Rescue

As Hong Yan and Black Pupil cleared the area, Lin Qiye calmly walked toward Yurina in the center of the warehouse.

Kutaro, standing beside Yurina and preparing to cut off her finger, frowned. Gripping his short knife, he charged at Lin Qiye, his eyes filled with malice.

Lin Qiye glanced at him. Just as the blade was about to stab him, he lightly shifted aside, drove up his knee, and knocked the short knife from Kutaro's hand. Then, with a casual kick, he sent him flying dozens of meters like a sandbag. Kutaro slammed into the wall at the edge of the warehouse and crashed to the floor with a thud.

It had all happened too fast. Before Yurina could even react, the two-hundred-pound man was already lying in a corner of the warehouse, no longer breathing.

By the time Lin Qiye reached Yurina, Hong Yan had essentially finished clearing the room as well. Other than the three of them, no one remained standing in the warehouse, while a pool of blood slowly gathered at the entrance.

Even without using their Forbidden Ruins, it took them less than five seconds to deal with those thugs.

Having witnessed the deaths of his men, Iwami Yusuke's pupils contracted sharply. He sat stiffly on the black leather sofa, staring in horror at Hong Yan and Black Pupil in the corner, his lips trembling uncontrollably.

"What... what kind of monsters are you?!"

Compared to Hong Yan, Lin Qiye and Black Pupil's methods of killing were still relatively human. But Hong Yan's display had completely surpassed the limits of human understanding. Combined with those golden vertical pupils, it was hardly strange that he was seen as a monster.

Lin Qiye did not answer him. He lowered his head to look at Yurina, who was lying