"Thump!"
The bio-mechanical muscle elder collided with Number One.
The two men, their faces contorted in rage, reverted to their most primal form of combat.
A struggle, a roar.
Number One's veins were bulging all over his body, and every muscle was taut to the extreme.
Even if a steel blade were to strike at this moment, it would undoubtedly shatter into pieces.
Number Two wields the Eight-Cut Sword, moving in front and behind, combining offense and defense with short, rapid movements.
A flash of cold light revealed its sharpness.
Using his unique footwork, he engaged in close combat with the biochemical muscle researchers.
The sticky knife technique abruptly stopped the researcher's movements.
Surprisingly, the shortest player, Number Three, played with an exceptionally aggressive style.
Beneath the clothes lay muscles that looked as if they were cast from steel.
Every punch, every kick, was powerful and sweeping.
It could be two peaks piercing the ears, or an elbow striking the heart.
The level eight technique, extremely powerful and fierce, has reached a level of consummate skill.
For a time, the Trio were able to fight back and forth with six or seven researchers, holding their own against each other.
Bun Brother stared calmly at the Earth Dragon Blood Amber shimmering with yellow light behind the operating table.
In the midst of the chaos, his presence was minimized.
All for that one fleeting moment of opportunity.
Suddenly, a clear road appeared in Bun Brother's eyes, leading directly to the Earth Dragon Blood Amber!
"Thump!"
An even more exaggerated explosion than the previous Number One rang out, and the earth seemed to tremble.
Now, besides luck, there is finally the most reasonable explanation for why Bun Brother was allowed to take the Earth Dragon Blood Amber.
His greatest pride is his speed.
That's a speed that even the owner of White Court's steamed buns can't keep up with!
Its value is self-evident.
Everyone only saw a blur before their eyes as the terrifying speed left behind afterimages.
Some researchers at Medicine King Valley were even distracted by the incredibly realistic afterimages.
"Stop him!"
The muscular old man, who was wrestling with Number One, roared.
If the experiment is successful, the side effects of refining medicine with human blood can be perfectly eliminated.
Medicine King Valley will surely rise to glory once again.
"Splash!"
The vessel containing the Earth Dragon Blood Amber shattered, and Bun Brother grabbed it and turned to leave.
Suddenly, two dark figures loomed over Bun Brother.
Bun Brother remained completely calm, glancing at the scene with a composed expression before fleeing without hesitation.
"Bang!"
The shadowy figure delivered a heavy punch, but Bun Brother was unharmed.
Number Two and Number Three suddenly appeared on either side of Bun Brother, using their bodies to withstand the punch.
The Eight-Slash Sword twisted severely under the punch, and Number Three's knee slammed heavily into the floor.
"Pfft."
Both of them coughed up blood, but their eyes were unusually resolute.
We absolutely must send the Earth Dragon Blood Amber back.
Taking advantage of the weakened state of Number Two and Number Three, the shadowy figures pounced on them like malevolent demons.
"Your brothers seem to be reaching their limit," the old man grinned maliciously.
Number One was covered in bruises and blood, but his eyes were resolute. "This is our destiny."
"And who said they couldn't hold on?"
"Boom!"
Five or six researchers were sent flying backward. Number Two and Number Three stood up, shirtless, with blood gushing down their steel-like muscles.
Arms, chest, shoulders and back.
Every part of it was covered in blood and flesh.
But the two of them acted as if nothing had happened.
"Clanging and jingling."
Two syringes rolled off the hands of Number Two and Number Three. The two twisted their necks and stretched their arms before looking at the seemingly immortal researcher from Medicine King Valley.
"Round two, something neither human nor ghost," Number Two said coldly.
As soon as he finished speaking, his True Qi surged forth.
At that moment, the two of them seemed like demons who had crawled back from hell.
"Ha, you old codger." Number One grinned, revealing a mouthful of bloodstained white teeth. "Now, it's round two for us too."
"Crunch."
Number One bit the pill hidden in the corner of his mouth, and his strong body gradually became hot and red.
"Roar--!"
Number One, who had been at a disadvantage in the struggle, suddenly let out a roar like a wild beast, forcefully suppressing the old man.
