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Chapter 147, Section 44: Don't Challenge a Well-Prepared Bat

Chapter 147, Section 44: Don't Challenge a Well-Prepared Bat

To be fair, the brothers' first collaboration was quite impressive, especially Dick, whose agility and flexibility posed almost no obstacle to Jason.

One is agile and versatile, while the other delivers powerful and impactful blows. If these two were given more time to hone their teamwork, Qin Wei, who has only recently started working without a license, might be able to consider retirement.

But right now, these two are still a bit inexperienced.

The female claws seized Dick's knee, their sharp claws digging into his flesh and cruelly severing several ligaments.

With a painful groan, she grabbed Dick and slammed him against the wall.

In those brief two seconds, Jason wasn't idle either. He grabbed the broken telescopic baton and stabbed it hard into Claw's abdomen. But the pain was negligible for an opponent enhanced with double Amber Gold, and it didn't even make Claw's gaze shift.

Having experienced the riots of twenty years ago, Mary Turner knew all too well the power of the League of Assassins.

Their blades and projectiles are coated with neurotoxins, which greatly prolong the healing time once a person is cut, giving the opponent enough time to disembowel them and dig out the amber gold buried inside.

Especially the masked assassin nicknamed "Bronze Tiger".

After Mary and her companions painstakingly killed their opponent, they pulled a handful of amber gold from his pocket.

Today, he saw the bronze tiger emblem on his opponent's shoulder.

As the saying goes, enemies are bound to be furious when they meet. Even though the double amber gold was eroding her body and devouring her will, Mary was determined to kill Dick.

With one kick, she sent Jason, that annoying fly, flying, and delivered a fatal blow to Dick, who was hanging upside down on the wall.

Just as the hidden blade was about to reach Dick's heart, a cold light shot out from the shadows and severed the blade on the spot.

Are there more experts?

Mary was greatly alarmed, but she did not stop her attack.

The broken hidden blade failed to pierce the soft armor, but the fist struck Dick's heart squarely, causing the boy to cough up blood; presumably, his ribs had been shattered.

Jason, who had rolled over to his feet, was heartbroken to see Dick vomiting blood.

After learning about Dick's ordeal from Qin Wei, he felt a deep sense of guilt.

Jason, having failed to eradicate the gang since becoming the King of the East District, leading to the tragedy, feels an undeniable responsibility for the fate of Dick's family. However, the dead cannot be brought back to life, and all Jason can do now is to make amends and do everything in his power to protect Dick.

Roaring, Jason unleashed a torrent of ammunition at Claw, lunging forward fearlessly and grabbing Claw's waist tightly.

The opponent's physique was similar to William's, both of whom were vulnerable to grappling techniques. Jason wanted to use the same method to subdue the female claw, but he didn't have time to think about what to do after throwing her down.

However, in his haste to finish his work, he forgot to watch out for Li'er's leg attack.

By the time he realized what was happening, a swift knee strike had already landed on his face.

At the critical moment, the carbon fiber mask that Thomas had customized for him saved his life. Jason fell to the ground with his head tilted back. His head was hit so hard that his eyes were bloodshot and his mind was spinning. He almost fainted, but when he saw the sharp claws swinging their knives at Dick out of the corner of his eye, he squeezed out some strength from his bones and rammed into the other party.

Mary was surprised that Jason could get up again. She was knocked to her knees and looked back in surprise, only to see the man shakily getting up while holding onto the wall.

Blood dripped from the bottom of the hood onto the snow. Jason's body was convulsing uncontrollably; he didn't need fists or kicks, a gust of wind seemed capable of knocking him to the ground.

"Your opponent is here—look this way!!!"

Jason pounded his chest to encourage himself.

This provocative act finally ignited Claw's fury.

Through the mask, he vaguely saw an enemy rushing towards him, leaving three afterimages.

How should we retaliate?

This was no longer a question he should be considering. He had already lost his fighting ability and could only use his broken body to buy Dick a little more time, even if it was just a second.

Perhaps in just this one second, Qin Wei will arrive, and Dick will have a chance to live.

As for himself.

"Ha! I hope my body won't be too cold by then."

Jason didn't think he could survive, but even if he was doomed, he didn't want to surrender.

With strength that seemed to come from nowhere, the young man spread his arms and defiantly swung them at the claws.

In that instant, time slowed down.

The dark shadow that fell from the sky obscured his vision, and Jason had never seen so clearly every tear and bloodstain on the man's cloak.

He recognized the other person just by their figure.

Ah, heroes always arrive late, but each time they do so, they bring with them the light of hope.

Jason's tense nerves completely relaxed at this moment, and his tired muscles pulled at the corners of his mouth, raising a barely perceptible arc.

I've held on for a long time; now it's up to you.

Qin Wei, who descended from the sky, didn't have time to think about tactics. He rushed into the battlefield just to shield Jason from this fatal blow.

He had wasted too much time preparing equipment to deal with the Claws, and the hacker kept talking in his ear about the real-time battle situation, which was driving him crazy.

Now, that urgency has been transformed into a raging inferno, which has been unleashed upon the claws.

Without dodging or avoiding, Qin Wei caught the hidden sword with his bare hands. As the sharp blade pierced his palm, his large, thick hand enveloped the back of the claw, his five fingers locking it firmly like steel clamps.

Mary was startled by the strange man who had fallen from the sky. Before she could react, she was met with a powerful back throw.

Boom!

In a dizzying moment, she was slammed to the ground, a knee pressing down on her throat.

Mary did not panic. In just two moves, she had already assessed Qin Wei's reaction and strength. He was stronger than the two little guys, but still no match for her.

An ordinary person would quickly faint from lack of oxygen if forced to kneel, but these tricks are no match for Claws, which are endowed with super self-healing abilities by Amber Gold.

This position made it inconvenient to thrust with the hidden dagger, so Mary took out the dagger from her waist and stabbed it towards Qin Wei's neck.

When they first clashed, she noticed that her opponent was wearing thick armor, with only the skin showing through where the hood and cloak met.

For an assassin, the sheen of that bright color is like the lure of blood to a shark.

Mary had already planned her next move: if the opponent raised their hand to block, she would switch to attacking the throat from the front, as the speed at which she could change the direction of the blade by rotating her wrist would be faster than the human body's reaction speed.

Strangely, even as the blade was about to pierce his neck, Qin Wei still showed no intention of raising his hand.

Click!

With a sharp crack, just as the dagger was about to pierce its target, Mary's arm suddenly broke.

That's right, it wasn't a broken bone, but rather a brittle break at the elbow joint, like the Venus de Milo plaster sculpture.

Mary turned her head away, staring incredulously at the layer of white frost covering the broken wound.

Low temperature?

She felt a chill run down her spine as she realized what was happening.

Amber-gold composites are sensitive to low temperatures, but regardless of how this information was leaked, how did the other party create localized low temperatures?

Because her view was obstructed, she didn't know what tricks Qin Wei had used—was it magic or sorcery?

Until the liquid nitrogen spray gun was pointed at her face, a cruel sneer rose from beneath the shattered mask.

"Has anyone told you this? When bats are getting ready, you'd better run for your life!"