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Chapter 442 - 442 Senior Brother 253 (4000)_2

Chapter 442: Senior Brother 253 (4000)_2 Chapter 442: Senior Brother 253 (4000)_2 But the bloody stench in his nostrils continued to make him feel nauseous.

The steward extended his hand with a grave expression, inspecting it carefully. To his shock, he found that the skeleton in front of him was devoid of even the tiniest bit of flesh, as if it had been butchered clean like a cow.

“How… how is this possible?”

He was somewhat perplexed.

“Eek!” You An, standing beside him, suddenly cried out.

The steward turned to look and saw two round eyeballs on the ground. One was still intact, but the other had been crushed.

“Steward, let’s go, I don’t want to be here anymore…”

You An couldn’t take it any longer, that sliver of embarrassment at appearing afraid was shattered. He seemed to have developed quite a psychological trauma now. How had the gang firefight turned into a meat factory?

Because the underground ring was signaling unknown dangers, the steward made the straightforward decision to nod his head. He immediately wanted to head back the way they had come with You An, but there were footsteps quickly approaching from within the passageway. They were chaotic, indicating that there were several people.

The next second, seven or eight burly men in black uniforms rushed out of the passageway. They were armed with handguns and began shooting at sight.

“Kill those two!!!” A man who seemed to be the leader shouted.

In an instant, the gun barrels of the raised handguns burst with the smoke and sparks of gunfire. The bullets sped through the air.

The bullets struck You An and the steward, but were blocked by their bony armor.

This created a streak of golden sparks.

“You’ve got it all wrong. We didn’t do this!” You An ducked and dashed while shouting, though his explanations were unconvincing.

The gunners showed no signs of halting their attack.

“Young Master, don’t waste your breath on these mortals! Let’s fight our way out!” The steward’s eyes flashed a dangerous light. He had a vague feeling that they had inadvertently been sucked into a dangerous vortex. Their priority was to get out of here!

“Out of the way!!!”

He thundered, and six sharp claws swiftly grew out of the back of his hands. He burst into the midst of the gunners, brandishing them viciously.

Some of the burly men had their wrists cut in half, blood flowing incessantly, others had disfiguring scars on their faces, and some had lines of blood across their chests. Yet, they continued to charge forward as if nothing had happened, devoid of any expressions of pain on their faces.

They were akin to rigid and numb puppets.

These gunners discarded their firearms, pressed their hands on their torn wounds, and extracted blood-red cold weapons from within. Knuckledusters, hatchets, great swords, long spears…

After extraction, the horrifying wounds healed rapidly. Tissues in the wounds squirmed in a nauseating fashion.

At the same time, a string of footsteps came from the back of the passageway, indicating that enemy reinforcements were still converging on them.

“Young Master, quick, let’s move this way!”

The steward catapulted himself backward, grabbed a somewhat bewildered You An, and sprinted towards another passageway.

The men in black close behind, followed suit.

There were also corpses in the passageway, but their deaths were neat, not as bloody and cruel as in the underground boxing ring.

With You An in one arm, the steward ran like a black afterimage. To be honest, he was feeling rather regretful now. He shouldn’t have brought the young master out to see the world today, to get some practice. He had seen too much of the world today, so much that even he had never seen before!

So, why would three seemingly bumbling gangs get involved in such a dangerous supernatural event?!

Weren’t they straying too much from their main business?

As gangsters, shouldn’t they just stick to their usual business of shooting and killing, instead of getting involved in such dangerous supernatural events? Were they asking for trouble? And they had inadvertently dragged him and the young master in too…

The steward swore that if he ever saw those three foolhardy louts, he would use young master You An’s leather shoe to kick their asses. Oh, what an utter disaster.

After a few turns in the passage, the steward was slightly lost. There were several forks in the road and he didn’t know where any of them led.

He picked one at random and went charging down it.

The speed was so fast that they moved through the underground passage in an instant.

Many crystal lamps hung in the hall, their bright light causing the housekeeper to squint. He swept his gaze around the room.

Then he saw, amidst mountains of corpses and rivers of blood, three foolish moles gnawing and sucking blood. It was a carnage.

The white-haired one was whipping people, hanging them mid-air, strangling them to death, pulling off their heads. The blonde one, his fingers like guns, easily pierced through the enemy’s brows and hearts. The black-haired one was the most brutal.

He was like a human butcher, wherever his bloodstained silhouette went, bones and flesh separated, killing like it was some form of artwork.

There was an indescribable and unique alluring beauty to it.

Upon seeing their opponents, they were indeed the freaks who had fought with him before. Now they were being slaughtered like a flock of pigs, like fish on a cutting board without the slightest resistance.

Very good.

While trying to escape, he had arrived at the most dangerous part of the vortex.

Internally, the housekeeper slapped himself.

He instantly wanted to take his young master back along the same route they came, but there was a series of footsteps coming from the passage, apparently those gunmen from before, and their numbers had significantly increased.

There were also two or three mysterious figures dressed in long black robes, clearly the leaders of the group.

Alarm bells started to ring in the housekeeper’s mind. He quickly sidestepped to avoid getting caught in the middle of the two groups.

As expected.

The gunmen who rushed out of the passage were attracted by the trio’s carnage in the casino, leaving only a few who headed in their direction.

BANG!

A gunman was thrown off course, rapidly spiraling in the air. The blood sprayed from his mouth formed a red mist.

The leader of the robed figures caught hold of him and, upon looking at him, found that the gunman was already dead, his body completely devoid of life.

He uttered a cold huff and casually threw him aside.

Then, with a step on the ground, he rapidly charged.

The closest target was Casio.

A black afterimage carried by a storm arrived in an instant. A fair, thin hand extended from the cloak and harshly aimed at Casio’s back.

This attack was unexpectedly made with some sort of explosive technique. The palm instantly accelerated in the air, squashing the air stream as it harshly slammed down.

Casio naturally detected it. His left hand forcefully hit an enemy aside, then his right arm made a big swing. A reverse elbow hit came, colliding hard with that hand.

With one collision, the robed figure staggered back while Casio’s rushed response also momentarily halted. Squinting his eyes, he looked over at the several robed figures.

“Having killed so many young bodies of the Blood Spirit Association, have the fully grown Dead Blood finally come?” He used both his hands to push off the platform and flew through the rain of bullets and gunfire just like a shell.

The two frontmost gunmen of the Blood Spirit Association unluckily were kicked into two pieces, the others quickly dispersed, forming a surrounding movement.

It seemed they had realized firearms wouldn’t work on Casio, they tore open wounds on their bodies, retrieving weapons from their fresh blood.

But Casio didn’t pay much attention to these gunmen’s reactions, his main focus was on the robed figures. He extended both his hands and as if Teleporting, he instantly appeared beside the first robed figure who had collided with him.

With a swing of his right arm, he clawed through without mercy.

Unexpectedly, the robed figure was extremely agile and forcefully executed some kind of familiar footwork, dodging this frontal attack.

The sharp claws tore through the black hood in an instant.

A head of messy tea-green hair swayed wildly, exposed under the bright yellow light. Immediately after, a seductive white face was brought into view, the long and charming eyes with a hint of sharpness.

The slender neck had a prominently protruding Adam’s apple.

Casio suddenly froze, enduring the unfeeling hits from the two Blood Spirit Association members beside him. He intensively stared at this face, his deep-seated memory seeming to resurface. Casio took a step forward, quickly opening his mouth to speak, Babbling on and on, continuously, blah blah blah. Final words.