife, and twisted them sharply.
A gash was slashed open in Vito Rosso's resilient skin, and the sharp longsword instantly plunged into his chest, splattering crimson blood all over Chu Nanfeng and Ye Jinyu's faces.
The bulging veins ran down Vito Rosso's neck to his forehead, his pale skin was soaked with sweat, and thick blood kept gushing from his mouth.
With his back teeth clenched, he suddenly let out a low, hoarse roar and swung his long sword at Chu Nanfeng and Ye Jinyu in front of him.
Having anticipated this, Chu Nanfeng instantly grabbed Ye Jinyu by the back of his collar and pulled him backward, dodging Vito Rosso's chaotic counterattack.
At that moment, three muffled groans rang out simultaneously. Taking advantage of Vito Rosso's distraction, Chu Liyue, who had the upper hand, seized the opportunity and kicked the three S-class assassins to the ground.
The three of them were thrown backwards at the same time, and crashed heavily to the ground with a "bang".
They spat out a mouthful of blood and struggled to support themselves on the ground in a very disheveled state. Their dim eyes swept across the field, and a look of dejection appeared on their faces.
The three of them were no longer able to fight, and Vito Rosso's life was in grave danger.
Once the main force is lost, the army will naturally collapse like a house of cards.
In the blink of an eye, the situation had turned around.
"Cough cough!"
Violent coughing erupted from Vito Rosso's mouth, thick blood gushing from it. He swayed unsteadily, groping for a massive stone pillar to steady himself.
He was covered in blood, the long knife in his chest piercing through his body, and the short blade in his abdomen completely embedded in his abdominal cavity.
Crimson blood flowed continuously from the two wounds, forming a pool of blood at his feet in a short time.
He coughed up another mouthful of blood, his pale hand gripping the hilt of the long sword embedded in his chest. With a sudden burst of strength, a curved arc of blood appeared in his hand as he forcefully pulled the sword out.
It fell to the ground with a thud.
Ignoring the splattering blood, he reached out again and pulled the short blade that was embedded in his abdomen.
His heavy breathing echoed in the now-silent hall. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and steadied himself by leaning against a stone pillar with one hand.
His sinister gaze swept across the entire room with a chilling twist, and his voice was cold and hoarse, like a demon crawling out of hell.
"You all deserve to die!"
Looking at the blustering but cowardly Vito Rosso, Chu Nanfeng, who stood tall with his arms crossed, couldn't help but frown slightly.
Having undergone biochemical modifications, Vito Rosso's clone possessed an unimaginable tenacity.
Such damage would have killed an ordinary person eight hundred times over, yet he was still able to keep his body upright, seemingly wanting to deliver a tragic and heroic death speech.
...Difficult to evaluate.
For a moment, he even missed his buddy Lu Zhufeng. If he were here, he would have riddled Vito Rosso with bullets.
He might not even need to lift a finger; his sharp tongue alone could easily verbally kill this sensitive idiot.
Chu Liyue didn't even glance at Vito Rosso, who was acting as if he were about to die. Her cold gaze swept around but she didn't find Xiao Wujie.
Feeling a little annoyed, she immediately wanted to leave to find Xiao Wujie, who had not returned for a long time.
At that moment, faint footsteps echoed from the corridor behind her, drifting into the quiet, empty hall with remarkable clarity.
Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to them. In the dim light of the hall, they could clearly see two tall, slender figures walking towards them.
Judging from their body types, they should be a man and a woman.
Upon seeing this, Chu Liyue's slightly furrowed brows relaxed, and a rare hint of mockery appeared in her eyes as she subtly glanced at Vito Rosso not far away.
Vito Rosso, who was leaning against a pillar with one hand, frowned involuntarily, his narrow eyes narrowing unconsciously as he stared intently at the two figures in the corridor.
For some reason, he suddenly had a bad feeling.
The soft footsteps echoed through the hall, like rhythmic drumbeats striking the hearts of everyone present.
The faint light formed tiny specks of light, scattering across the exit at the end of the corridor.
The two slender figures approached from afar, growing larger in the varied eyes of the crowd. With each step, the two figures emerged from the darkness, bathed in light, and appeared before them.
On the left, Xiao Wujie looked exactly the same as when he left, his face pale and haggard, with a hint of illness between his brows, yet his handsome and stunning appearance remained undiminished.
The woman on the right is Lin Qingyi. Not many people present recognized her, but the few who had seen and knew her before showed slight surprise.
In their minds, she was always a woman in an exquisite cheongsam, with her long hair tied up high, a graceful figure, and an elegant demeanor, like a beauty from Jiangnan who had stepped out of a painting.
Today, she wore her long hair loose and a white dress. Although her face looked a little thin and haggard, she had a unique charm of pure beauty and flawless elegance.
But what attracted everyone's attention the most was the sinister and hideous face pattern on her chest.
Such a woman, with her fair skin and ethereal beauty, had a blood-red face tattooed on her chest, which clashed terribly with her overall aura and was extremely conspicuous.
The owner of this face was none other than Vito Rosso, whose eyes were bulging with fury as he stared intently at Lin Qingyi.
His gaze fell upon the blood-red face pattern on Lin Qingyi's white chest, then he looked at Vito Rosso, whose aura was terrifyingly low.
The crowd's gazes couldn't help but shift back and forth between the two.
Can anyone tell me what the relationship is between these two? What's their story?
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