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Chapter 685 - 545 Closing the Net (Asking for Monthly Votes!)

Chapter 685: 545 Closing the Net (Asking for Monthly Votes!)

Lan Peizhi’s prowess exceeded everyone’s expectations.

In just under a minute, more than a dozen people had fallen tragically.

"Ah!"

Another one had his tendons severed, as the cold butterfly knife brought up scalding blood that cruelly slashed across his face following his arm.

"Clang."

The dagger hit the ground.

The assassin’s right hand hung limply, his face now sporting a shocking and horrific wound from the corner of his mouth to his forehead, emanating inhuman screams of agony.

Lan Peizhi’s face was expressionless, like a blood-colored Guanyin devoid of emotions. Without the slightest pause, she moved elegantly among the dense assassins as if drifting clouds and flowing snow, every frame filled with a backdrop of brilliant crimson.

A bloody massacre!

These fierce assassins had probably never seen such a woman, and despite their line of work, the continuous fall of their comrades chilled their hearts. For a moment, they hesitated, stepping back.

The overwhelming onslaught inexplicably paused.

Despite still having an overwhelming numerical advantage, the sight of Lan Peizhi alone instilled uncontrollable fear in the eyes of the assassins.

"That guy!"

Someone shouted, red eyes fixed on Jiang Chen.

"Chop him up!"

Pick on the soft ones.

A dozen people shifted their target, charging at Jiang Chen ferociously like ravenous wolves.

"All together!"

Meanwhile, the remaining troop boosted their morale and resumed their siege on Lan Peizhi, not giving her the chance to reinforce.

Damnit.

Can’t beat a woman, now using me as a pawn for venting their frustration?

Jiang Chen had no time for self-pity, glanced at the unstoppable Lan Peizhi, then at Xing Jie and others who were desperately enduring.

At this moment, no one could help share the pressure.

To survive, one had only to rely on oneself!

With no time to spare, Jiang Chen made a swift and exceedingly correct decision.

Turn and run!

Acting tough at such a time would undeniably be foolish.

His staying would only become a burden affecting Lan Peizhi’s focus.

Jiang Chen didn’t look back, sprinting for the elevator at the speed of a hundred-meter dash.

Ten meters.

Five meters.

Three meters.

"Beep beep beep..."

The elevator buttons were stained red.

"Ding."

The elevator doors slowly opened.

Jiang Chen quickly squeezed in, hit a floor at random, and then repeatedly pressed the close button.

But the cold program did not sense human urgency, and the doors still opened fully by routine, pausing briefly before closing again.

Normally this may seem trivial, but at this moment, the pace at which the elevator doors closed seemed agonizingly slow.

Jiang Chen breathed heavily, eyes fixed on the slowly closing doors.

The carnage and screams outside grew fainter.

Just as the doors were about to close completely.

"Swoosh!"

A gleaming dagger was thrust through.

Sensing an obstacle, the doors began to open again as programmed.

At the entrance.

Over a dozen assassins had arrived.

The leader smiled wickedly at Jiang Chen inside the elevator.

Jiang Chen smiled back.

Then.

Both men took simultaneous action.

One moving in.

The other moving out!

Jiang Chen seemed trapped with no way out in the elevator, but the confined space likewise limited the advantage of the assassins’ numbers. Facing the vicious thrust of the dagger, Jiang Chen’s arm nudged the assailant’s wrist aside while his right fist swung fiercely, hitting the attacker’s face.

The assassin who had just stepped into the elevator stumbled back, his dagger snatched by Jiang Chen.

His comrades supported him. Immediately, a few more with brutal expressions rushed into the elevator.

The cramped elevator became an unusual arena of life and death.

There was no retreat.

"Swoosh!"

"Swish!"

"Slash!"

The smooth metallic walls of the elevator constantly reflected the glint of daggers.

Quickly.

The first splash of blood sprayed onto them.

Then the second.

Though he had never gambled with his life against another’s, Jiang Chen was never a coward.

In other words, he never lacked the courage of a man!

With no way out, the only choice was to fight with all he had!

Desperation always brings out the greatest potential.

Jiang Chen clashed dagger against dagger. Amid the sharp clinks, the opponent’s dagger flew out of his hand.

Seizing the opportunity, Jiang Chen pulled the attacker, using his body like a shield and hurling it at another assassin in the elevator.

At the same time, another assailant’s dagger came at him with lethal precision.

At this instant, Jiang Chen had no room or time to dodge. He could only raise his left hand and grab the blade barehanded.

He firmly gripped the dagger.

Bright red blood quickly dripped through his fingers.

The weapon stopped less than three centimeters from his neck.

The assassin’s eyes were venomous, pushing with all his might.

Jiang Chen gritted his teeth, kicked at the assailant’s abdomen, and as the attacker staggered back, Jiang Chen followed up, his eyes reflecting ferocity no less intimidating than the killer’s, and with the dagger, he stabbed swiftly and repeatedly.

"Chchchchch..."

The assassin’s body trembled as blood trickled from his mouth, and with relentless strikes, Jiang Chen pinned him against the elevator wall.

The killer’s eyes widened in defiance, which slowly dispersed as his life force rapidly ebbed away. Slumping against the wall, he collapsed, riddled with wounds.

Only then did Jiang Chen stop, holding the blood-drenched dagger and turning around.

The assassins burst with rage, continuing their assault on him.

Three minutes later.

At the top floor of the building.

The elevator doors slowly opened.

Jiang Chen, slumped on the ground, propped himself up amid blood. Standing with unsteady steps, he staggered out of the elevator.