Chapter 135 Who dares to cause trouble?
"This...how is this..."
Before Fu Xingyuan could finish his shocked question, he was suddenly pushed to the ground by the old chef.
"Don't move, lie down!"
The old chef gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain of the wound. He growled and then ejected.
The two swords had already been drawn from his waist, and he was dancing with them vigorously. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared into the darkness ahead.
Then, there was the sound of metal clashing, mixed with the old chef's angry shouts and suppressed cries of pain.
"Uncle Geng!"
Only then did Fu Xingyuan realize that there was an enemy.
But she couldn't see anything clearly, and didn't even know whether the enemy was a human or a mutant beast.
The old chef told her to lie down and not move, but how could she just stand by and watch?
But she didn't jump up and run - the old chef, who was so good, was injured for no apparent reason. If she ran around, she would probably get injured too, and would not be able to help but be a hindrance.
She chose to crawl on the ground.
The awakened one's physical strength allowed her to move quickly, and soon she crawled to the vicinity of where the old chef was fighting.
Under the dim starlight, she was surprised to find that the old chef was wielding a kitchen knife alone, with no enemies around him.
But the kitchen knife kept encountering obstacles and collided violently with something.
It's like fighting with a ghost. The scene is weird and makes people's spine cold.
In the blink of an eye, the old chef shuddered and groaned again.
“…throwing knife?”
Only then did Fu Xingyuan vaguely see clearly that a dark light passed through the old chef's body, leaving a string of blood.
She immediately closed her eyes, mobilized all her mental strength, released all the energy in her body, and poured it into the old chef.
No matter what, increase the attack first to provide your teammates with higher combat power!
"Hahaha! Good job!"
The old chef suddenly felt a surge of energy, laughed loudly, and swung the kitchen knife even faster. After a series of clangs, this time he no longer passively took the beating, but rushed out after the flying knife.
"Who are you, you villain, hiding in the dark? Get out!"
Fu Xingyuan hurriedly chased after the old chef, crawling forward quickly and silently in the darkness.
Whenever he regained some energy, he would give it to the old chef. The old chef, like a tiger with wings, rushed into a forest of broken trees, jumped up and down and fought for a while, and suddenly shouted, "I found you!"
With a snap, a thick tree stump was split in half.
Behind the cracked broken wood, a slender figure appeared.
Between his two hands, several dark streams of light danced up and down.
It was the person who controlled the flying knife.
"Who are you?"
The old chef held the kitchen knife tightly, standing majestically.
The other party chuckled, "He's really quite skilled. No wonder he was able to wipe out a team of three awakened ones. His swordsmanship is quite good."
Judging from the voice, it was a man, but his voice was very feminine. He spoke in a condescending tone and did not take the old chef seriously.
He jumped lightly onto another piece of broken wood, squatted there nonchalantly, and asked with a smile: "Are you interested in joining us? Glory and wealth are waiting for you. You can be the king and dominate the chaotic world, and run rampant freely. Join, and I will spare your life."
The old chef shouted angrily, "Bah! I don't need your mercy! Come here and die!"
He raised the kitchen knife and rushed forward to chop fiercely.
The man disappeared in the blink of an eye, but several flying knives flew out at high speed, blocking the old chef's way.
"How rude."
Laughter rang out, and he reappeared behind a broken log a few meters away.
Fu Xingyuan was surprised.
This person moves so fast, almost teleporting!
The flying knives are also very strange and powerful.
The old chef was so strong, but he was entangled by the flying knife and could not get close to the man.
Ever since Fu Xingyuan met the old chef, he only knew that the old hero was very powerful, and had never seen him so passive.
Lurking in the darkness, Fu Xingyuan lay on the ground and attacked the old chef again, then quietly turned around and crawled back with all his strength.
——I can’t win! Hurry back and report!
This place is about one or two kilometers away from the factory building. We must hurry, otherwise the old chef may be in danger!
Fu Xingyuan slid along the ground like a gecko, extremely anxious.
