"Tiger—" Cyan Dragon shouted and immediately ran towards Black Tiger.

"Ah—" Just as he turned around, Cyan Dragon felt a sharp pain in his shoulder and saw a watermelon knife embedded there, thrown by those attackers.

"Hmph—" Cyan Dragon grunted, glaring coldly at the attackers, raising his knife to charge at them again.

"Ah—Ah—Ah—" Black Tiger's screams continued to echo.

"Tiger—" Cyan Dragon shouted, pointing his long knife at the attackers, then suddenly turned around and ran towards Black Tiger.

"Tiger—Don't—" As Cyan Dragon rounded a corner of the hallway, he was horrified by the scene before him.

Two meters ahead, Black Tiger was lying on the ground, covered in cuts, his body and clothes stained with blood. Around him were countless dismembered limbs—his battle trophies. At that moment, a man in a suit, with a sinister expression, was poised to drive a watermelon knife into Black Tiger's back.

"No—"

"No—" Seeing the knife poised to strike down, Cyan Dragon was filled with dread, letting out a fierce scream and throwing his long knife at the man, then lunging forward with his entire body.

"Ah—"

"Ah—"

"Ah—"

The three shrieks occurred almost simultaneously: one from the man attacking Black Tiger, one from Cyan Dragon, and one from Black Tiger.

The man's scream was due to Cyan Dragon's thrown knife stabbing straight into his heart, the approach of death filling him with horror; Cyan Dragon's scream was because the man's watermelon knife slashed his left shoulder, the pain making him cry out; and Black Tiger's scream was due to Cyan Dragon's dive onto him, pressing him down and causing him to yell.

Without any hesitation, Cyan Dragon grabbed the knife impaled in the man's heart, yanked it out, and then sliced upwards, severing the man's hands holding the watermelon knife—though by then, the man could no longer feel anything. Having cut off the man's hands, Cyan Dragon rose, swung his long knife horizontally, eliciting continuous screams, and in one sweep, slit the bellies of five or six people. Viscera and blood spilled out, while a watermelon knife was still embedded in Cyan Dragon's left shoulder, two severed hands clinging to it, continuously dripping blood—a terrifying sight. But Cyan Dragon paid it no mind, his entire focus on Black Tiger.

"Tiger, are you okay?" After finishing this, Cyan Dragon helped Black Tiger up, asking with some concern.

"I'm fine, just a dozen cuts, they're only superficial wounds, nothing serious. It's you who got badly injured!" Black Tiger worriedly remarked, glancing at the watermelon knife embedded in Cyan Dragon's back.

"As long as you're okay, Tiger, I'm fine!" Suddenly, Cyan Dragon used his right hand, gripping the long knife, to strike his left shoulder.

"Puh!" Cyan Dragon spat out a mouthful of blood as the knife hilt smashed against the tip of the watermelon knife, dislodging it along with the severed hands. Blood shot out like a column, spraying a meter away—truly torrential.

"Cyan Dragon—" Black Tiger exclaimed in alarm, tearing off his clothes to bandage Cyan Dragon's wound.

"Tiger, look out—" Cyan Dragon abruptly pulled Black Tiger over, slicing down with his long knife at the same time, a flash of silver leaving a man's body cleaved.

"Tiger, stick close to me—" Not caring about the others, Cyan Dragon shouted to Tiger and advanced forward, wildly slashing with his long knife amidst constant screams. Lives were extinguished as Cyan Dragon swung his blade like a machine, cutting down men in suits.

Cyan Dragon was like a god of slaughter, killing without mercy, forging a path of blood through the crowded hallway. At this moment, Cyan Dragon's body seemed not to lack clothing, but instead to wear a long red robe, composed of bloody water.

Yet Cyan Dragon's body was also covered with many wounds, besides the initial shoulder injuries. His back, **, and legs were slashed numerous times. In some places, flesh churned, exposing ghastly white bones, but Cyan Dragon didn't even frown. Similarly, Black Tiger now bore many wounds, hardly fewer than Cyan Dragon's, yet he too showed no trace of pain.

"If I escape, I will repay you tenfold someday!"

Finally breaking out of their encirclement, Black Tiger and Cyan Dragon ceased their pause, sprinting downstairs while occasionally killing pursuers.

Ten minutes later, the two finally exited the hotel entrance, heading for the parking lot. Though both were limping, they ran swiftly, reaching a black sedan in moments. Black Tiger pulled out the keys, unlocked the car, and got inside.

"Cyan Dragon, get in!" Black Tiger shouted, but was answered only by Cyan Dragon's muffled gasp, as a blossom of blood erupted from his chest when he opened the ** car door.

In the distance, a man held a black pistol aimed at Cyan Dragon, its muzzle emitting cyan smoke.

"Cyan Dragon—" Black Tiger cried, ready to disembark to help Cyan Dragon, but was blocked by his hand.

"Tiger... go quickly... I have no regrets... take care... of Huo Yu..." Cyan Dragon held Black Tiger back, then reached ** into the car to grab a pomegranate-shaped grenade.

Closing the door rapidly, he charged at the pursuing attackers.

"Tiger... hurry..." Cyan Dragon's voice rang one last time.

A tremendous fireball erupted from the grenade's explosion, instantly obliterating Cyan Dragon's body, along with dozens of Qingmu Society members nearby.

"Cyan Dragon—" A tear dropped from Black Tiger's eye, his gaze crimson as he looked at the hotel, a cold light flashing. Turning sharply, he drove off to escape.

A fiery mushroom cloud surged from the parking lot in front of the hotel, briefly illuminating the gloomy sky. Smoke billowed, screams continued, flesh flew, limbs danced—a tragedy unfolded.

As the dust settled, a ten-meter-wide crater appeared on the ground. Within a twenty-meter radius lay scattered clothing, flesh, limbs, shattered bodies, and overturned vehicles. Some charred bodies rolled on the ground screaming, while farther away, a dozen men holding watermelon knives stood in shock, staring at the carnage ahead, hearts filled with fear, knowing that had they fled a moment earlier, those shredded remains would be theirs.

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