Chapter 229: Deceived?
“Damn it!”
“I knew it! How could someone be that fast?!”
“It was like freaking teleportation! Turns out, it wasn’t just one person!”
Taotie leaned against a tree trunk, cursing under his breath.
He had genuinely been frightened just now, thinking a super expert had appeared.
But in reality, it was a group of skilled fighters taking turns, creating an illusion—like a special effect straight out of a movie.
Taotie pulled out his gun, waiting for an opening.
The moment it came, he sprang out and squeezed the trigger without hesitation.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
His gun roared, its barrel sweeping through the darkness of the forest.
Each bullet flew toward the sources of the thrown projectiles.
Taotie was using technology to counter old-school weaponry.
He thrived on unpredictability.
Who said fights in the underworld had to be all about swordplay and hand-to-hand combat?
In a group fight, choosing a blade over a gun? That would be downright stupid.
Taotie’s marksmanship was nothing to scoff at.
Screams rang out from the forest.
Out of ten shots, six found their mark.
That was terrifying, considering he couldn’t even see his targets.
Chaos spread through the enemy ranks.
Clearly, there were a lot of them hiding.
And then—gunfire erupted from the forest in response.
But there were still more thrown weapons than bullets.
Taotie quickly ducked back behind the tree trunk.
He reloaded with practiced ease.
Now, he just had to wait for the next opportunity to strike.
He was certain this was an assassination squad.
They specialized in silent kills.
That’s why they carried so few firearms.
As for whether they were from Ragnarok?
Taotie didn’t care.
To him, they were already dead.
And who bothers about the origins of the dead?
Certainly not him.
Once the barrage of thrown weapons slowed, Taotie leapt out again.
This time, the enemy was prepared.
Out of ten bullets, only four hit their mark.
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Meanwhile…
Fang Xiaocao was sprinting for her life.
She could hear the footsteps behind her.
The pursuers were close—very close.
Whoosh!
A piercing sound sliced through the air.
Fang Xiaocao shuddered.
She dodged instinctively.
That sound—she knew it well.
It was the same sound her own throwing weapons made.
Sure enough.
Just as she swerved, a gleaming dagger embedded itself in a nearby tree trunk.
Fang Xiaocao narrowed her eyes.
“You throw at me, I throw back. Fair’s fair.”
She whispered to herself, three steel needles slipping between her fingers.
She kept running.
Waiting for the perfect moment.
Whoosh!
Another dagger came flying.
This was it.
Fang Xiaocao spun mid-stride.
She flung her needles.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three sharp streaks of light cut through the darkness.
Clang!
One needle struck the incoming dagger.
Sparks flew as both weapons dropped to the ground.
The other two needles continued their deadly path.
Straight toward her pursuers.
Two startled cries echoed in the night.
Two figures collapsed, dead before they hit the ground.
The remaining pursuers gasped in shock.
They scrambled to hide.
Fang Xiaocao smirked.
She turned and ran again.
A minute later, her pursuers cautiously reemerged.
But she was long gone.
“We lost the target. What now?”
One mercenary asked helplessly.
“Don’t worry. Hummingbird is on her tail. With Hummingbird’s speed, she won’t escape.”
Another mercenary grinned confidently.
“Good. Let’s head back.”
The first mercenary sighed in relief.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
A cold voice cut through the night.
The mercenaries stiffened.
They spun around.
A tall, handsome man with golden hair and blue eyes stepped out from the shadows.
A black dagger twirled in his fingers.
“Who the hell are you?!”
One mercenary demanded.
“Me?”
The man smirked.
“Tom. A loyal butler.”
It was Tom.
“Tom?”
“Never heard of you!”
“We’re from Ragnarok! If you don’t want to die, get lost!”
The mercenary sneered.
Trying to intimidate him.
“Ragnarok?”
Tom raised an eyebrow.
He muttered the name under his breath.
“Well?”
“Scared now?”
“Then scram!”
The mercenary scoffed.
“Hmm?”
“Scared?”
“Ragnarok doesn’t deserve my fear.”
Tom chuckled mockingly.
“You bastard!”
“How dare you insult Ragnarok?!”
The mercenaries seethed.
Hearing Tom’s utter disdain for their organization enraged them.
“What are you gonna do about it?”
“A bunch of cowards and weaklings, that’s all Ragnarok is.”
Tom sneered.
“You’re dead!”
The mercenaries roared.
The hot-headed ones rushed to attack.
“Get him!”
“Kill this arrogant prick!”
One of them shouted.
The assassins sprang into action.
Despite their training, they underestimated their opponent.
Tom simply smiled.
A cold, deadly smile.
Black dagger in hand, he didn’t retreat.
He charged.
In an instant, he slit the throat of one mercenary.
With his free hand, he raised a gun.
Bang!
Another mercenary dropped, shot clean in the head.
The remaining assassins froze in shock.
They stared at Tom in horror.
His ruthless efficiency had stunned them into silence.
They hesitated.
Tom didn’t.
He moved like lightning.
His blade slashed through another throat.
Bang!
Another head exploded.
“Brothers, attack together!”
Someone finally regained their senses.
The remaining mercenaries lunged forward.
But Tom was too fast.
With a few quick steps, he dodged their coordinated assault.
His gun flared.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Seven more bodies hit the ground.
The last four mercenaries trembled.
They dropped to their knees.
Begging for mercy.
Tom wasn’t interested.
His blade flashed.
Four more corpses joined the rest.
(End of Chapter 229)