On the other side, Bun Brother ran back the way he came, and naturally formed the best route to the tunnel in his mind.
There are no turns, only forward.
"Splash!"
"Boom!"
Everything that stood in the way was shattered.
At that moment, time was more precious than his life.
"He's here! Grab him!"
A flurry of footsteps sounded; reinforcements from Medicine King Valley had arrived.
Bun Brother's heart sank. Judging from the footsteps, there were many reinforcements from Medicine King Valley.
But he couldn't stop, because he didn't know the exit of the experimental area.
There's only one tunnel to get back.
Soon, Bun Brother saw the broken floorboards.
He leaped in, grabbed something, and then ran wildly through the tunnel.
But just as he entered the tunnel, figures appeared in the laboratory behind him.
"Detonate the experimental area, take people to the valley entrance to investigate!" A member of Medicine King Valley who appeared to be the leader quickly issued the order.
"Yes!"
Bun Brother was fleeing at top speed, a sudden sense of terror overwhelmed him.
"Boom boom boom!"
Explosions continued, the tunnel shook violently, sand and soil fell in torrents, and it looked like it was about to collapse.
Bun Brother stopped and looked up slightly.
Gravel landed on his cheeks, and he smiled helplessly, "Damn, there's even a self-destruct setting?"
He sighed softly.
Sorry, brothers.
I feel like I can't get out.
"Boom--!"
The tunnel completely collapsed, obscuring Bun Brother's body...
In the core experimental zone, the battle... is nearing its end.
Number One knelt on the ground, blood gushing from his body.
His arms hung limply at his sides, the arm bones broken.
The old man's arm was missing, and his chest and cheeks were deeply sunken.
Most people would have died from injuries like that.
Not far from Number One, Number Two Number Three lay in pools of blood, surrounded by the corpses of researchers.
But there's more.
Their breathing became barely perceptible, and their eyes, which were fixed on the members of Medicine King Valley, gradually lost their brightness.
At the end of their lives, the past flashed before their eyes like a revolving lantern.
Yes, when did they begin to give their lives to the Jiang Family and to the Young Master?
Ah, I remember now...
It was that snowy night.
In their childhood, the three of them depended on each other for survival, begging for a living.
They lived a life of constant hunger.
One day, an aunt gave me 100 yuan.
But in the eyes of the Trio at the time, the aunt who offered help was not gentle, and even made them a little scared.
After placing the banknotes into the bowl, she said in an extremely cold tone, "You can't survive by begging."
"So what if I'm young? So what if I have all sorts of limitations?"
"If you don't rely on yourselves, your final fate might be to die in a gutter or sewer, and no one will care."
Having said that, he turned and left.
On this snowy night, the Trio received three things.
A hundred-yuan bill, a cold statement, and a strong desire to survive.
From then on, they were willing to do anything and learn anything.
Selling flowers, making cakes...
I learned to sing, to paint, to film, and to run a business.
I used to run a roadside stall, and I managed to escape being caught by the urban management officers.
To survive, they fought with all their might, growing as tenaciously as wild grass.
When I was twelve, it was another snowy night.
The world's malice seemed to descend upon us all on that day.
His tools of livelihood were destroyed, his money was stolen, and he was beaten to the point of near death.
It seems that back then, just like now, I lay helplessly in the dark alley.
But then a child's voice asked, " Aunt Zhao, are they the ' The Trio ' you always talk about?"
"Yes, young Young Master."
"You must learn from their qualities."
"Heaven helps those who help themselves, and God abandons those who give up on themselves."
At that moment, all they saw was young Jiang Junyi frowning, and finally uttering a sentence:
"Can I be 'the sky'? I want to save them."
"Certainly."
From then on, Jiang Junyi was their everything.
Number One lowered its head, and blood mixed with saliva kept flowing from its mouth.
Number Two and Number Three, their eyes were now just a tiny slit...
I'm sorry, Young Master.
"Boom!"
The laboratory ceiling shattered instantly, letting in blinding light.
A jet-black figure crashed into the center like a meteorite...
Amidst the swirling Shadow, crimson eyes shone from the gold-patterned white face.
"Sorry I'm late."