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At the same time, the two bodyguards on the left finally turned their guns around.
But in Qingze's perception realm, which was like a slow-motion replay, every subtle movement of theirs was crystal clear.
Qingze remained expressionless, shifted his feet, and charged forward like the wind, delivering a precise side kick that slammed into the wrist of the bodyguard who was about to fire his gun.
"Oh!"
"what!"
The man winced in pain, a sharp, bone-cracking pain shooting through his wrist. The gun barrel shifted, and his finger instinctively pulled the trigger.
The bullet hit his companion in the thigh.
"Ugh!"
The bodyguard who was shot let out a scream of agony. The excruciating pain made him kneel down instantly, instinctively looking down at his bleeding wound.
Qingze gave the two no chance to catch their breath.
The blade spun back, like the Grim Reaper's scythe, easily slicing across the shooter's throat, then swung downwards in a smooth motion.
A flash of cold light, and the head that had been bowed in pain, with a frozen expression of terror, rolled to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, all four armed bodyguards were dead.
Having witnessed the entire process, Mai Komura strangely didn't feel much fear; instead, she was deeply shocked.
The killings displayed by cold weapons at extreme speed and skill seem to possess a cruel yet precise artistic beauty.
That fleeting life, like a cherry blossom at its most brilliant moment, withers away with a poignant and resolute beauty, making one momentarily forget fear.
In the middle of the aisle, the motorcycle was still burning fiercely, flames licking the air and crackling.
The blood spreading on the ground evaporated rapidly under the high temperature, emitting a faint burnt and fishy smell.
This scene, resembling a violent aesthetic film, cannot conceal the chilling murderous intent permeating it.
Lama assumed a standard Muay Thai stance, his fists clenched, his eyes serious as if facing a formidable enemy.
Qingze calmly sheathed his sword with a soft "click".
He strode off, as if taking a leisurely stroll in his own backyard, towards Lama.
Gudong.
Mai Komura swallowed nervously, feeling her heart pounding wildly in her chest.
Her eyes widened, she didn't even blink, staring intently at the impending showdown ahead.
The two entered each other's attack range.
Lama was the first to launch an attack.
His right leg, like a steel whip that had been gathering power for a long time, swept fiercely towards Qingze's head with a shrill sound that tore through the air.
This is the result of his hard training since childhood. From thin bamboo to wooden stakes as thick as millstones, day after day of kicking has long since forged his legs to be as strong as steel.
That sweeping kick is enough to break the bones of an adult man.
However, Qingze moved even faster.
Just as Lama's leg was about to rise above his knee, Qingze's right foot struck out with lightning speed, landing precisely on Lama's instep.
Lama felt as if a mountain had pressed down on him, and his own power was like a torrent that had been abruptly cut off by a sluice gate.
A look of disbelief and horror flashed in his eyes. Before he could make any change of move, Qingze's fist struck him squarely in the center of his chest like a cannonball.
"Crack!"
A clear cracking sound rang out.
Rama's ribs shattered with a crack, and the broken bone fragments, like sharp daggers, pierced his fragile heart.
"Wow!"
He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his body swayed, and then Qingze casually pushed him aside, causing him to fall limply to the side like a heavy sandbag.
Even as a two-time champion of the Bangkok underground fighting tournament, he is considered one of the top among ordinary people.
Even after undergoing multiple enhancements, Qingze was still no match for him.
Qingze didn't stop. He strode forward, grabbed the handle of the heavy iron door of the operating room, and pulled hard.
Inside the door was a cold operating room under the shadowless lamps.
There is also a small door on the side.
Two operating tables were placed side by side. On one lay an elderly man with white hair and beard, and on the other lay a young man in a coma.
A doctor in surgical scrubs and a mask, holding a scalpel, is preparing to perform an open-heart organ transplant.
Hearing the door open, the doctor turned around in surprise, before he could even ask any questions.
Qingze's gaze swept over the bright red "Plague Demon" tag above his head. Without any further ado, he took a step forward and brought his knife down.
The head immediately fell to the ground.
The label "[Plague Demon]" then merged and transformed into a red light that entered Qingze's brow.
"what!!"
The nurse next to her let out a hysterical scream.
Qingze swung his knife backhand, and the screams stopped abruptly.
