Chapter 6778
How Many Lives Do You Have?
"Crack!"
Lightning struck again, this time faster and more powerful.
The dazzling light illuminated the entire room, making it impossible to open one's eyes.
This time, Zhang Hu couldn't completely dodge it; the lightning struck his arm like a sharp sword.
He felt a sharp pain, as if his entire arm had been torn apart.
Without hesitation, a resolute glint flashed in his eyes as he decisively slashed at his own arm.
The arm was instantly charred, a blackened mess, and emitted a pungent, burnt smell.
He endured the excruciating pain, his body trembling uncontrollably, but his eyes still revealed a madness and defiance.
He gasped, the cold air rushing down his throat and sending a shiver down his spine.
At this moment, he was acutely aware that this matter could not be handled recklessly.
The strange and powerful obstacle before him, along with the mysterious and unpredictable lightning attack, were like invisible giant hands, gripping his heart tightly.
He understood that if he continued to rely on brute force to charge recklessly, he would surely die a horrific death, perhaps not even leaving behind a complete corpse.
Zhang Hu was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, each breath filled with anger and resentment.
He turned his head sharply, his gaze like a dagger piercing the small, thin "mouse" beside him.
A sinister glint flashed in his eyes, as if he could see right through the mouse, and he said coldly, "You brat, aren't you supposed to be the fastest hand in the West?"
They always boast so much, but will this door even open now?
If you can't open it, don't blame me for being impolite!
Mouse felt a chill run down his spine when Zhang Hu looked at him with such fierce eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.
He pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes behind the lenses, and a confident smile appeared on his lips.
He pulled a specially made steel wire from his waist. The wire was thin and strong, and it seemed to come alive in his hands, twisting and turning flexibly like a lively little snake.
He crouched down and slowly inserted the wire into the keyhole, his fingers dancing lightly on the wire like a pianist.
Every movement was precise and skillful; the subtle sounds of metal rubbing together were exceptionally clear in the quiet room, like a tense prelude.
The mouse was completely focused on the operation, and fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead, but he didn't bother to wipe them away, just staring intently at the keyhole.
A short while later, a soft "click" sounded, like a beautiful musical note, particularly pleasant in the quiet room.
The door lock clicked open, and Mouse suddenly raised his head with a smug smile on his face, excitedly saying, "Brother Tiger, I said half a cigarette's time, and I meant half a cigarette's time!"
See? I wasn't bragging!
Hiding under the bed, Yun Yuyan covered her mouth tightly, afraid that she would make a sound.
Her body was curled up in a ball, like a frightened fawn, barely daring to breathe.
In the darkness, her eyes were wide open, filled with fear and despair, as if the whole world had collapsed.
Xiao Chen's parting words echoed in his ears: "Remember, no matter what happens, preserving your life is the most important thing. As long as you stay put, no one can hurt you!"
That voice was like warm sunshine, bringing her a sense of comfort and courage.
She bit her lip, her nails digging deep into her palms; the pain made her even more alert.
She prayed silently in the darkness, hoping Xiao Chen would return quickly to save her. Her eyes held both fear and unwavering trust in Xiao Chen; she believed he would protect her and ensure she wouldn't be harmed.
She could clearly hear her own heart pounding violently, "thump thump thump," as if it were about to leap out of her throat at any moment.
Just as the mouse cautiously grasped the doorknob of the mysterious door, its fingertips barely touching the cold metal, it was about to push the door open to find out what was inside.
Just at this critical moment, a sharp, piercing sound, like a blade cutting through the night sky, suddenly came from outside the window without warning!
The sound was extremely piercing, like the call of death, instantly freezing the air in the entire room.
Before anyone could react to the sudden sound, a bloody hole appeared instantly between the rat's eyebrows, as if struck by a demon's claws.
The bloody hole was horrifying to look at, with fresh blood gushing out.
The mouse's eyes were wide open, still holding the tension and anticipation from just moments before, but now they were forever frozen in terror.
His body fell straight to the ground, the wire in his hand still in the unlocking position, as if time had stood still at that moment.
Warm blood gushed from his wound, dripping onto the floor with a "drip-drip" sound that was exceptionally clear in the silent room, striking everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.
"Sniper!"
The remaining people's expressions changed instantly, as if they had seen a ghost.
Their faces were filled with shock and fear, their hands trembled uncontrollably, and they frantically pulled out the pistols from their waists.
The pistol gleamed with a cold metallic luster in the darkness, as if it were their only support at that moment.
They scanned their surroundings warily, their eyes wide as saucers, not missing a single possible corner.
Every tiny sound, every flickering shadow, terrified them.
They stood back to back, trying to increase their sense of security.
However, their eyes were filled with panic and fear, and their bodies trembled slightly involuntarily.
Before they could make any effective defensive move, a chilling voice, like a ghost, came from behind them: "You dare to mess with the War God Alliance? How many lives do you have?"
The voice was deep and sinister, like a curse from the depths of hell, causing everyone's blood to freeze instantly.
Everyone felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, a chill running down their spines and straight to the top of their heads, making the hairs on their bodies stand on end.
They turned their heads stiffly, their movements slow and heavy, as if every second was an eternity.
Suddenly, a man in a trench coat appeared behind them like a ghost.
The man was tall and slender, like a towering pine tree, exuding a chilling aura in the darkness.
His face was cold and stern, like an ice sculpture in the dead of winter, without a trace of expression, making it impossible for anyone to guess what he was thinking.
The moonlight shone on him, gilding him with a cold, silvery edge, adding to his air of mystery and terror.
He held a long sword in his hand, its blade gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light. The blade was long and sharp, like a lurking venomous snake, ready to strike a fatal blow at any moment.
Blood was still dripping from the blade, falling onto the floor drop by drop, spreading into eerie blood flowers, like blooming flowers of death.
He walked slowly, step by step, his steps light yet steady. Each step seemed to tread on everyone's hearts, causing their heartbeats to quicken and their breathing to become rapid. (End of Chapter)