Shasha

Shasha

The stone wall rose with a rumble, several meters high. Hong Mo's continuing pursuit strike slammed fiercely into it, sending countless fragments flying.

Sensing movement beneath his feet, Hong Mo swiftly withdrew. Several sharp stone spikes erupted from the ground almost right in front of him. He stopped over ten meters away and looked at the spikes and stone wall nearby. At this distance, given Mao Shaohui's injured condition, even if he tried to shoot him from the shadows, Hong Mo would have enough time to react.

After Hong Mo retreated, the stone wall rumbled back into the ground. The fat man landed in front of Mao Shaohui after a few leaps and carefully examined his injuries. Meanwhile, the little girl, not yet ten years old, watched Hong Mo warily.

At that moment, Mao Shaohui lay miserably amid the shattered ground. His pistol had vanished somewhere, and he frantically tried to hold shut the wound in his chest. But such a massive wound could not be plugged. Blood continued to pour through the gaps between his fingers as though it cost nothing.

"The artery was severed, and there's a tear in the heart," the fat man concluded almost instantly after Mao Shaohui removed his hands.

"Save me, save me! Whatever you want, I can give it to you!" Mao Shaohui grabbed the fat man, tears and snot streaming down his face. He was a prince of the capital, and he had awakened supernatural powers. He did not want to die. Whether power or strength, he had not had his fill of either.

The fat man frowned gravely, caught in a difficult position. Mao Shaohui was one of the capital's princelings. If he died here, Mountain Orange City would likely be rocked to its core.

However!

The fat man looked toward Hong Mo. Hong Mo stood expressionlessly some distance away. A fist-sized chunk was clearly missing from his waist, blood slowly spreading from the gunshot he had failed to evade earlier. And below his left wrist, only his pinky remained, dangling by a thin strip of flesh as blood dripped slowly down.

Hong Mo had known the fat man for a year. Hong Mo had happened to save him and his younger sister once. Though they had not interacted much, they could still be considered friends. There was not the slightest hesitation in Hong Mo's eyes. It was the determined look of someone who absolutely intended to kill Mao Shaohui.

What a pain. To be honest, the fat man did not like Mao Shaohui either, but this capital princeling truly could not die here.

Having made up his mind, the fat man stared at Hong Mo and silently mouthed two words: "Sorry."

At that moment, the little girl stood with her back to the fat man, still watching Hong Mo warily. Mao Shaohui lay pitifully on the ground and did not notice the fat man's small gesture either.

Sorry?

Hong Mo suddenly smiled. The fat man was a friend, and since he was a friend, Hong Mo could not make things difficult for him. But whether they could get away would depend on their own abilities.

"If you can save him, then try," Hong Mo said. At the same time, he grabbed the pinky still attached to his left wrist with his right hand, tore away the strip of skin connecting it, and tossed it aside.

Anyone unfamiliar with Hong Mo would surely have taken those words as a threat. But upon hearing him, the fat man let out a sigh of relief. He knew Hong Mo was telling him to do as he wished. Everyone had their own position; it was no big deal. Even so, they were still friends.

It was precisely because of this unspoken understanding that he had become friends with Hong Mo despite having known him for only a short time.

"Shasha, I'm counting on you." After saying that, the fat man inserted his right index finger into Mao Shaohui's heart.

The little girl Shasha did not answer after receiving the order. She stomped heavily on the ground with her right foot, shattering the earth into countless thumb-sized stones. Then she spread her hands, and the rubble swiftly floated upward, slowly orbiting around the three of them like a gray nebula.

Fragmented Star Cloud!

As the fat man's finger entered Mao Shaohui's heart, the blood that had been continuously gushing from the wound seemed to be drawn back, slowly flowing into the heart. Around the damaged blood vessels, invisible vessels appeared to form, allowing the blood to flow through the air.

Blood Control!

The fat man could control not only his own blood, but other people's as well. However, the conditions were extremely harsh: he had to be in direct contact with the other person's blood, and he could only control it within a range of less than ten centimeters.

This ability was naturally useless in combat, but at a time like this, it was quite effective for saving someone. Once the blood circulation in his chest returned to normal, Mao Shaohui finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"We're leaving!" Mao Shaohui ordered. This time, he had suffered a huge loss. If supernatural beings were not so resilient, he would probably have died just now.

