Chapter 1359 - 70: The Cunning Old Fox Named Lan Zuo

Chapter 1359: Chapter 70: The Cunning Old Fox Named Lan Zuo

Su Xiao moves his neck, his muscles taut, and after a dozen or so of the wounds on him spurt out fresh blood, the bleeding stops. The ground beneath his feet gradually cracks.

The entire room shudders, and Su Xiao charges directly towards the Masked Man. As for retreating now, that’s impossible. The enemy is a ’Cunning Cat’, and once Su Xiao chooses to retreat, the opponent will surely find a way to entangle him.

Clang.

The long knife slices through the air, slashing over the Masked Man’s head, sending a cat ear flying—an ’accessory’ from the Masked Man’s helmet.

However, this is not an accessory. As a Fourth-tier Contractor, how could the Masked Man generate useless accessories on the helmet? Those two cat ears serve respectively as a signal receiver and a signal amplification device.

Narrowly avoiding Su Xiao’s slash, the Masked Man crouches, pressing both hands on the ground.

"Shock!"

With a hum, a pulse emanates from the Masked Man’s body surface, and Su Xiao’s vision blurs, the enemy is oscillating the water molecules inside him.

Su Xiao experiences a momentary dizziness, and just as the Masked Man is about to claw open Su Xiao’s throat, a sudden force strikes her abdomen.

Bam!

The Masked Man crashes through the ceiling, flying upwards.

Su Xiao swings downward with his left arm, the Boundary Line connected to his arm tightens, and after a scream, the Masked Man is forcibly pulled down from the hospital rooftop, crashing into the ground with a thud.

Su Xiao steps on the Masked Man’s spine, the long knife slashing down, a soft metal helmet flies up without any blood stains.

The Masked Man’s entire body of soft metal exterior armor unexpectedly extended a section, allowing her to retract her head into the body’s armor, thereby avoiding the fate of beheading.

The Masked Man’s pupils tremble; she nearly had her head chopped off just now. In a head-to-head fight, she has already lost. According to the usual process, shouldn’t one first try to see if extortion is possible? Directly going for beheading, what kind of strategy is that?

The Dragon Slash flips in Su Xiao’s hand, he reverses his grip and stabs the long knife toward the exterior armor’s body, aiming straight for the Masked Man’s head.

"Wait a moment..."

Bang!

Su Xiao staggers a few steps to the left, a sniper bullet embedded in his shoulder, the energy shield layer enclosing the bullet.

Su Xiao’s shoulder exerts force, the shield layer shatters.

On a high-rise building kilometers away, a burly man chewing gum pulls the bolt of a gun.

"Little Wildcat, looking at Brother Crazy Fox’s face, I’ll save you this time."

The shell case falls to the ground, the sniper’s sight lined up with Su Xiao.

"This is the ruthless one who defeated Brother Crazy Fox? Unexpectedly fierce, actually pinning Little Wildcat to the ground and pummeling her."

The sniper doesn’t fire again; he needs to change his sniper position immediately. Those previous shots impressed him, and he can be sure that Su Xiao has already found his location and could rush over at any moment.

Inside the abandoned hospital, Su Xiao’s gaze shifts to the distance, the feeling of being locked onto disappears.

The Masked Man, who was lying on the ground, has long since leapt up. Without the helmet’s cover, Su Xiao sees her face; a girl with a delicate face, painted with black eyeshadow.

Suddenly, arcs of electricity spread across the walls around, and the entire abandoned hospital collapses with a bang.

Boom!

Dust billows upward, and the hospital completely collapses in a few seconds, turning into a large pile of building rubble.

In the building debris, flashes of blades flicker, large fragments of concrete fly up, and a figure leaps into the dust.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

After a series of dry coughs, the Masked Man also crawls out of the building debris.

The dust gradually dissipates; faint arcs seem to flash.

"Little Wildcat, what are you yelling about? If you hadn’t yelled, I would have acted earlier to save you."

A looming figure approaches from within the dust. When the dust clears, Su Xiao sees a Baldy.

"Bull|shit, you cunning old fox definitely followed me all the way, waiting to act after I died."

