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Chapter 684: Blood Guanyin!_2

Chapter 684: Blood Guanyin!_2

The headlights blazed!

"Miss Lan!"

Although ordered to protect Jiang Chen, Xing Jie and Xu Kuan still called out immediately upon seeing the danger.

No reminder was needed.

The two men beside Lan Peizhi demonstrated extraordinary crisis response, shielding her and pulling her back the moment they saw the car charging towards them.

"Tch!"

The beast-like grey car floored the accelerator, allowing no time to dodge.

Seeing no escape, as Jiang Chen’s pupils constricted, he saw one of the men valiantly leap in place and then roll, miraculously flipping over the speeding car’s roof like a scene from a movie.

If that had been an ordinary person, they’d likely have been sent flying!

Indeed, those accustomed to living on the edge had their own set of survival skills.

The grey car whooshed past.

But the crisis was far from over.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The sound of car doors slamming echoed throughout the parking garage.

Suddenly, dozens of figures appeared on the otherwise empty first basement level.

Even more alarming was that each person was gripping a gleaming weapon.

"Damn it!"

Xing Jie cursed darkly.

"Mr. Jiang, you and Miss Lan go first!"

Xu Kuan stepped forward to block Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen offered no pleasantries, nor was there time for them.

The current situation was far more dangerous than last night.

Last night he and Gao Zhengbi faced only six men, but now there were at least several dozen assailants, conservatively estimated to be fifty strong!

"Go."

Without delay, Jiang Chen ran a few steps, grabbed Lan Peizhi’s arm.

Perhaps sensing the urgency, Lan Peizhi did not struggle.

Leaving Xu Kuan and four others to cover their retreat, Jiang Chen, dragging Lan Peizhi, turned to escape to the right, but after a few steps, they stopped again.

They saw a dense crowd of figures approaching from ahead.

"Having regrets?"

The still indifferent voice sounded.

"Regret what?"

Jiang Chen’s voice remained steady.

"You could have left with that Korean actress."

With people blocking on both sides, there was definitely no chance of escape.

Jiang Chen let go of her hand.

"I never do anything I’ll regret."

Two groups of attackers closed in from the left and the right, adding up to a hundred or so.

Compared to the oncoming flood, Jiang Chen and his companions were as defenseless as grasshoppers caught in a flood.

"Really not afraid to die?"

True to the name of the Blood Bodhisattva, even at this juncture, no panic was shown, a composure that was difficult to comprehend.

"Who isn’t afraid of death?"

Jiang Chen didn’t play the hero, instead took a deep breath, "With such a big scene, it’s definitely not for me. Don’t tell me you have no backup."

He felt that someone like Lan Peizhi, if not prescient, was at least extremely astute and should have anticipated every possibility and prepared accordingly.

Almost certainly a contingency plan had been arranged.

However, faced with Jiang Chen’s expectant look, Lan Peizhi let out an unprecedented chuckle.

That chuckle didn’t amaze Jiang Chen, but rather sank his heart.

"Do you really think I’m a deity?"

Jiang Chen was left speechless, still not giving up hope.

The two groups of assassins were getting closer.

"If you don’t call for help now, it’ll be too late."

Lan Peizhi was silent.

Jiang Chen’s heart began to cool.

Obviously.

It seemed that the Blood Bodhisattva really had no backup plan.

Jiang Chen no longer harbored any illusions, turning his head to face the ominously approaching unknown assassins, involuntarily clenching his teeth tighter.

If it were twenty men, going all out, there might be a chance to fight.

But this was unmistakably more than a hundred people!

"Got any weapons?"

Jiang Chen asked in a deep voice.

Perhaps not understanding him, there was no response.

Jiang Chen turned his head and asked again, "Got a knife?"

"If you rush up like this, you’ll only get chopped up by their wild slashes."

"So if I don’t fight back, they won’t chop me up?"

An almost incredulous Jiang Chen struggled to hold back his swearing.

Lan Peizhi, without saying more, raised her hand.

Jiang Chen looked down.

There, in that delicate palm, a small, refined butterfly knife had appeared at some point.

"Got anything else? Even a dagger would do."

Truth be told, he had never even handled such a thing before, let alone used one.

"No."

Lan Peizhi’s reply was crisp and to the point.

Jiang Chen had no choice.

Having something is better than nothing.

It’s better to have it than to be empty-handed, whether you can use it or not.

He took the pitch-black butterfly knife that was passed to him.

