"Host, Black Hawk is now five meters away from you. Four meters... three meters..."
Yan Wen gripped the wooden stick tightly in one hand and held on to Qi Shu Yu with the other. The two stood close together.
"Xiao Qi, bring up Night Mode."
The moment Yan Wen finished speaking, everything before him became clearly visible. Though the view was only the size of a screen, it was enough.
Xiao Qi warned Yan Wen, "Black Hawk is less than two meters away now. Get ready, Host. Three, two, one—watch out!"
As soon as Xiao Qi finished, Yan Wen spun around, pushing Qi Shu Yu behind him with one hand and swinging the wooden stick at the person approaching from behind with the other. Yan Wen held nothing back. The stick struck Black Hawk squarely on the forehead and snapped on impact.
Blood immediately streamed down Black Hawk's forehead. He wiped at it, smearing blood all over his face.
Black Hawk's night-vision goggles were knocked off too. He clutched his head and fought back a cry of pain.
Qi Shu Yu could not see clearly, but he knew exactly what had happened. He could vaguely make out Yan Wen striking someone, and there was no need to guess who it was: Black Hawk.
Before Black Hawk could react, Yan Wen pulled Qi Shu Yu over, then raised the stick in his hand and dealt another heavy blow to Black Hawk's back.
Black Hawk collapsed to the ground. Yan Wen nudged him with his foot and only breathed a sigh of relief when he got no response.
Yan Wen kicked the short knife away from Black Hawk's hand, then found a Miniature Stun Baton and a phone in his pockets.
He unlocked the phone with Black Hawk's fingerprint and opened the