"Sister, it's late at night, run slowly, be careful not to bump into anything."
Suddenly, there was a whisper. The voice sounded right behind Fu Xingyuan's head, frightening her so much that she jumped up.
"Haha." The other party actually stood up next to her, still behind her.
She changed directions several times but couldn't shake him off. He was too fast!
"Who is it!" She reached back and grabbed.
But his hands were clamped behind his back and he couldn't struggle free.
"Don't move, be quiet, sister. I hate fighting with others."
A knife was pressed against Fu Xingyuan's neck, forcing her to stop moving.
She finally saw the other person's face. He was a stranger with an unremarkable appearance.
There was a cigarette in his mouth, and the cigarette butt flickered. It turned out that this was the light he saw in the distance.
“Don’t kill me…”
Fu Xingyuan burst into tears, his legs went weak and he could not stand. He slid down and begged tremblingly.
The man loosened his grip on the knife and said with a smile, "What are you afraid of? Just be quiet and I won't kill you."
"Then don't kill me. I'll agree to any condition. Please..."
Fu Xingyuan cried sadly.
The man lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "Agree to any conditions? Do you still want to sacrifice yourself? Haha, it's a pity that I don't like women, but... you!?"
The unfinished words turned into a groan of shock and anger.
He subconsciously wanted to stab the knife into Fu Xingyuan's neck, but Fu Xingyuan desperately turned his head to avoid it, snatched the knife away, and stabbed it into his chest instead.
The knife wound to the chest was fatal, and there was another knife wound to the stomach, which was ejected from Fu Xingyuan's sleeve when he was crying for help.
It was this knife that turned the situation around and gave her a chance to survive.
She knew that she was not very skilled in martial arts, so she always kept a spring knife hidden in her cuffs, belt, and other places to save her life at critical moments. Sure enough, it came in handy at this time.
Pulling out the switchblade, Fu Xingyuan stabbed the man in the chest two or three more times out of concern, then dropped the enemy's body and ran away again into the dark night.
His heart was beating like a drum in his chest, and behind him he could hear the old chef's battle roars and grunts.
"Faster! Faster! Faster!"
She didn't know how many minutes it took her to run back to the small building, nor did she know how Qiao Lan, who rushed out to save people after hearing the news, fought.
By the time she reached the broken woods, having run herself to exhaustion, the knife-wielding enemy had already fled, gravely wounded. Qiao Lan didn't chase after him; she was still tending to the old chef's wound.
The flying knife was so powerful that it slashed the old chef's body with more than 20 wounds of varying depths. The most serious ones were so deep that the bones were visible.
There were two long cuts on his abdomen, and his intestines were exposed, but the old chef was still very fierce and shouted that he wanted to kill the enemy and chase them.
Qiao Lan knocked the old man unconscious with a knife, bandaged him briefly, carried him back to the bed, and then carefully treated the wound.
But the deepest wounds still need professionals to handle them.
Qiao Lan called Ouyang Mo's communicator and asked him to go on a first aid mission.
Fu Xingyuan stood beside the old chef's bed, his face pale and his fists clenched tightly.
She said to the worried Geng Duofu with shame: "It's all my fault, I..."
Qiao Lan interrupted her: "You performed well this time, it's just that the enemy is too strong."
The person who could injure the old chef so badly and still escape from her gunpoint is no ordinary person.
Qiao Lan's eyes were blazing.
Who dares to cause trouble?
She had just built a safe house here and hadn't even started enjoying it when someone made her feel uneasy.
If she doesn't kill the other party, how can she live peacefully in the future!
"Sister Lan, the pigeons are back."
Xiao Tang, who was on guard outside the building, brought the gray pigeon into the house.
Qiao Lan didn't chase it just now, but she released the pigeon.
Xiao Li quickly fed the pigeons a handful of millet and had a serious conversation with them.
"Coo! Coo, coo, coo!"
The gray pigeon flapped its wings and narrated the investigation process.
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