The four Alliance soldiers carrying Xiao Feng suddenly sensed something unusual. Turning their heads, they watched in shock as the supposedly lifeless Xiao Feng stirred, then sprang up with astonishing agility, launching himself directly at Henry.
His unexpected resurrection left everyone rooted to the spot in stunned silence. Never before had they witnessed such a phenomenon—how could someone riddled with bullets rise again, alive and formidable?
With a ferocious leap, Xiao Feng drove his foot hard into Henry's chest. A sickening crack echoed as two of Henry's ribs gave way, and his body was sent hurtling backward.
Yet before Henry could hit the ground, Xiao Feng had already overtaken him. Seizing Henry by the neck mid-air, he executed a flawless shoulder throw, slamming him mercilessly into the floor.
Stretching languidly over Henry's writhing form, Xiao Feng sneered, "Ah, Director Henry, your healing ability is truly impressive. I was on the brink of death, yet here I am—reborn."
Charles and Mask stood frozen in disbelief. They never imagined that Xiao Feng possessed a healing power akin to Henry's. Mask broke the silence with a sharp command, "What are you waiting for? Attack!"
Gripping his black alloy blade, Mask lunged toward Xiao Feng. But Xiao Feng effortlessly evaded the strike, seized Mask's arm, and delivered a crushing blow with his shoulder. Mask howled in agony as his right arm dislocated. In one swift motion, Xiao Feng snatched the alloy blade from his grip.
"You broke my sword," Xiao Feng growled, "This will serve as your compensation."
Clad in a black suit, his flowing dark hair cascading behind him, Xiao Feng looked like a dark avenger as he pointed the reclaimed blade at Charles. "Care to test the strength of this weapon yourself?"
Charles recoiled at once, stumbling backward in panic.
Around the room, Alliance soldiers raised their rifles and took aim.
But Xiao Feng paid them no heed. With a burst of speed, he charged forward. A storm of gunfire erupted—dozens of bullets tore through the air, striking his body.
Yet Xiao Feng pressed on like an unrelenting specter. Gritting his teeth, he tore through the barrage and descended upon the soldiers in a flurry of savage blade work.
The gleam of the blade was followed by screams and the splatter of blood. Soldiers fell like sheaves of grain, writhing in agony.
Panting heavily, Xiao Feng stood amidst the fallen, blood-soaked but unbowed. His wounds knit themselves together with supernatural speed, bullets forced out of his body with metallic clinks as they hit the floor.
He had not killed them. He was not Lin. He had only rendered them incapable of further resistance.
But one man he would not spare—Henry.
Stepping over, Xiao Feng planted his foot squarely on Henry's chest. Henry, now wholly broken, raised trembling arms in pitiful supplication. "Please… don't kill me… please…"
The stench of urine spread across the floor as Henry's terror overtook him.
Xiao Feng spat in contempt. Without hesitation, he swung the black alloy blade and severed Henry's arm at the shoulder. "I'm sparing your life—but let this be your warning. Come after me again, and I'll grind your corpse to feed the dogs."
Henry screamed, clutching his mutilated shoulder, rolling on the floor in torment and regret.
Xiao Feng turned to the crumpled Mask, stripped the sheath from his belt, and sheathed the blade. Slinging it across his back, he approached the unconscious Kairi, scooped her into his arms, and leapt out of the open window without a backward glance.
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In Kairi's room, Xiao Feng watched her sleeping form with quiet sorrow. Her brow was furrowed, still haunted even in slumber. Had she never met him, perhaps none of this would have befallen her.
He had already removed the bullet from her shoulder and, using the healing ability acquired from Henry, treated the wound. What remained now was only a faint red mark—her injury completely healed.
Slowly, Kairi regained consciousness. Her eyes focused on Xiao Feng, and a dazed smile curled on her lips. "Xiao Feng… did we die? Is this heaven?"
Xiao Feng chuckled. "Heaven? No… this place is far too cruel for that. This is hell."
Kairi sat up, glancing at her shoulder. The last thing she remembered was the sharp agony of a gunshot—now there was only a blurred remnant. "You still deny it's heaven? Look at me. I was shot, but I'm healed… And I saw Henry gun you down. You're lying. But even if we are dead… at least we're together in the afterlife."
Xiao Feng burst out laughing, clutching his sides. It took a while before he caught his breath and straightened up. "Do you recognize this place?"
Kairi nodded slowly. "Yes, it's strange… this place looks exactly like my home."
"And are you so sure I died?" Xiao Feng asked.
"How could you not? You were riddled with bullets. No one could survive that."
He shook his head. "I don't know how to explain this, but tell me—what is Henry's ability?"
Kairi replied, "He's a healer… an ability-user who can regenerate."
"Exactly," Xiao Feng said. "Just like I inherited your electric powers, I took his ability too. That's how I came back—and how I healed you."
Her eyes widened. "You're serious?"
Xiao Feng nodded. "Absolutely. If you don't believe me..." He guided her hand to his chest. "Do you feel that?"
Kairi's palm rested over his heart, and she felt its strong, steady beat. Tears welled in her eyes once again.
"We're really… alive…"
Xiao Feng looked down at this once-proud, untouchable envoy—now so gentle, so heartbreakingly tender. He pulled her close and held her tightly.
"It's over now. I've taught Henry his lesson. So… what will you do? Stay here, or come with me?"
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