The School Beauty’s Super Rogue
Chapter 323: 321 Brothers in Arms

Chapter 323: Chapter 321 Brothers in Arms

At the same time, the injured Dancing Demon went berserk and was about to chase after Qin Hao. The God of Thieves immediately charged forward recklessly, the dagger in his hand slashing out shards of cold light, forcibly halting Dancing Demon’s steps.

Dancing Demon watched Qin Hao’s retreating figure getting farther and farther, and anger exploded in his heart!

The wound on his stomach was just a shallow cut, not affecting any organs. He looked at the God of Thieves with furious contempt, shouting coldly, “Annoying fly, I will kill you!!”

With his words, the top ten Protectors under the Dancing Demon’s assassin group arrived immediately, surrounding the God of Thieves in an instant.

A fierce battle erupted instantly.

The Dancing Demon intended to first use his top ten Protectors to deal with this annoying guy in front of him, and then personally chase after Qin Hao.

However, to his surprise, the God of Thieves, as if gone mad, endured the attacks from behind, clinging to the Dancing Demon’s every step like a relentless leash, rendering him immobile!

The Dancing Demon flew into another rage, unleashing cold rays from his triangular spike, slicing across the God of Thieves’ arm under the clear moonlight.

A spray of blood shot out, and a deep bone-revealing gash appeared on the God of Thieves’ right arm. The wound was so deep that the blood-red muscles on either side rolled outward, the excruciating pain causing cold sweat to drip from the God of Thieves’ forehead.

He switched hands, gripping the dagger again, using his body technique to narrowly dodge several Protectors closing in, charging once more at the Dancing Demon.

The Dancing Demon was instantly infuriated, watching Qin Hao get farther away, immediately dodging and aiming to stab the triangular spike straight into the God of Thieves’ heart.

Yet at that critical moment, from afar Fang Zhenwu fired again, knocking the blade away. Subsequently, bullets shot out from the gun barrel like the scythe of the Death God.

In no time, the Protectors under the Dancing Demon had four or five casualties.

Meanwhile, the God of Thieves was now covered in wounds, especially his back, with scars one after another, blood seeping continuously like little streams, pooling beneath his feet.

The ground where he stood was already soaked in dark red.

Even though the God of Thieves was exhausting all his strength, avoiding vital areas each time, these non-fatal wounds added together made him feel as if he was being tortured, sustaining with his last breath.

The Dancing Demon simultaneously raged, waving the triangular spike, charging in with a roar, and this time, Fang Zhenwu’s sniper did not fire.

The God of Thieves barely twisted his body, avoiding his kidney, and then felt a chill in his stomach as the Dancing Demon’s triangular spike stabbed clean through him!

“Cough, cough! Cough!!”

Blood flowed from the God of Thieves’ mouth like an opened faucet. He was covered in wounds, his face stained with blood, yet his eyes alone shone with a piercing cold under the moonlit night!

“Don’t… don’t think about leaving!!”

A mocking cold smile tugged at his lips, as he gripped the half-exposed triangular spike in his stomach with one hand, while the other hand twisted the dagger in an attempt to plunge it into the Dancing Demon’s stomach!

“Hehe, come on, let’s die together!!”

His eyes flashed crazily, with the look of wanting to perish together with the Dancing Demon.

The Dancing Demon frowned, suddenly letting go and leaping back, avoiding the dagger, and turned to see Qin Hao already reaching the hospital’s outer wall.

Meanwhile, on a rooftop nearby.

Fang Zhenwu suddenly faced an attack from a mysterious group. His sniper rifle was sliced by a sharp axe whirling in from afar, severing half the barrel.

Several professional assassins in black, wielding daggers, were locked in fierce combat with Fang Zhenwu.

Qin Hao couldn’t afford to care about all this now; today was the Heaven and Earth Net, he couldn’t afford to be sentimental, or more would be sacrificed. Yet his eyes were cold, hands clenched tightly, fingernails digging into his palms, unable to suppress his growing anger.

“If anything happens to Xiaowu and the God of Thieves, Dancing Demon, Xiao Family, none of you will live.”

Qin Hao thought with gritted teeth.

Swiftly, Qin Hao reached the base of the hospital wall, taking a deep breath, launching himself up, grabbing the top of the wall, and climbing up directly.

He squatted atop the wall, what was usually a routine motion as easy as eating or drinking now consumed almost all his strength.

Unknowingly, the moon above was now hidden behind clouds. With the faint light from the lone streetlamp still lit in the hospital, he glanced back.

This glance caught the sight of the God of Thieves with a triangular spike skewered through his stomach, teetering amidst the Dance Demon’s Protectors’ onslaught.

“God of Thieves!!!”

Qin Hao’s fist clenched tightly, fingernails piercing into his palm, drawing blood. Yet this pain was not even a fraction of the turmoil within his heart.

The God of Thieves sensed something, turning his head to look at Qin Hao perched atop the wall, a comforting smile playing at his lips, then curling his hand with a thumbs-up.

This was the gesture most frequently used by the Nightmare brothers.

On the battlefield, this gesture held countless meanings.

Qin Hao felt a sour twinge in his nose, nearly unable to hold back tears.

But now was no time for sorrow, nor was there any right to grieve.

For every second of his now was paid by his fellow brothers, by the God of Thieves and Fang Zhenwu, paid in their flowing blood for him!

He would never let his brothers’ blood be shed in vain!

Qin Hao struck the wall hard with his clenched fist, filled with anger! But he remained calm! Without further hesitation, he leaped down the wall, fleeing the hospital.

Behind him, the God of Thieves and Dancing Demon clashed once again.

Life and death, perhaps at this moment, were no longer important to the God of Thieves.

Once out of the hospital, Qin Hao dared not stop, choosing a direction to dash madly ahead. The frailty of his body and the weight of his sorrow threatened to overwhelm him, yet he could only grit his teeth, forcing himself to keep running.

As long as one lives, there is hope.

This was the single belief sustaining Qin Hao. He kept running, the hospital fading into the distance, the night slowly giving way to dawn, as a pale light emerged in the distant east.

The sky would soon brighten, and hope surged in Qin Hao’s heart. Turning a corner, he reached a village amidst the city, chaotic with haphazardly built houses, a perfect place to hide.

Here, Qin Hao was about to find a place to hide, but a group of figures rapidly poured out from the street corner in front of him.

Qin Hao’s expression instantly darkened, stopping his steps, glancing back to see a large group dressed in black combat suits blocking his retreat as well.

Qin Hao was trapped in a small alley.

It was evident that the enemy had been prepared, following him all the way until now to strike!!

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind!

Heh.

Truly a killing field filled with traps.