Chapter 241: The Master – Feng Yue
Fang Xiaocao pulled out a pair of binoculars from her bag, her gaze locked onto Han Xue’s fleeing figure.
The lives of the Nemesis operatives meant nothing to her.
Only Han Xue’s death mattered.
Han Xue’s existence was a festering wound—a threat that kept Fang Xiaocao awake at night.
“Today, Han Xue must die.”
Tom and Taotie had barely stepped forward before the remaining Nemesis members surrounded them.
Outnumbered nine to two, neither showed fear.
With a glance, they launched their counterattack.
Taotie’s machete moved like a reaper’s scythe—one slash disemboweled an enemy, a reverse stroke left another lifeless in a pool of blood.
Tom, not to be outdone, wielded his black dagger in one hand and bombs in the other.
Distance?
Just an excuse to throw explosives.
He sidestepped an attacker, palmed a sticky bomb onto their chest, and kicked them back into the crowd.
BOOM!
Three more enemies became crimson confetti.
First round: Tom wins.
(He’d scored one more kill than Taotie.)
The two were unstoppable.
Five dead in seconds.
The remaining four Nemesis operatives exchanged glances—then turned to their leader.
A man stepped forward.
“Gentlemen. I am Feng Yue, captain of this Nemesis squad. May I ask who you are?”
“Does Nemesis have some grievance with you?”
Tom smirked.
“Our Princess wants you dead.”
“Has she some misunderstanding with us?”
“No.”
“Then why?”
Tom pointed at Han Xue, still scrambling from Hummingbird’s pursuit.
“You sheltered someone you shouldn’t have.”
Feng Yue’s eyes narrowed.
“Her?”
“Yes. She’s our Princess’s sworn enemy.”
“A feud of life and death.”
Feng Yue’s mind raced.
“If Nemesis surrenders Han Xue and compensates your Princess… could we part peacefully?”
A pragmatic offer—sacrifice the pawn to save the king.
Tom shook his head.
“No.”
“Your mistake demands blood.”
His voice turned glacial.
Feng Yue’s smile hardened.
“You’d make an enemy of Nemesis over this?”
“Our conversation is being livestreamed to headquarters. Kill us, and you’ll be hunted.”
Tom laughed.
“We wouldn’t be here if we feared Nemesis.”
Feng Yue’s jaw tightened.
“Think carefully. Is she worth it?”
“Walk away, and Nemesis will forget this. We’ll even send a… thank-you gift.”
Tom didn’t hesitate.
“You all die today.”
“That’s the price of crossing our Princess.”
Feng Yue’s face darkened.
“Fine.”
“Let’s see whose blades are sharper.”
Twin hand-axes flashed into his grip.
Then—
He moved.
Steel shrieked as Feng Yue and Tom clashed—a dozen exchanges in seconds.
When they parted, Tom was bleeding.
A gash marred his arm.
Feng Yue stood unscathed.
Fang Xiaocao’s breath hitched.
She’d known close combat wasn’t Tom’s forte—but aside from Taotie, she’d never seen him lose.
“This Nemesis man… he’s strong.”
Still, she wasn’t worried.
If Tom faltered, Taotie would step in.
And sure enough—
“Tom, I’ll handle him.”
Taotie shoved forward, machete raised.
“Feng Yue, was it?”
“Let’s dance.”
Feng Yue spun his axes, sneering.
“Come at me.”
Taotie’s eyes reddened—his battle frenzy igniting.
With a roar, his machete arced toward Feng Yue’s skull.
Feng Yue met him head-on.
One axe parried the machete—
The other sliced at Taotie’s gut.
Taotie twisted, his counterattack forcing Feng Yue back.
“You’re good.”
“Better than him.”
Feng Yue smirked.
Taotie bared his teeth.
“Less talk. MORE DYING!”
(End of Chapter 241)
