Chapter 677: Chapter 676 Rescue
Being able to get into the National Security Bureau, Du Wei naturally had some skills of his own.
Since childhood, he had been practicing martial arts and was quite talented. By the age of twenty-three, he had reached the peak of external strength, and later, a senior from the National Security Bureau took notice of him. After joining the bureau and receiving national resources for training, his abilities soared rapidly. Now, at just thirty-eight, he had already achieved Energy Transformation First Grade.
Don’t think that being at the Energy Transformation First Grade is weak.
In fact, in the Martial World, those who step into the Energy Transformation Realm are one in ten thousand elites, not to mention under forty years old?
You know, Xu Xingzhou was considered a standout among the younger generation of the Xu Family. In his twenties now and yet still only at the Mid Stage of Inner Strength, had he not met Yang Fei, he wouldn’t have been able to step into the Energy Transformation Realm at all.
"Bang!"
With a loud noise, Zhang Long swung his arm to block Du Wei’s slap.
He was knocked back three meters, his arm burning with pain.
Du Wei’s palm was also in pain.
He hadn’t expected his slap to be blocked by Zhang Long.
Moreover, from the feedback of the force when the other party blocked, it appeared the man’s strength was infinitely close to the Energy Transformation Realm.
After a brief moment of shock, Zhang Long charged again.
He snatched the watermelon knife from Ma Zhao’s hand and whooshed it towards Du Wei’s face.
Du Wei was startled and hastily jumped to the side.
Zhang Long swung the watermelon knife, chasing furiously, slash after slash, the noise of the blade whirring through the air.
With nothing but his bare hands, Du Wei was in quite a bind, not daring to fight back, forced to dodge and weave.
A wild punch can kill even a master, and no matter how skilled in martial arts, one fears the kitchen knife!
When the gap in strength isn’t large, and Zhang Long, who is adept at slashing in society, has a knife in his hand, there’s no way Du Wei can win.
"Zhang Cheng, guard that girl. Everyone else, get off the car and end this quickly to avoid unnecessary complications," Brother Qiu, seeing that Zhang Long was actually suppressing Du Wei and several people were coming out of the other car, immediately got angry and ordered a swift resolution.
Qi Tai rushed towards Brother Qiu first.
With one punch, Qi Tai was sent flying.
As the leader of this operation, Brother Qiu’s strength was naturally extraordinary; he was a high-level practitioner at the Sixth Rank of Energy Transformation Realm.
When he was assigned the task of kidnapping a woman as fragile as an unbonded chicken, he was very reluctant, feeling it was a waste of his talents.
Ma Zhao was also sent flying.
The members of Dragon and Tiger Hall were brave and united, none of them backing down, all charging forward.
Unfortunately, they were no match for these martial arts experts, and many of them fell in just a moment.
In the last row of the car, Yang Wen tried to take the opportunity to rush out but was grabbed by the shoulder.
"Whoosh!"
Just then, a grating noise came from beside her ear.
Yang Wen felt her scalp tingle.
Because this noise occurred right next to her ear.
Thump!
With a soft sound, blood splattered onto the right side of Yang Wen’s face, hot and sticky.
She glanced aside and saw a world soaked in crimson.
"Ah!"
Almost at the same time, Yang Wen and the man responsible for guarding her both screamed.
Yang Wen screamed out of fear.
The National Security agent was screaming out of pain.
The hand that was on Yang Wen’s shoulder no longer belonged to him.
At the site where the arm was severed shoulder-high, blood gushed out profusely.
Looking back at the car, you could see that the rear end of the vehicle had a neat and complete slit from the roof to the undercarriage.
Even the rear window glass wasn’t shattered but cut through neatly as if by some sharp instrument.
The truck that had previously blocked the business car had backed away several meters without notice.
"Pfft, pfft..."
Amidst Yang Wen’s screams, two more slits appeared at the rear end of the car.
A hand reached out, pried open the cut section, and a wide opening appeared at the back of the business car.
By this time, the National Security agent regained his composure and, enduring the pain, reached out his other hand, attempting to pull Yang Wen forward.
Pfft!
Blood splattered.
The arm that had just reached out couldn’t touch Yang Wen’s body before it was no longer its owner’s.
Yang Wen felt a large hand grab her clothes from behind and with a forceful tug, she was sent flying backward.
Still in shock, a calm voice came to her ears, "Don’t be afraid, you won’t be harmed."
Following the voice, Yang Wen saw a resolute and stern face.
She didn’t recognize this man, had never seen him before, and she could tell from his Chinese that it wasn’t very fluent; his pronunciation was more like that of a Japanese.
Instinctively disliking him, she shifted her body to the side.
Umekawa Taro observed her movement and said nothing, but a hint of pity flashed in his eyes.
Such a fragile and beautiful girl having to suffer such terror was indeed regrettable.
The pity in his eyes turned into coldness.
His figure dashed out in a flash.
Yang Wen’s vision blurred for a moment, and then the person beside her vanished.
In the next instant, screams filled the air.
She abruptly looked up and saw the man known as Brother Qiu, the middle-aged man, split in two— a ghastly sight.
Blood flew everywhere.
The young man who had just saved her was like a demon from Hell, each slash of his blade snatching away a living soul.
In less than a minute, the battle was over.
For any aristocratic martial arts family, the lineup from the National Security Bureau would have been quite impressive.
Originally, they thought the mission was too simple for them, an underutilization of their abilities, yet they never expected to encounter an assassin like a demon.
And they would die without ever knowing that they had actually encountered four such assassins.
Merely, it was enough for Umekawa Taro alone to deal with everything, while the other three elders of the Xu family sat in the car from start to finish, watching the performance of the young.
Du Wei was also dead.
Killed by Zhang Long’s blade.
To his last breath, he stared wide-eyed, unresigned to his fate.
If he had been killed by Umekawa Taro, he would have accepted his fate without complaint.
But instead, he was slashed over a dozen times by Zhang Long, gradually weakening and succumbing.
Facing Zhang Long, if it was a fist-to-fist fight, he was fully confident he could defeat him.
But the other man had no sense of martial ethics and took advantage of his unarmed state to slash him with a knife.
With their realms not far apart, and after seeing Umekawa Taro cutting down Brother Qiu and his colleagues as if slicing through vegetables, his morale shattered. In a moment of distraction, Zhang Long seized the opportunity to kill him.
Tossing the knife to his subordinate, Zhang Long shouted, "Quickly clean up the battlefield, retreat."
He then approached Yang Wen, wiped his bloodstained hand, and said, "Miss Yang, you weren’t frightened, were you?"
Yang Wen took a deep breath and instinctively nodded.
Zhang Long gave an awkward smile, seeing that Yang Wen was greatly startled, but as a rough man himself, he didn’t know how to comfort her, so he said, "It’s all right now, we are friends of your elder brother. With us here, you absolutely won’t be harmed, rest assured!"
Yang Wen was still tense.
Even when she had been controlled by her brother’s enemies before, she wasn’t as nervous and fearful as she was now.
After all, it was murder.
And so many had died in an instant, right before her eyes, even due to her rescue.
This kind of scene she had never experienced before made it hard for her to catch her breath.
She felt responsible for the deaths of these people.
A deep sense of guilt began to sprout in her kind heart.
Suddenly, Yang Wen thought of something very important and exclaimed, "My mother... and my second brother and his wife, what about them... are they all right?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Long was startled.
Indeed.
Mr. Yang had other family members.
If the enemy in Binhai dared to move against Yang Wen, what about her other relatives far away in Huangyang County, could they have been subjected to the same treatment?