Chapter 512: Siege

Yao Qing's heart skipped a beat.

Unlike when they were on the highway, this was the first time Yao Qing had seen assassins at such close range. Their burly figures and lethal weapons were all telling of terror. These people had dozens of lives on their hands; they were true desperate criminals.

And judging by what they said, there were more than just these two who had come this time. It was highly likely that the museum had already been infiltrated by assassins.

And Chen Ling hadn't returned yet...

In the darkness, Yao Qing's face was deathly pale. He forced himself to calm down and think of a countermeasure.

Since the goal of these assassins was Su Zhiwei, the best solution would definitely be to find Su Zhiwei one step ahead and take her away from here... But Yao Qing couldn't do that, because Grandma was also in this museum right now.

With the attitude of this group of assassins, they didn't look like they would leave anyone alive. If they found Grandma, the consequences would be unimaginable... But even he couldn't avoid all the assassins in this situation, gather Su Zhiwei, Grandma, and Dr. Yang Xiao, and then escape silently.

Can't run away... Do I have to fight this group of assassins?

In the darkness, Yao Qing watched the backs of the two assassins leaving and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"Yao Qing, pull yourself together! Chen Ling isn't here, and you're the only one who can protect them! You're the most familiar with this place; that's an advantage... As long as you're prepared, it's not like you don't have a chance of winning!" Yao Qing muttered to himself. In the darkness, the teenager's gaze grew firmer.

Yao Qing's brain raced. After taking a deep breath, he stepped lightly through another corridor to circle in front of the two assassins.

……

"Why is this damn place so winding?"

The assassin holding the military knife stood at a fork in the road and couldn't help but curse.

"Where should we go?"

"I don't know... have we been here before?"

"No, impossible." The assassin holding the micro-submachine gun pointed to an embroidery painting on the wall. "Every time I reached an intersection, I remembered the embroidery painting on it. I've never seen this pattern before."

"That shouldn't be... but I saw the direction the broom in the corner was leaning, and it's exactly the same... Are you sure we haven't circled back?"

"These embroidery paintings are all different; can they change themselves?"

"...Then left or right?"

The other assassin was about to say something when a clear sound suddenly rang out from the end of the corridor on the right. They looked at each other, a flash of surprise on both their faces.

They gripped their respective weapons and walked lightly along the wall, their eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, like ghosts in the darkness.

This corridor was a veranda surrounding the central courtyard. Through the glass on one side, one could see the scene in the courtyard, but now the lights were out and the night rain blocked the light, so they could barely see the outlines of a few rockeries.

The sound just now was like the light sound made when a glass door was closed carelessly, so at this moment, both their gazes fell into the dim courtyard. They could be certain that someone was hiding here.

One assassin grabbed the handle of the glass door, pressed down gently, and then pushed it open slowly, trying not to make a sound in the process. But the moment they both walked out of the veranda and entered the courtyard, a massive black shadow smashed down from the eaves of the second floor!

Bang—!!

A stone stool that should have been placed around a stone table, weighing dozens of catties, smashed precisely toward the head of the assassin holding the micro-submachine gun.

Even though their vigilance was already at its peak, they hadn't expected the danger to come in this form. The one who was hit didn't even have time to react before he felt his head hit by some extremely hard, heavy object, and he instantly went black and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

At the same time, Yao Qing jumped down from the eaves, holding a baseball bat, and swung it toward the head of the other assassin with a whistle!

The sudden collapse of his companion made the assassin's nerves tense instantly. The instinct of someone who had been killing people for years made him dodge to the side without hesitation. Even though Yao Qing's movements were extremely fast, he didn't manage to hit the head, but instead landed on the shoulder with a bang, and a scream followed.

"Oh no!" Yao Qing's heart skipped a beat.

The assassin's shoulder had been smashed by Yao Qing's bat, making it impossible for him to lift his arm, but at the same time, Yao Qing's figure was completely exposed. The assassin looked at him viciously, his remaining right hand gripping the grim-looking military knife, and he slashed toward Yao Qing with extreme speed!

Yao Qing was shocked. While retreating frantically, he barely managed to block the military knife's slash with the baseball bat in his hand. The loud clanging of metal colliding echoed over the courtyard.

Yao Qing was just a college student, after all. Whether it was physical fitness or combat experience, he couldn't compare to a professional assassin. After struggling to parry a few slashes, he was kicked in the chest by the other party unexpectedly, and his whole body flew backward!

Yao Qing rolled twice on the ground, his body already covered in dust. Just as he lifted his head, he saw a flash of cold light cut through the air, aiming straight for his throat!

It’s over...

Yao Qing instinctively closed his eyes, but at that very moment, a gust of wind struck from the side!

A figure kicked the assassin’s wrist, forcing the blade to strike the empty air beside Yao Qing. Yao Qing opened his eyes in astonishment, only to see a graceful figure in a white martial arts uniform standing before him.

"Su Zhiwei?!" Under the dim light, the assassin saw her face, and a look of joy instantly surfaced in his eyes!

"Sister Zhiwei?!"

Two voices rang out. Su Zhiwei’s eyes were cold as frost. She seemed to have just been preparing for bed; her long, dark hair was draped over her shoulders, dampened by the night rain. Only after seeing that Yao Qing was uninjured did her expression soften slightly.

The assassin immediately shifted his blade, whistling as he slashed toward her. Su Zhiwei changed her footwork repeatedly, nimbly dodging two strikes.

The white martial arts uniform billowed in the night wind. With a palm strike, Su Zhiwei hit the assassin’s wrist, forcing his blade aside. At the same time, she stomped her right foot forward, retracted her left palm, and thrust her right fist out with a whistle, slamming it into the assassin’s chest!

Xingyi Quan!

Bang—!!

A dull thud echoed out. The assassin’s chest caved in instantly—likely a broken rib—and he staggered backward, falling to the ground.

It wasn't that Su Zhiwei’s kung fu was overwhelmingly strong; rather, it was because Yao Qing’s strike with the club had already crippled one of the assassin’s hands. Forced to wield the blade with only one hand, he was naturally no match for the skilled Su Zhiwei.

Su Zhiwei knocked the assassin back with a punch, then kicked the military knife away. Her white uniform fluttered in the night rain...

Just as she turned to help Yao Qing up, she seemed to see something and stopped dead in her tracks.

Perhaps because the commotion of the fight had been too loud, four figures broke through the windows of the museum one after another. They sneered at Su Zhiwei in the courtyard and pulled back the bolts of their guns...

Four pitch-black gun barrels were aimed simultaneously at Su Zhiwei in the center.

"Now, where else can you run?"