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"What?" Lin Xi raised her head hesitantly, her eyes full of confusion.

"I said—" Shen Jingyuan's tone was unusually calm, even with a hint of imperceptible approval, "Very impressive, you killed our enemy."

"If it weren't for you, I would have died under that man's knife just now." As he said this, he looked at Lin Xi deeply, then turned his head and cast his gaze on the only ten or so warriors left on the field, and a solemn look gradually appeared in his eyes.

Shen Jingyuan's voice was a little hoarse due to the fight just now, but it fell into Lin Xi's ears very clearly, like a gust of clear wind that blew away the blood-red mist in front of her eyes.

She seemed to suddenly think of something, and her originally distracted gaze refocused, gradually fixing on Shen Jingyuan's chest that was rising and falling due to his rapid breathing, and half of his jaw that was stained red with blood.

Now is not the time for pretentiousness.

Realizing this, Lin Xi couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart. Regardless of the blood on her hands, she suddenly stood on tiptoe and leaned close to Shen Jingyuan's ear, and whispered quickly, "Catch the leader first. Move towards Suzuki."

Shen Jingyuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked warily at Suzuki who was protected by layers of warriors, but he did not move for a while.

Didn't he know the principle of capturing the leader to capture the thief? During the fight just now, he had been trying to break through in the direction of Suzuki, but it was clear that these Japanese warriors were not stupid. Even in such a chaotic situation, they always protected Suzuki behind the crowd, leaving him no chance to get close.

In addition, after the fight just now, he now looked much luckier than the dozens of corpses with broken hands and feet lying on the ground, with only a few cuts on him.

But only Shen Jingyuan himself knew that his physical strength was rapidly draining away. He was now at the end of his strength. It was already a great effort for him to be able to hold his body up and not fall down, let alone get past so many people to capture Suzuki.

However, if he risked his life to delay the remaining people, he could buy Lin Xi a glimmer of hope...

Thinking of this, Shen Jingyuan's eyes darkened and he unconsciously tightened the samurai sword in his hand.

Lin Xi didn't know what Shen Jingyuan was thinking. Seeing that he didn't respond, she couldn't help but blink in confusion. Just as she was about to speak, she was interrupted by Shen Jingyuan.

"I'll hold them back, you run out. There's a window on the right at the end of the corridor. Jump out and run towards the main door. The people from the Municipal Council shouldn't have left yet. Have them take you to Yuxiang Teahouse..."

Seeing more warriors about to surround him, Shen Jingyuan tightened the knife in his hand, finally made up his mind, lowered his head and quickly whispered to Lin Xi.

Hearing the tone of his words as if he was leaving a last will, Lin Xi couldn't help but widen her eyes, grabbed his hand, and interrupted him in a somewhat exasperated manner.

"Shut up! Shen Jingyuan, who wants to play the 'you go first, I'll follow' game with you? We came here together, so we have to die together!"

After saying that, she pretended not to notice Shen Jingyuan's disapproving look, threw away the bloody half of the knife handle in her hand, bent down to pick up a complete samurai sword from the ground, stood up shakily, and glared at Shen Jingyuan fiercely.

"Keep me close to Suzuki. I have a way to get you out."

Lin Xi didn't know that her pretended fierce look actually had no deterrent effect at all.

Her face was now so pale that it was almost transparent. Her hair, which had been carefully combed, was now scattered and stuck to her sweaty cheeks and neck, mixed with dark red blood stains. Her light-colored cheongsam had long been stained with spots, and the hem of her skirt was even torn in several places.

She looked like she had just been pulled out of a pool of blood. She was so fragile that she seemed like she would faint at any moment. She was completely different from the bright, dazzling, and domineering young lady she used to be.

But somehow, when he met her pair of eyes that were full of anger yet unusually bright, Shen Jingyuan's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat for no reason.

He thought back to the past, when she had given him the cold shoulder because of Lin Min. He had seen a lot of those arrogant and self-righteous cold looks, but he never felt sad or happy, and was not moved at all.

However, at this moment, this powerless, even somewhat bluffing stare was like a feather, scratching a subtle itch in his heart.

Shen Jingyuan has always been decisive on the battlefield. Once he makes a judgment or decision, he rarely changes it due to external factors.

He knew very well that the best choice at this moment was to do as he had said to Lin Xi before, that is, to fight to the death to keep the person and delay Lin Xi's chance to escape.

However, when he met Lin Xi's bloodshot, angry yet surprisingly bright eyes, all his calm analysis, rational weighing, and the determination he had worked so hard to build up before life and death, quietly melted away like ice and snow in the sun.

He didn't even go through a fierce mental struggle; almost instinctively, he heard his own voice respond clearly in an almost submissive tone.

"it is good."

The decision is made, and the change happens in an instant.

The warriors who were slowly approaching with long swords in hand did not expect that the scarred Chinese man who was forced into a corner by them would suddenly jump up, like a trapped beast making a last struggle. Suddenly, his whole body was filled with murderous rage, and he rushed towards them with his sword raised.

Seeing this, Suzuki, who was protected by everyone behind him, subconsciously took half a step back, but suddenly realized his loss of composure, stopped and yelled with a flushed face.

"kill him!"

"Yes!" The warriors who received the order responded in unison and rushed forward, stepping on the bodies of their companions.

Amidst the flash of swords and the shadow of knives, everyone whose attention was focused on Shen Jingyuan did not notice that Lin Xi in the corner slipped out of Shen Jingyuan's protection circle silently like a nimble fish.

Lin Xi crouched down, ran quickly along the shadow of the wall, and silently reached the other side of the wall.

As she approached the corner of the main circuit breaker, she suddenly reached out, ripped the hanging curtain rope, and smashed the metal buckle against the electrical box on the wall.

"Wow!"

The floor lamp in the corner was kicked over by someone, and the glass lampshade fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Almost at the same time, the chandelier above everyone's head suddenly flickered and then suddenly went out.

The entire room was suddenly plunged into darkness. Only the fallen lamp stubbornly emitted a faint yellow light, casting the distorted shadows of the people in the room onto the wall, just like a shadow play.

"what!"

"Baga! What's going on?!"

"Lights! The lights are out!"

Darkness is the most primitive fear of human beings. The sudden loss of vision caused the warriors, who were originally well-trained and in tight formation, to fall into panic and chaos.

All I could hear were the panicked shouts of my companions, the sound of weapons swinging through the air unconsciously, and—

"His!"

"Ah! My arm!"

"Asshole! You cut me!"

"Be careful, that Chinese guy is here!"

The sound of the blade cutting through cloth and flesh, and the screams and curses of those accidentally injured rang out one after another.

In the extreme darkness and panic, these warriors instantly became like headless flies, unable to distinguish between friends and foes, and lost their composure.

"Quiet!"

Suzuki's furious roar echoed in the darkness, drowning out the chaotic and noisy sounds of the samurai.

"Don't panic, stand back to back!" Suzuki clenched the samurai sword in his hand, squinted his eyes and looked around vigilantly, trying to find Shen Jingyuan's figure in the darkness.

However, the next moment, he suddenly felt something cold and hard pressing against the back of his head. At the same time, a slightly weak but extremely cold female voice sounded in his ears.

"do not move!"