As night fell, alarms blared at the embassy, and a series of distorted figures surged toward the embassy like a tide of darkness.
A series of hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor as everyone rushed to the door of the room where Xiao Wujie and Chu Liyue were.
The sound of shattering glass and hoarse screams echoed from inside the room. Just as everyone was about to push the door open, it was opened from the inside.
Dressed neatly, Chu Liyue carried Xiao Wujie out in her arms. Through the open door, the dead servant lying on the ground was clearly visible.
Seeing that they were unharmed, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The chubby Beishan, carrying a tablet, trotted over to Chu Liyue's side. He was about to call out "Sister Liyue" when he met Xiao Wujie's unfathomable gaze, swallowed hard, and spoke dryly:
“Well, my homemade detection program shows that Vito Rosso is nearby.”
As he spoke, he pointed his chubby finger to the constantly flashing red dot on the screen, "He was extremely cautious before, and I couldn't pinpoint his exact location no matter what I did."
"But today..."
Lu Zhufeng couldn't help but ask, "Does this mean you know you can't escape and are preparing to fight to the death, or are you holding a trump card?"
Xiao Wujie lowered his eyes slightly and remained silent, but he had a bold guess in his heart: perhaps he had no choice in the matter?
The piece has served its purpose, and the player wants it to make the most of its remaining strength.
Just then, footsteps sounded behind them, and several soldiers in Chinese uniforms escorted an elderly man in his fifties as they quickly approached.
The old man was dressed in a well-fitting suit, with white hair and beard, and exuded an air of gentle elegance.
Approaching the crowd, despite the blaring alarms, his face showed no panic; he simply asked calmly:
"Were those strange things coming for you?"
Chu Liyue held Xiao Wujie in her arms and nodded slightly, "I'm sorry, Elder Fang, for causing you trouble."
The elderly man, known as Old Fang, showed no sign of blame and gently waved his hand.
"Not at all. Protecting the Chinese people from harm is our duty."
He paused slightly, a hint of seriousness creeping onto his face: "Those things are rather strange and difficult to deal with. This area is no longer safe. Should I take you to a safe place to hide?"
Upon hearing this, Chu Liyue wanted to ask him to take Xiao Wujie to a safe place, but before she could speak, Xiao Wujie, who was in her arms, wrapped his arms around her neck and interrupted her:
"Sister, I want to go with you. If you don't take me, I'll go feed Deadpool myself."
Chu Liyue's eyes twitched when she heard this, and she was about to glare at him coldly when she saw that he had already closed his eyes as if he had expected it, his face full of determination, not giving her a chance to be fierce at all.
Beside him, Chu Nanfeng seemed to have a psychological trauma, repeatedly saying, "Well, everyone's here, protecting him shouldn't be a problem."
“If you don’t agree to his request, he’ll just… go sell tea.”
I'm afraid that before I even get into a fight, he'll have me so badly teased that I won't be able to take care of myself.
At this moment, Xiao Wujie, who had been lying in Chu Liyue's arms with his eyes closed, seemed to sense something and suddenly raised his eyes. His eyes were misty with tears, his voice was thick with nasal congestion, and he bit his lip in grievance:
"How can you be at ease if you can't see my sister?"
"You don't want it, do you...?"
The familiar taste, the enticing aroma of tea.
A chill ran down Chu Nanfeng's spine, and he immediately interrupted:
"I'll take you! I'll take you! I'll take you!"
"I'll agree to this small matter on behalf of Li Yue."
"We shouldn't be wronged over something like this, young master."
Xiao Wujie looked at Chu Liyue's deep, cold eyes with a pitiful expression, and suddenly tightened his arms around her neck.
"Sister, hold on tight, I'm going to fall."
Holding his waist tighter, Chu Liyue's eyes flashed with helplessness, "You just don't want me to put you down."
Looking up at the upright and refined Elder Fang, Chu Liyue declined his offer:
"No need, Mr. Fang. We should resolve the trouble we've caused ourselves."
After saying that, he nodded to Elder Fang, picked up Xiao Wujie, and led the group outside.
Outside, the lights on all four sides of the embassy illuminated the deep night, and a group of Chinese soldiers in uniform, holding machine guns and shields, blocked a large number of twisted dead servants from entering.
Setting Xiao Wujie down from her arms, Chu Liyue tightened his collar, her eyes serious, and coldly instructed:
"Stay here quietly. We can handle these Deadpools. You can just be a mascot."
After saying that, he took the silver, high-tech sniper rifle handed to him by Leng Ruxue, put on his tight combat uniform, tucked his trouser legs into his combat boots, flicked his ponytail, and turned to leave.
Like a female general leading troops into battle with a long spear, she is incredibly dashing.
Seeing this, the others quickly followed suit.
Beishan and Ai Ruoman, who were not good at fighting, stayed behind to accompany Xiao Wujie. Lin Qingyi, who was worried about Xiao Wujie's safety, also stayed behind.
Deadpools have tough bodies and come in various shapes. The bullets fired by Chinese soldiers at them only grazed their steel-like skin, producing sparks, and were unable to inflict fatal damage, causing them to show signs of weakness for a time.
As Chu Liyue led her group into the battlefield, dazzling laser bullets rained down like meteors, striking the Dead Servants squarely between the eyebrows, causing a large number of them to fall instantly.
As time passed, gunshots rang out, and wave after wave of Deadpools fell, only to be met with wave after wave of Deadpools.
Wearing steel gloves, Lu Zhufeng, who had smashed Deadpool's head with a single punch, stared at the ever-growing horde of Deadpools pouring in behind him and couldn't help but grit his teeth and curse:
"It's like playing Plants vs. Zombies, it never ends."
In the center of the Deadpool group, Chu Liyue's long ponytail swung, her silver sniper rifle roared in her hand, her beautiful face, cold as ice, was stained with blood, and her whole body exuded a strong killing aura that was terrifying.
Her cold gaze swept over the surging Dead Servants, and she suddenly turned to look at Leng Ruxue not far away. Leng Ruxue, who was just as disgusted and complaining as Lu Zhufeng, instantly understood.
"Boss, catch the sword."
The quantum pulse sword, with its bright silver hilt and a blade emitting a ghostly blue light, was swung out.
Chu Liyue moved her feet, her slender figure soaring into the air, grabbing the silver sword hilt, and with a graceful yet sharp beauty, she swung the sword.
Wherever the sword tip passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, and an incomparably sharp, huge blade of light swept out in a crescent shape.
A sword with a crescent-shaped blade, ten miles of blood-red peach blossoms.
As the blinding light burst forth, countless Dead Servants were instantly melted into a bloody mist, a truly spectacular sight.
Those who knew the power of the sword light had already retreated to the rear.
Yunmo, like a handsome and agile little monkey, wrapped his legs around Chuwan's waist, put his arms around Chuwan's neck, and hung on Chuwan's back.
Looking at Chu Liyue, who stood against the wind with an aloof and indomitable air, Chu Wan's eyes lit up, and she excitedly shook Chu Wan's shoulders:
"Wow, Sister Wan, how can Master's wife be so handsome?"
She tilted her head slightly and gently touched his small head, which was resting on her shoulder, and a faint smile involuntarily appeared on Chu Wan's usually calm and refined face:
"Of course, when has our boss ever not been handsome?"
Her smile held a hint of pride, which made Yunmo, who was perched on her shoulder, blush. She leaned close to her ear and whispered shyly:
"Wan... Sister Wan's smile is so beautiful too."
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