Wu Yingying's body shuddered. Then, as she locked eyes with Jiang Cheng, her blood-red figure lunged at him. But a blade flashed even faster, its light spilling across the floor as it slashed toward Wu Yingying's abdomen under the despairing gazes of the Fatty and the others. It struck her just before her hand could pierce Jiang Cheng's chest.
The sharp blade didn't cut through Wu Yingying's slender waist. It only landed with a dull thud, knocking her back.
Only after the Fatty and the others came to their senses did they realize Wu stood in front of Jiang Cheng, holding his blade in reverse. He had struck Wu Yingying with the back of the blade.
Wu Yingying was fast, but the despair and pain in her eyes were even more heart-wrenching. Jiang Cheng understood completely: this wasn't her true self. She was now nothing more than the president's puppet.
The sudden appearance of the River Goddess instantly shifted the balance of power. As an enforcer for the bus, her strength was beyond question. In a previous mission, she had even fought Wu head-on without falling behind.
Now it was two against two, and they were still in the president's home ground, Jile Lou. The situation looked grim.
But that wasn't all. Excited shouts rang out as two ropes slowly descended from the darkness high above. Each had someone tied to it.
"Brother Jiang! Brother Jiang, save me!" Huai Yi was bound up like a dumpling. When he saw Jiang Cheng and the others, he reacted as if he'd seen his saviors, struggling and shrieking in midair. "Brother Fugui... Brother Fugui, look at me! It's Huai Yi!"
"Quiet! Do you want to distract them and get us killed here, too?!" Wang Qi scolded him from the other rope.
At that,