His gaze shifted to the elderly man on the operating table.
Survival is a human instinct, and there's nothing wrong with that.
But to deprive others of their young and healthy organs in order to prolong one's own decaying life is an act deserving of death.
Without hesitation, Qingze pierced the heart with the "Ghost Blade" in his hand, causing him to die silently in anesthetized sleep.
He then sheathed his sword, walked to the small door on the side, and opened it.
Inside were nine young men and women from Southeast Asia, lying side by side on the cold floor like cargo, without even a blanket to keep warm.
Mai Komura rushed in at that moment. When she saw the old man on the operating table, she exclaimed in shock, "This is Shinji Igawa, the chairman of Igawa Motors!"
Qingze turned around and said, "This news tonight is pretty explosive, isn't it?"
"Mr. Fox! You not only dismantled this heinous human trafficking organization, but you also gave me the opportunity to expose all of this!"
Mai Komura's voice trembled with excitement as she bowed deeply to Aozawa, "Thank you so much... so very much!"
The blue tag above her head, labeled "Bard," flickered and quickly merged into a beam of blue light that shot into Qingze's brow.
Qingze felt his mental and magical power increase simultaneously and chuckled, "These were just things I did casually. Goodbye."
Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and left the operating room.
Outside, three more "gifts" labeled "demon" awaited his harvest.
Mai Komura immediately forced herself to calm down. She quickly took out her camera from her bag and began taking pictures from multiple angles of the unconscious victim in the small room, Shinji Igawa's body on the operating table, and the scene in the morgue outside.
Of course, she only started taking pictures after confirming that Qingze had left the morgue.
Regardless of her inner thoughts, "Fox" is ultimately defined in society as a wanted "vicious criminal".
Taking a picture of him could very well provide the police with clues to track him down.
This is something that Mai Komura absolutely does not want to see.
In her heart, this "knight-errant" who upholds justice, even though his hands are stained with blood, is the blood of those who deserve their punishment.
No matter how much dirt got on them, to her, those hands were still clean, untouched by any filth.
Chapter 118 Killing you has nothing to do with you
Brad crouched low and jogged to the door of the corridor where Hirano Yuji and the others had died.
At this moment, the heavy iron door was not fully open.
After being hit by a motorcycle, the door panel hit the wall and bounced back, leaving only a gap that was just big enough for two people to pass side by side.
Through the crack, Brad could clearly see the pool of dark red blood on the floor inside the door, which was not yet completely congealed, gleaming ominously in the dim light.
He immediately slowed his pace, raised his right hand, and quickly made a tactical gesture.
The other two seasoned subordinates understood immediately. Without a word, the three of them instantly spread out in a fan shape, covering each other's firing lines, and cautiously advanced in a standard indoor close-quarters combat formation.
Brad's mind raced through the map of the underground parking lot he had seen, and he deduced that the area behind the door should be the morgue.
According to conventional design, this door is likely the only exit.
But a place that "the fox" would deliberately venture into could not possibly be just an ordinary morgue.
There must be some secrets hidden here that he doesn't know about.
Therefore, he abandoned the safest strategy of lying in wait and decided to take the initiative to explore.
As he approached the door, the male Black player quickly took a flashbang from his tactical vest, pulled the safety pin, and threw it into the corridor through the door crack.
"boom--!"
A deafening explosion and blindingly bright light instantly shattered and echoed within the corridor.
Almost the instant the bright light appeared, the female Black team member executed a swift tactical roll, bursting into the doorway first, her gun barrel sweeping across the left and right sides with the speed of a falcon.
She didn't find any target, only the corpses lying on the ground.
Quickly make a gesture that means "It's safe, you can enter".
Upon seeing this, the male Black team member immediately pushed the door open completely and stepped inside with his gun.
Without further hesitation, Brad lowered his body and tried to rush into the room.
He felt he was only one step away from catching the "fox"!
However, in the instant his attention was completely focused on what was ahead.
The shadow beneath his feet, which belonged to him, suddenly began to wriggle as if it had come to life.
Qingze emerged silently from the shadows, as if he were part of the shadows themselves.
Brad's gaze remained fixed on the doorway, his face displaying a focused, battle-ready expression, completely unaware that someone had appeared behind him.