The Masked Man, reclining against a half cement column, speaks up, her body covered with soft metal exterior armor already repaired, looking no different from before the battle. However, under the armor, her body is already covered in wounds, unable even to stand steadily.

"Thanks to your yelling, those Lone Wolves have been attracted here. This place is no different from the Powder Wine House."

Baldy, also known as Lan Zuo, rubs his bald head.

"They say bald heads add critical hits; no idea if it’s true."

Lan Zuo’s gaze drifts to Su Xiao. From his previous words, it’s evident he believes Su Xiao is bound to die here.

It’s no surprise Lan Zuo thinks this way; on the tops of nearby buildings, Lone Wolves either stand or sit.

"Is this the sniper? How did he manage that?"

"Not sure, but I know Roger’s Gun is on him."

"Going in circles again, another group is fighting for a gun. Indeed, like the Flame Wine House."

"Damn it, if I can’t get it, no one else can either."

Lone Wolves leap from the buildings above, beginning to encircle Su Xiao.

"You have your day too, how comforting."

The Masked Man reveals a satisfied smile. Before, she was pressed into the ground and rubbed so hard, she nearly sparked.

"Blaming others... feels good, right?"

From beginning to end, Lan Zuo isn’t actually angry; he just wants to know how Su Xiao managed a particular aspect in this situation.

"Lan Zuo, give up; this guy is a mute."

The Masked Man gestures with her hand, meaning this guy won’t respond to you.

"Really? Bai Ye?"

Of course, Lan Zuo recognizes Su Xiao.

"Too bad, that black pot didn’t crush you."

Su Xiao speaks for the first time since the battle began; the Masked Man not far away is a little taken aback, and then suddenly feels upset inside.

"Of course, couldn’t crush me. Speaking of which, our Leader quite likes you. Won’t you join us? If you’re one of us, all past grievances will be written off. I’ll help you break through and split Roger’s Gun’s rewards."

Hearing Lan Zuo’s words, Su Xiao’s first reaction is a trap.

"Lan Zuo’s gone mad."

A Lone Wolf looks at Lan Zuo in astonishment.

"Has he... ever been normal?"

"Ehh~"

Among the confused expressions of many Lone Wolves, Lan Zuo makes an offer to Su Xiao. This seems absurd, but in fact it’s a good choice.

If Su Xiao is besieged and killed, the scene at the Powder Wine House will replay, with a group guarding Roger’s Gun, whoever moves dies.

But if Su Xiao and Lan Zuo team up to escape, find a way to split Roger’s Gun’s rewards, the situation changes.

But would Lan Zuo really split the rewards with Su Xiao? This possibility is minimal. If Lan Zuo sincerely wanted to cooperate, he would at least draft a contract. 𝑓𝑟ℯℴ𝓂

Moreover, Lan Zuo is hinting at another thing: whoever cooperates with him to seize Roger’s Gun and breaks through will share the benefits.

"This cunning old fox."

The Masked Man murmurs softly and slowly retreats outward, having already been pummeled out of the qualification to compete.

"I’m refusing."

Su Xiao certainly doesn’t trust Lan Zuo’s nonsense.

"Really hard to fool."

Lan Zuo murmurs quietly, a Lone Wolf near him hears the words and his eye twitching, feeling Lan Zuo was genuinely sincere, but sadly, the previous words were all a trap; this guy eats people without leaving the bones.

If it were merely a cunning old fox, that’s not too scary, but a powerful cunning old fox is terrifying.

To be precise, Lan Zuo wasn’t invited and then joined the Phantom Troupe; he killed the previous Number 10 Phantom Troupe member and thus obtained the [Phantom Troupe’s invitation number], joining the Troupe in this way.

Su Xiao also once obtained the [Phantom Troupe’s invitation number]; however, he chose not to join the Troupe but instead sold the number as World Source, which was Number 11’s Phantom Troupe member, Carl’s number.

For this reason, Lan Zuo has always been the Troupe’s Number 10 member.

"So, are you planning to go one against forty-three?"

Lan Zuo’s face loses its smile.

Pale blue light surges on Su Xiao’s body surface, his gaze sweeps around, now... there’s no choice but to use that.