Dragon Clan, Lu Mingfei who repeatedly returns from the game

Gu Nan and Lu Mingfei's surprise attack was like two red-hot daggers piercing solidified grease.

Swift, precise, and devastatingly efficient.

Almost at the same instant the "begin operation" signal came from Fingel's side, the airtight door of the underground research institute was violently breached with a low rumble.

It wasn't a technological unlocking, but rather a kick infused with Gu Nan's internal energy.

The special alloy door frame, along with the complex electronic lock cylinder, twisted and deformed, then exploded inwards!

Before the blinding white light and the shrill wailing of the alarm could fully spread from behind the door, two figures had already swept in like ghosts.

Gu Nan took the lead, her fighting style honed by the battlefield with simplicity and dominance.

Wherever his figure passed, fists, elbows, knees, and legs became the most deadly weapons. Occasionally, a flash of light would appear, but it was not a full-blade strike; only the hilt or sheath was used to accurately hit the back of the neck, side ribs, or joints of those wearing white coats or protective suits.

The movements were so fast that they left only afterimages; those hit collapsed to the ground without uttering a sound, instantly losing consciousness.

She deliberately controlled her strength, only injuring but not killing, ensuring that she left survivors.

We still have to go through the trial later.

Lu Mingfei, on the other hand, was like a reaper in the shadows, faster and more elusive.

He did not use weapons, and rarely even made direct contact with his fists or feet.

His figure flickered among the complex instruments and culture tanks in the laboratory. His fingers or the edge of his palm would lightly brush against the enemy's blind spots or defensive gaps, and with precise strikes accelerated by subtle internal force or incantations, he would cause armed guards or panicked researchers to collapse to the ground.

His movements carried a cold efficiency, as if he were completing a pre-calculated cleaning procedure.

Just a few minutes, only a few minutes.

When the last researcher who attempted to initiate the emergency destruction procedure was struck from behind by Lu Mingfei and fell stiffly to the ground, the brightly lit and expensively equipped underground research institute was completely silent except for the still piercing alarm.

Dozens of staff members lay sprawled on the cold ground, all unconscious, with not a single one having the chance to put up any decent resistance or successfully sound a full alarm.

However, the silence of the living was soon broken by another voice.

"Hiss—ho—"

A deep, inhuman roar came from the depths of the research institute, accompanied by the sloshing of liquid and the screeching sound of hard objects rubbing against glass.

Those were Dead Servants kept in reinforced glass culture chambers or special confinement areas. They were startled by the intruders' presence and the sounds of fighting, and fell into a bloodthirsty frenzy.

Lu Mingfei's gaze swept toward the source of the sound.

The Deadpool here, unlike the bizarre, modified creatures in Osaka that seem to be pieced together from various organisms, presents a strange unity.

Most of them retain a basic human shape, but their skin is covered with fine, shimmering, pale scales, like cold porcelain.

The joints of the limbs are twisted in the opposite direction, and sharp bone spurs extend from the fingertips.

The most striking feature is the lower body—many Deadpools have severely mutated lower bodies, with snake tails of varying lengths covered in the same white scales, which they drag and slap on the ground.

Their eyes were a murky, dark gold, devoid of all rational light, leaving only the most primal desire for flesh and blood.

Uniform serpentine features, white scales...

This feature made Lu Mingfei's eyes narrow slightly, as he recalled the legend of the White King's bloodline.

Without hesitation, and without the slightest pity.

For these pathetic monsters who have utterly fallen into madness, left only with pain and the instinct to kill, ending them is the only mercy.

Lu Mingfei moved again.

This time, the sword has finally been drawn!

These two swords, which Lu Mingfei renamed "Fire Swords," were a source of great joy for him.

The sharp, cold light of the sword traced icy arcs under the pale laboratory lights.

His speed reached its limit, like a silver lightning bolt darting through a deadly jungle. Each flash was accompanied by the shattering sound of glass breaking, the muffled thud of bones being severed, and the sudden silence that silenced his roar.

He didn't use any incantations, but instead relied on his extraordinary speed and the unparalleled sharpness of his twin swords to carry out a precise and ruthless elimination.

Wherever the sword's edge swept, whether it was tough scales, twisted bones, or specially reinforced glass, they were all easily separated as if a hot knife were cutting through butter.

Gu Nan stood guard at the main entrance to the upper level to prevent any escapees or the upper guards from coming down upon hearing the news.

She crossed her arms and watched Lu Mingfei efficiently eliminate the pathetic monsters like the Grim Reaper, her eyes devoid of any emotion.

Only a calm acceptance of Lu Mingfei.

In less than a minute, hundreds of snake-like deadly creatures were reduced to shattered remains and pools of dark blood that were gradually congealing.

As the last Deadpool's head flew off with a flash of light, the piercing alarm had somehow been cut off remotely by Zero.

The research institute fell into a deathly silence, with only the low hum of the ventilation system and the thick, pungent smell of blood and formaldehyde in the air.

Lu Mingfei sheathed his sword, not a drop of blood staining its blade.

He walked to a relatively clean open space and casually pulled over two swivel chairs that were still in relatively good condition.

"sit."

He said to Gu Nan.

Gu Nan didn't stand on ceremony. He sat down with an air of authority, placed his sword across his lap, closed his eyes to rest, and adjusted his breathing after the brief outburst.

Lu Mingfei sat next to her, his gaze calmly fixed on the damaged door of the research institute, as if waiting for something.

The ground was littered with unconscious researchers, mountains of Deadpool remains, and the flashing error lights on expensive instruments. Congealed blood reflected a cold light... all creating a bizarre and shocking scene.

In the center of the image, the two people sitting calmly stand in stark contrast to the surrounding mess.

Half an hour later.

The sound of hurried, heavy footsteps came from the outside passage, growing closer and closer, filled with obvious anxiety and anger.

Genjiro's figure appeared at the broken doorway.

He had clearly arrived in a hurry, not even wearing the executive bureau's uniform jacket, only a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his hair was somewhat messy.

Behind him followed Crow and Yaksha, as well as several fully armed elite officers from the Execution Bureau, their faces filled with suspicion and uncertainty.

When Yuan Zhisheng's gaze swept over the unconscious researchers scattered on the ground, across the piles of Dead Servants' remains covered in white scales, it finally settled on Lu Mingfei and Gu Nan, who sat calmly in front of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, as if they were just taking an afternoon nap.

His pupils suddenly contracted to the size of a pinhead!

The expression on his face froze instantly, quickly transforming from initial shock and anger into extreme astonishment, disbelief, and a chilling sense of betrayal.

He opened his mouth, as if to question something, but his gaze swept over the distinctive white snake-shaped remains of the dead servants, and then looked at the obvious or hidden insignia belonging to the internal research institutions of the Snake Clan on the unconscious researchers...

All the words were stuck in his throat.

The air seemed to freeze. Only Genji's slightly heavy breathing sounded exceptionally clear in the deathly silent research institute.

Lu Mingfei slowly raised his head, meeting Yuan Zhisheng's shocked and complicated gaze. His face was expressionless; he simply spoke calmly, his voice echoing in the empty, blood-soaked space:

"Young Master Yuan, you've come at the perfect time."

"About this place, about these white monsters, about your Snake Clan..."

"Shouldn't you give us an explanation?"