Chapter 67 - Exchange Prisoners

Zhao Sheng leaped from the sixth floor, catching hold of two air conditioning units before landing on the ground.

With no one in pursuit behind him, he let out a sigh of relief.

But just as he was about to leave, a long, thin shadow suddenly pounced from the second floor’s shadows; all he managed to see were several inhumanely sharp claws flashing before his eyes, leaving three bloody streaks on his face!

Hu Wenhao jumped to a branch on the opposite tree, squatting like a cat, with vertical pupils severely fixating on the person below!

Zhao Sheng cursed, powered up his feet, and sprinted toward the exit of the community, meanwhile pouring a black potion into his mouth as he ran.

Hu Wenhao leapt through the trees and walls like a cheetah, closely following behind him.

They emerged from the community, with Tian Yun appearing from the other side of the apartment building, creating an afterimage in the air, picking up the bottle Zhao Sheng had dropped and following him out of the community.

Meanwhile, Yu Xiaoyu appeared on a residential building nearby, following Zhao Sheng’s path and nimbly running between the buildings.

The area was densely packed with residential apartments and had numerous alleyways.

Zhao Sheng had originally planned to find a place to hide, but even if he momentarily lost his pursuers, they would soon find him again.

Moreover, while running, another player appeared, trailing him on both sides!

“Damn it!” His wounds on his waist and wrist gradually healed, and his speed also picked up.

After gaining some distance, he drew out his phone and dialed a call, the moment he connected he shouted into it, “Boss, someone’s targeting our Holy Sword Society, I’m being tailed…”

Before he could finish speaking, one of the two chasers suddenly accelerated from the left and violently slammed him into a roadside trash can!

“Aow!” The beast-like roar was also getting closer!

Zhao Sheng didn’t care about the phone flying out of his hand and kicked the trash can into the road before breaking into a wild run!

Hearing two clattering sounds behind him, he thought to look back when suddenly a taxi burst out into the middle of the road!

The piercing screech of brakes echoed down the street, and Zhao Sheng leaped onto the taxi’s hood in a narrow escape; the metal hood caved in, and the vehicle shook.

He turned his head and found himself looking right at the driver.

Instinctively pausing, he then plunged without looking back into the community across the street, which led to Sunshine Avenue.

That area was under construction, and since frequent murder cases started emerging in Ting City, there was no construction at night, not even a guard on site.

“I want to play too.” The Girl in the Painting stretched out her hand from the back seat to show him the words on the phone.

Xu Huo glanced at her from the rearview mirror, “Other than photos, what else can you sense?

If the range is big enough, I’ll take you to play.”

The Girl in the Painting hesitated, then quickly typed, “Photo, painting, paper, within a building.”

Xu Huo started the car again, “As long as it’s within a building, no matter how big the area?”

The Girl in the Painting nodded.

“Alright then,” Xu Huo said.

“You go help Yan Jiayu.”

The Girl in the Painting happily drifted out the window, the small bag holding her phone still firmly strapped to the paper, looking like a flying carpet.

Parking the car outside the apartment building directly facing the construction site, Xu Huo walked into the construction site and came to the foot of a building that hadn’t been externally walled yet.

Inside, Yan Jiayu had already knocked out Zhao Sheng.

She dragged him out nonchalantly with one hand holding a stone stick and the other gripping his foot, with the Girl in the Painting following beside her.

Seeing Zhao Sheng with his head covered in blood, Xu Huo greeted her, “Thanks for the help.

Yan Jiayu still had somewhat unruly hair, but she had changed into normal clothes.

She said cheerfully, “My master taught me to be a good person, and being good means getting rid of the bad elements for the people.

This guy is too nasty; I didn’t want to reason with him, so I might have hit him a little too hard.”

“No worries, as long as he’s still breathing, it’s fine.

The Cannibal Player can take a beating.” Xu Huo took out a deflated balloon and placed it near Zhao Sheng’s mouth and nose.

After a breath, the balloon spontaneously inflated to the size of a human head.

He casually tossed it outside, and Liu Jia’s voice came from the earpiece, “Mr.

Xu, I see the balloon.

It’s floating above the roof of the building.”

“Good.”

At this point, Huang Junjie and the others had arrived.

Tian Yun handed Zhao Sheng’s phone to Xu Huo.

“We went through so much trouble to drive this guy here; will it be of any use?”

“Of course, it is.” Xu Huo said, holding the phone and dialing the number saved as ‘Boss’.

“Hello?” There was a pause on the other side, then the voice continued, “You’ve caught Zhao Sheng?

What do you want?”

“I want to exchange him for someone.” Xu Huo said, “Did you people kidnap a player named Zhou Xiao a few days ago?”

“Yes, there was such a person.” The voice on the phone was flat, “But once something falls into the hands of the Holy Sword Society, there’s no precedent of it being returned.”

“We don’t need the Potion; bring the person to exchange for Zhao Sheng.” Xu Huo’s voice was rough, “It doesn’t matter to me whether Zhao Sheng lives or dies.

I’ve got a few brothers who can pry something out of his mouth without any issue.

As long as the Holy Sword Society is in Ting City for one more day, we won’t rest.

Think about it.”

After a few seconds of silence, the voice at the other end scoffed coldly, “Then you just wait.”

Xu Huo cheerfully provided the address and hung up the phone.

In the third floor of a mall in the southern part of the city, almost simultaneously with the call ending, a tall, dark, and muscular man smashed his phone out, cursing angrily, “What a piece of crap!”

“Boss, what happened?

Is there really a problem with Zhao Sheng?” Asked a young man with the air of a wealthy playboy, holding a cue stick.

“I’ve said it before, it was only a matter of time with him.” A glamorous woman next to him sank a ball into a pocket and smiled before adding, “He kills without restraint.

The players aren’t even fully out in the open yet.

Whether he can withstand bullets or cannons, it’s better someone dealt with him to prevent the Special Affairs Bureau from noticing and implicating us.”

“Is the Boss concerned about whether Zhao Sheng lives or dies?” A long-haired young man sitting on the sofa, sipping wine, and smiling affably asked, “Although our branch has only been established for a short while, no player has dared to openly challenge us so far.

If we let this go, where would the Boss and the Holy Sword Society’s face go?”

“You have a point.” The glamorous woman threw a flirtatious glance at the man everyone called Boss, “Boss, since they have a few people on their side, shall I take a trip over there?”

The tall, dark man rested his chin on his fist, adopting a thoughtful pose, and after a while, he said, “Alright, Cao Yan, you and Ma Yu take seven or eight people and check it out.

If they don’t have anyone backing them, kill them all.”

“It would be such a pity to kill them,” Cao Yan said, touching her red lips with a smile.

“They’re all players, why not take them back for our use?”

“The GPS on Zhao Sheng’s phone shows he ran from Jiayi Community to Sunshine Avenue and hasn’t moved since.

The call was made from there too,” Ma Yu said as he flicked his hair.

“A bunch of simple-minded fools.

What are they up to?

Might as well devour them to nourish our bodies.”

“Enforcers, what do they need brains for?” Cao Yan giggled flirtatiously, “Still, players taste pretty good.

We can eat them up as well.”

“I’m coming too, same old rules, the killer keeps the prey,” the playboy said, licking his teeth with interest.

The group indulged in the thought of the players’ taste, the atmosphere quite harmonious.