Three bullets shot toward her face. She used a footwork technique to dart backward, her pupils shrinking to pinpoints from the sudden stress.
After firing three shots, Lin did not pursue. He watched as she lowered her body, raised her blade with both hands level with her brows, and aimed its tip at him.
It was not that he did not want to pursue.
He simply could not.
After a brief pause, Lin moved.
He became a bolt of black lightning, gun in his right hand and dagger drawn in his left as he charged Sakura.
"Clang!"
The blades collided, driving away the darkness of the night.
"What's going on? Why is Lin here?"
Kevin had been preparing to greet the assassin's attack from the ship, but when he saw Lin emerge from the woods, he was completely baffled.
Mei remained calm, hands in her pockets as she watched the distant battle. "Lin arrived a few hours ago. He sent me an encrypted message and asked me to leave the assassin to him."
"Then why didn't you tell me?"
"Lin said he needed a few hours to prepare. If he did not make it in time, then I was to send you into battle."
Hearing Mei's explanation, Kevin understood their plan, but another question followed.
"Does Lin know that assassin?"
Her close-quarters combat was inferior to his own.
Sakura reached that conclusion after a round of exchanges.
Even though Lin could keep up with her movements, she clearly surpassed him in both speed and skill.
Lin had received systematic training in close combat and should have been stronger than most people. However, compared to Sakura, who had practiced swordsmanship since childhood, he still fell far short. Swordsmanship was not something one could catch up on in just a