Chapter 44: Success
“Flying Fox, it’s time to report to the boss.”
A member of the Cunning Fox squad, who was guarding the stairwell, shouted toward the Flying Fox standing in the middle of the corridor.
“Got it.”
Flying Fox’s tone carried a hint of impatience at his companion’s reminder.
After all, having to report every single minute was something he had never experienced before.
Perhaps the weight of Cunning Fox’s authority was too great; Flying Fox still took out his communicator.
“Puff, puff, puff.”
Just as Zhou Ming saw his opponent dialing the communicator, he suddenly sprang out from his hiding spot and fired a rapid three-shot burst.
“Puff.”
The silenced gunshot that followed didn’t come from Zhou Ming—this time it was from Flying Fox.
Bearing the title “Flying Fox” for his incredible reaction and evasion speed, he dodged the lethal bullets at the very instant Zhou Ming pulled the trigger.
Zhou Ming’s reflexes weren’t any slower. In the middle of the empty corridor, he twisted his body with astonishing agility, dodging aside and swiftly retreating back to the stairwell.
“Dong, dong—Boss…”
Seeing Zhou Ming evade his shot, Flying Fox immediately seized the opportunity to rush toward the room where Cunning Fox was staying. He knocked on the door, calling out urgently.
“Wuu…”
Flying Fox, unaware of the Ironthread Snake creeping up behind him, could only let out a low groan.
“Flying Fox.”
As soon as Black Fox opened the door, he saw Flying Fox collapsing toward him.
Realizing something was wrong, Black Fox quickly retreated backward and grabbed a nearby ballistic shield.
His reaction was correct. In the next instant, the shield was violently struck—the force came from Zhou Ming, who used this opportunity to eliminate another of Cunning Fox’s men.
Holding his Blood Hunter Type-1 handgun, Zhou Ming had been firing fiercely at the doorway just moments ago, but now he suddenly dropped to the ground, sliding forward like a giant python.
“Boom, boom.”
Cunning Fox stepped out of the room, shotgun in hand, blasting wildly toward Zhou Ming.
The door was blown apart instantly.
The floor tiles around where Zhou Ming had just dodged were shattered and sent flying.
“Swish.”
“Puff, puff.”
Inkband shot forward like a streak of black lightning toward Cunning Fox, while Zhou Ming immediately returned fire.
Though Cunning Fox didn’t have Zhou Ming’s agility, his contracted beast appeared before him in an instant, blocking Zhou Ming’s bullets while also fending off Inkband’s strike.
“Boom.”
Several Ironthread Snakes crawled in through the shattered window, ready to ambush Cunning Fox. But sensing danger, Cunning Fox spun around and fired a quick shot.
Still wary of Zhou Ming’s threat, he quickly took cover to avoid being hit.
Meanwhile, in the spacious living room, Night Fox had engaged Inkband in combat.
Despite Inkband’s small size, it was nimble enough to dodge Night Fox’s claw strikes. And with its current scale defense, Night Fox’s attacks could barely harm it—on the contrary, Night Fox had to beware of Inkband’s venomous fangs.
“Ha!”
In the fleeting exchange, Black Fox regained his composure. Curling behind his shield, he charged straight at Zhou Ming.
Having just reloaded, Zhou Ming realized he couldn’t break through the defense and had no choice but to engage in close combat.
To guard against Cunning Fox’s sneak attacks, Zhou Ming used Black Fox’s body as a shield, leaving no room for Cunning Fox to shoot.
“Heh heh, got you!”
After only a few breaths of fighting, Black Fox managed to seize Zhou Ming.
“So did I.”
Zhou Ming’s lips curved into a similar smirk. His limbs coiled around Black Fox like a constricting python.
“Courting death.”
Black Fox sneered, determined to show Zhou Ming the might of his strength.
“Hiss, hiss…”
“You think I’d compare martial strength with you when I have beasts? Am I stupid?”
From beneath Zhou Ming’s clothing, the Ironthread Snake struck, sinking its fangs into Black Fox.
“You…”
Black Fox’s strength drained rapidly, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.