"Follow me, and as soon as you find an opening, run. Don’t worry about me,"

He turned to the side, looking at the assassins who were less than ten meters away, completely forgetting the kind of woman he was shielding behind him.

Damn chivalry.

Lan Peizhi said nothing, just gazed at his not particularly burly figure.

The footsteps of the assassins were getting faster until they broke into a jog.

The murderous intent surged more fiercely!

Jiang Chen took a deep breath, tightened his grip on the butterfly knife he hardly knew how to use, and his eyes narrowed, turning ferocious.

"Fuck your mother!"

As several assassins closed in, Jiang Chen could no longer hold back his emotions and took the initiative to meet them head-on.

He had been in fights numerous times since he was young, but it was his very first time engaging in a knife fight for real.

Even if he didn’t know how to use it, the butterfly knife was still a knife. Being able to wave it, stab, and slash was enough.

At this life-or-death moment, there was no room for the slightest mercy. Jiang Chen clenched his teeth and unleashed all of his body’s potential, kicking one person away while simultaneously dodging another’s dagger with a tilt of his head. At the same time, the butterfly knife in his hand stabbed fiercely into the assailant’s abdomen.

"Tch!"

Blood splattered.

There was no time to pause as more assassins came one after another.

Jiang Chen pulled out the knife and continued to fight fiercely.

Behind him,

Lan Peizhi stood there unmoving, as if the matter had nothing to do with her, showing not the slightest intention to help.

The fight was also underway on Xu Kuan and the others’ side.

Although they were at an absolute disadvantage in numbers, they had the upper hand in "individual combat capabilities." They knocked down several assassins in an instant and grabbed the weapons from their hands. For a short time, there should be no problem.

"Whoosh..."

Blood splashed in all directions.

An assassin clutched his neck, his eyes filled with pain and unwillingness as he fell to the ground.

Jiang Chen, covered in blood, had no time to feel what it was like to kill someone for the first time as an assassin was already lunging at him with a knife, stepping on the roof of a car.

With no other option, Jiang Chen could only retreat awkwardly, inadvertently bumping into Lan Peizhi.

"Didn’t I tell you to run?!"

He gasped for air. At a time like this, he couldn’t care less about his tone.

Lan Peizhi did not get angry but calmly said, "Tell me where to run."

Jiang Chen was at a loss for words.

Indeed.

There were too many people; everywhere he looked were shadows.

As soon as he knocked one person down, someone would immediately step in, leaving no gap for escape.

"Go back, into the elevator!"

From his attempts just now, Jiang Chen knew that trying to fight a bloody path out was wishful thinking. The only option was to escape upwards.

Lan Peizhi didn’t move.

"Go!"

Jiang Chen extended his bloody hand to pull her.

"Give me the knife."

Lan Peizhi held out her hand.

Jiang Chen was slightly stunned.

At this moment, three more assassins came slashing at them, ferocious and violent.

Lan Peizhi pulled him behind her with a backhand, then nimbly twisted her body and slapped one of them on the forehead.

"Smack!"

It was like a thunderclap on a clear day; the assassin’s body trembled, then he stood stupefied, not moving. Soon, a startling scarlet blood slowly oozed from his orifices before he collapsed limply to the ground.

This scene stunned the other two; perhaps they could not believe that a demure woman could possess such fierce strength.

"Crack!"

Another spine-chilling sound of bones breaking echoed.

Distracted at such a critical moment, one was bound to pay a severe price.

Before snapping back to reality, one had his neck broken.

In Jiang Chen’s widened pupils, that nearly one-meter-eight tall assassin who was already dead was lifted by Lan Peizhi with one hand and thrown at the oncoming assassins.

"Boom!"

For a moment, people were knocked over like tenpins.

"Give me the knife."

Jiang Chen took a deep breath.

"Catch!"

He threw it, and the still pitch-black butterfly knife traced an arc before steadily landing in Lan Peizhi’s hand.

Advancing instead of retreating.

"Slash!"

In the blink of an eye.

Blood jetted out.

The remaining assailant’s heart was pierced.

Withdraw the knife.

Keep moving.

The woman surrounded by enemies moved as if she were in a realm devoid of others, always keeping the pitch-black butterfly knife in whirlwind twirls in her hand, leaving cries wherever she passed—no one was her match for even a moment!

Jiang Chen finally understood where the title "Blood Bodhisattva" came from.

"Go!"

Jiang Chen snapped back to reality.

Within the heavy scent of blood, the woman looked back.