I Received Messages From Future Self!
Chapter 350 - Chapter 350 Chapter 346 Tiger Falls in Pingyang

Chapter 350: Chapter 346 Tiger Falls in Pingyang Chapter 350: Chapter 346 Tiger Falls in Pingyang Facing the siege of over a hundred people, Taotie exerted all his strength, dodging and weaving, continuously stabbing out with the rifle in his hands, cutting down one enemy after another.

But ultimately, two fists are no match for four hands!

Soon, Taotie was wounded as well.

His thigh, arms, and multiple other places were injured.

Fortunately, Taotie managed to avoid vital spots.

The stabbing pain kept stimulating Taotie’s nerves.

Taotie’s eyes became increasingly bloodshot.

His breath grew more and more furious!

“Kill!”

Taotie glared with wide eyes, roaring like thunder.

Frightened by this, the enemy in front of him hesitated in his movements.

With a jab of his rifle, Taotie killed an enemy in front of him and snatched the machete out of his hands.

With the machete in hand, Taotie fought more fiercely than ever.

With each rise and fall of his hand, blood splattered everywhere.

As the wounds on Taotie’s body multiplied, his eyes bloodied with killing frenzy, killing to the point of numbness, leaving only a mechanical swing of his blade.

If his blade became dull, he would just grab another and continue the slaughter.

Taotie’s body was already soaked with blood, some his own, but mostly his enemies’.

The only thing that kept him standing and swinging his blade was the sight of his daughter’s chubby face and her sweet smile.

To rescue his trapped wife and daughter, even if his arm was pierced, Taotie would just frown and casually cut down his enemy.

Seeing such a gruesome scene, Bao Yuan was shocked and his eyes reddened.

With the rifle he picked up, he fired continuously, killing the enemies rushing toward Taotie.

Taking some of the pressure off Taotie.

When he ran out of bullets, Bao Yuan would just go and pick up more.

Bao Yuan didn’t even know how many shots he had fired.

When he heard the sound of an empty chamber again, he realized there was a pile of spent casings at his feet.

There were no more magazines for him to pick up around.

Seeing Taotie still continuously swinging his blade despite being half-kneeling on the ground with a bayonet wound in his thigh in front of the mansion, and the numerous bodies around him, Bao Yuan threw his gun aside, grabbed two bayonets, gritted his teeth and charged forward, positioning himself in front of Taotie to confront the swarm of enemies.

Seeing Bao Yuan’s back, Taotie cracked a smile and spat out a mouthful of bloody foam.

Taotie felt an unprecedented exhaustion.

His eyelids were so heavy!

His vision was blurring.

But Taotie knew he couldn’t sleep.

If he closed his eyes, he might never wake up again.

He hadn’t yet heard Nannan call him “Daddy”; he couldn’t die yet. He hadn’t saved enough for her dowry, nor had he introduced Jiang Xinyan, the silly girl who had a child without telling him, to Princess Your Highness. The world was full of bad people, and only Princess Your Highness could protect her and her daughter in the future.

Taotie picked up a rifle to use as a crutch and stood up; he leaned the gun on his lower back for support, looking at the young man fighting bloodily in front of him.

The young man’s Kung Fu skills were still far inferior to his own. Although he was trying his hardest to keep them at bay, some of the enemies broke through the line he had set up, snarling as they rushed towards himself.

Taotie glared fiercely, struggling to raise the blunted knife in his hand and aimed it at the enemy from afar.

“Come at me, you little bastards!”

Taotie roared furiously.

A few enemies exchanged glances, and two of the braver ones, raising their bayonets, charged at Taotie.

Thump–

The dull thud of blades piercing flesh and skin resonated.

Two bayonets had pierced Taotie’s abdomen.

But at his feet also lay two severed heads; as his support faltered, Taotie staggered back two steps and fell to his knees, the blood from the wounds on his legs dripping down his pant legs onto the ground.

Seeing this, the enemies who hadn’t charged yet seemed to regain their courage and rushed at Taotie with raised blades.

“Am I going to die?”

“How unwilling I feel…”

As he watched the enemies approach, Taotie smiled bitterly.

Taotie never thought that he would die at the hands of a mob of nobodies from sheer exhaustion.

For all his fierce bravery, to die in such a cheap way seemed an insult.

“Son-in-law!”

Noticing the commotion at Taotie’s location, Bao Yuan roared in desperation, trying to break free to save Taotie but was instead left with multiple wounds by enemies who took advantage of the situation.

Bao Yuan fought fiercely to cut down the attacking enemies and rushed toward Taotie, but sudden sharp pain in his calf made him collapse instantly; a bayonet-tipped rifle was embedded in his leg.

Before Bao Yuan could react, several enemies with fierce smiles swarmed him, their bayonets piercing his body multiple times, leaving gaping bloody holes. The ruthless enemies deliberately avoided his vitals, not wishing to grant him a swift death.

Seeing Bao Yuan’s disastrous state made Taotie nearly burst at the seams, but already near his limit, how could he, who could barely save himself, save this youth who both revered and feared him?

After so many had died, finally subduing Taotie and Bao Yuan seemed a victory to the old man, who walked over with a few bodyguards, sneering triumphantly.

Stroking his goatee, his eyes full of smug satisfaction, he didn’t rush to have Taotie and Bao Yuan executed but instead waved his hand: “Bring them!”

Taotie suddenly realized something!

He burst into rage!

“Bastard!”

“I’m going to kill you!”

Taotie struggled to get up and lunged at the old man.

But as he rose, he was struck on the back by a rifle butt; Taotie lost his balance and crashed heavily to the ground, glaring furiously at the old man as he lay there.

The old man grinned viciously: “Bring them quickly!”

In Taotie’s helpless yet enraged gaze, Jiang Xinyan and Jiang Nannan were pushed out of the manor by several Dahan.

Her body covered in blood and with several knife wounds, a dagger still embedded in her shoulder, Jiang Xinyan’s blood flowed from the wound, trickling down her sleeve, dropping as she walked, as if a striking blood-red flower bloomed in her wake.

Jiang Xinyan looked at Taotie in despair. The tears she’d stubbornly held back cascaded down when she saw him. She wanted to rush to Taotie but was restrained by two strong men; no matter how much she struggled, she couldn’t break free but instead received two slaps, causing a startling trail of blood to trickle from the corner of her mouth.

With her lips pressed tightly together to keep from crying out, Jiang Xinyan could only look helplessly at Taotie.

Jiang Nannan’s little face was deathly pale, her large eyes brimming with tears, filled with innocence and terror; her chubby cheeks were swollen, a clear slap imprint visible, causing Taotie’s heart to nearly shatter.

Seeing this, Taotie’s fury knew no bounds; he almost ground his teeth to powder.

The man, who had never shed tears of iron and steel, silently let two lines of muddy tears roll down his cheeks, murmuring repeatedly, “I’m sorry, Daddy didn’t protect you,” as he used his hands and feet to crawl towards his daughter, intending to embrace his frightened child.

But before he had crawled very far, the old man waved his hand, and a tall man stepped out from behind him and stomped on Taotie’s back, brutally smashing him into the blood-soaked and flesh-littered mud.

“Hahaha…”

Seeing this, the old man laughed uproariously.