Mao Shaohui's ability was Kinetic Empowerment. Normally, he empowered bullets with kinetic energy, unleashing terrifying attacks. Another ability unknown to others was that he could empower himself with kinetic energy.

With this ability, he could achieve an effect similar to "teleportation." Though the distance was not great, only about one meter, it still allowed him to evade many attacks.

Although he appeared fine now, it was all due to Fu Xunhong's ability. If Fu Xunhong removed his finger from Mao Shaohui's heart, Mao Shaohui would once again fall into mortal danger. Cherishing his life, Mao Shaohui decided to retreat as soon as he had recovered a little.

He was a capital princeling. He would not risk his life against these country bumpkins.

Upon receiving the order, Shasha's Fragmented Star Cloud split open at the rear, creating a gap just large enough for one person to pass through. Fu Xunhong kept his finger inserted in Mao Shaohui's heart as he supported Mao Shaohui and slowly backed away.

Hong Mo's heart pounded violently, his thoughts fragmented. His head felt as though it had been filled with paste, unbearably heavy, while the spot on his forehead grazed by the bullet occasionally sent out faint stabs of pain. It was not that his injuries had eased; he was simply nearing numbness.

Seeing Mao Shaohui about to leave just like that, Hong Mo rummaged through himself and pulled out a coin.

"Stop him, Shasha!" Mao Shaohui immediately ordered when he saw Hong Mo's movement.

Having received the command, the little girl said nothing. Several half-meter-tall stone slabs from the ground joined the Fragmented Star Cloud. At the same time, countless bits of rubble on the ground began to bounce violently.

With a crisp ding, a coin sprang into the air.

Before the coin could fall again, Shasha thrust her right hand outward through the air. Countless stone fragments shot toward Hong Mo like bullets. At the same time, she sharply raised her left hand, and several sharp stone spikes erupted beneath Hong Mo's feet.

The anticipated electromagnetic cannon never fired. While the coin was still in midair, it was knocked away by a piece of rubble.

Just as expected, the Railgun girl's move in the manga only worked because the plot demanded it. In a real fight, the enemy would not give you so many chances to show off.

Well, whatever. Hong Mo sprinted at high speed, evading the stone fragments that were comparable to Gatling gun fire, while his right hand pulled another five coins from his pants pocket. These were the last coins on him. As fierce as the fight had been, the coins in his clothes had long since been lost somewhere. His jeans pocket, however, was as sturdy as ever.

Hong Mo did not hold the five coins in his hand. Instead, they were firmly drawn by the electromagnetic field, pressed against the tips of the fingers of his right hand.

It seemed that unless he dealt with Shasha, he would have no chance to pursue Mao Shaohui. Hong Mo glanced at the little girl, not even ten years old, and his gaze gradually turned cold.

If you die, don't blame me.

His right arm bent before his chest like a tightly drawn bow, the five coins held firmly against his fingertips by the electromagnetic field.

Bzzzz!

Hong Mo suddenly swung his right hand forward, vibrating it rapidly five times. With every vibration, a coin shot out at high speed in a thick streak of white light.

At the moment Hong Mo swung his hand, Shasha pressed her palms together and clenched them tightly. The huge rocks rotating around them simultaneously moved in front of her, forming a solid barrier.

Boom, boom, boom!

Several explosions rang out in succession, and the huge rocks instantly shattered. Yet the broken fragments seemed bound by an invisible force, remaining firmly in front of Shasha.

Through the dust, Hong Mo saw Shasha's face twisted from overexertion.

Impressive!

Hong Mo praised her inwardly.

The fourth electromagnetic cannon blast was blocked as well, but by then, the stone wall serving as a shield had already shattered beyond repair. The massive wall had also been shoved right in front of Shasha by the cannon's force.

"Ah!" Little Shasha screamed. Her silky long hair flew wildly as bright red blood slowly trickled from her delicate nose.

The stone wall, which had been on the verge of splitting apart, fused together once more. After a violent impact, shattered rocks sprayed everywhere. Little Shasha was sent flying backward by the tremendous force, slammed into the wall, and fell to the ground.

Sorry!

Hong Mo's eyes were as scarlet as blood as he glanced at the motionless Shasha.