In fact, the moment he saw five women who were not even Grand Boxers boldly pressing so close, Lian Youming had realized something was wrong. Almost the instant the gun muzzles appeared, he ducked and lunged, curling into a ball as he tumbled and leaped through the corridor, constantly shifting position to dodge the bullets.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
The strange gunshots tore through the curtain of rain, striking sparks off the brick and stone.
After several evasive movements, Lian Youming crouched behind the corpse of the man whose heart he had torn out. Only when he lowered his gaze did he notice a thin line of blood slowly seeping from his chest.
A bullet had grazed him.
The dense gunfire continued, striking the corpse in front of him and spraying blossoms of blood.
Lian Youming pressed his dry lips together.
He had nearly died without even knowing why.
But watching the shifting lines of fire and hearing the gunshots drawing closer, he knew he had to devise a response as quickly as possible.
The Japanese woman had already withdrawn, reacting with remarkable speed.
Beyond the eaves, the five women were changing positions in the curtain of rain. Three fired from the front while two circled around to the side.
Just then, they saw the corpse on the ground suddenly stand upright and fly straight into the rain.
For an instant, every gaze was drawn toward it, along with most of their firepower.
At that same moment, a ghostly black shadow ducked low. Blending into the pitch-black night, he raced along the ground on all fours and darted into the curtain of rain, moving so fast he forgot life and death.
Faster! Faster! Faster!
Lian Youming's gaze was steady as still water. Like an arrow loosed from a bow, he slid