Mated at First Sight
Chapter 508 - 349: Being Favored (Second Update)_2

Chapter 508: Chapter 349: Being Favored (Second Update)_2

Fear spread among everyone, yet sadly, it hardly lasted, as they fell as well.

From a slow start to a rapid end.

Within mere minutes, nearly everyone had fallen and laid motionless.

Subconsciously, someone stepped out from their hiding spot and paced forward. However, they suddenly stopped after a couple of steps and instead, began to retreat.

...

The sound of bullets whizzing past their ears gradually softened. The members of Ying Sun vaguely felt a sense of oddity.

What has happened?

From the beginning until now, the few sentences that Mu Lin said didn’t make sense to them.

First, he called out to Qiaozi and seemed to have thrown something. In the chaotic scene, they couldn’t see clearly. Then, the words that Mu Lin said to Qiaozi seemed like a riddle to the rest.

Clutching his head, Wu Ya stated that he didn’t understand at all, but everything happening before his eyes told him that he should understand.

Many started to doubt their own intelligence inexplicably.

As the opposition ceased firing, Ying Sun also gradually stopped. The previous scene disappeared entirely at that moment. Despite being outnumbered this time, surprisingly, not a single member of Ying Sun was harmed, not even by a grazed bullet.

Gazing at the corpses strewn in front of them, the members of Ying Sun felt a strange pride.

Even though they hardly contributed to the downfall.

Once the sounds around him had completely dissipated, Mu Lin withdrew his binoculars from his backpack, looking at the man who had stepped out but was now retreating unbelievably. The corners of his mouth curled into a scornful smile.

He had sent his men charging into battle while he himself hid quite a distance away, even taking steps backward. Mu Lin mused that this was a true coward. She had never seen anything quite like this before.

However, it was because he had conveniently stayed out of range of her poison powder that he hadn’t fallen yet.

The poison powder that Mu Lin had dispersed was effective within a hundred meter radius, within a specified time frame. After all, Mu Lin didn’t want to harm the small creatures living in the Jungle.

This particular poison powder was developed by her after she had dealt with the first assassination attempt on her.

"Qiaozi," Mu Lin called out at the next moment, her voice containing a hint of mockery. "Don’t let this big shot escape. Hurry, your chance for revenge is here."

This mocking, almost laughing voice sent chills down the members of Ying Sun, penetrating them to their cores.

Right as Li Wenshuai was retreating and preparing to flee, he heard the shrill cry of a hawk. As he looked up, he saw the prey he had once intended to capture, charging swiftly toward him. The hawk’s eyes were vicious and its talons were tinged with blood.

Li Wenshuai, who had been so scared that he had forgotten to draw his gun, turned around without hesitating to run.

In his eyes, it seemed Qiaozi had come for revenge - which was indeed the case.

Unfortunately, his two legs would never be able to outrun that well-known speed.

"Remember to keep him alive." Mu Lin’s leisurely voice echoed again in Qiaozi’s earpiece. The voice was soft but didn’t affect Qiaozi’s hearing.

Could any prey targeted by Mu Lin and Qiaozi ever have a chance to escape from their clutches? It wasn’t even a question worth considering.

With a swift stroke of his sharp claws, the fleeing Li Wenshuai fell face-first into the ground. His face was now a mess, and he even had something hanging from his mouth. His tumble was so embarrassing, it cheered up all of Ying Sun as they emerged from their hiding spots, each holding a pair of binoculars to catch a clearer sight including the look on his face. They couldn’t miss this.

The battle had just ended, yet their hearts felt unusually light.

As for the binoculars in Mu Lin’s hand, they were now in Luo Shiyan’s possession.

Li Wenshuai’s back was ripped apart by Qiaozi’s sharp talons, directly damaging his battle attire. Qiaozi, having spent a lot of time with Jing Chen and his gang, knew exactly where to strike. The spot without the bulletproof vest was now a bloody mess.

Every part of his body ached so much that Li Wenshuai could no longer tell where exactly the pain was coming from.

The only thing he could confirm at this moment was that this battle had ended in his utter defeat.

From the beginning, he thought he had taken the opponent by surprise, but even as he pressed on, there wasn’t a glimmer of hope for victory.

He had entirely overestimated himself and underestimated the Special Forces... Ying Sun!

Another sharp claw.

Uncle Qiaozi always maintained what Little Mu Lin once said: If someone hurts you, never suppress your feelings or pretend to be generous. Return the favor however many times you deem fit.

It’s a matter of principle.