They moved with precision, targeting Zi Zhen with brutal speed, aiming to subdue him but not kill him.
Another figure surged from the far end of the dark corridor—this one was a female, face partially visible beneath her shattered night-vision visor, headed straight for Wan Ruyi, a needle-thin blade glinting faintly in her hand. Her steps were near silent but deliberate. She was here to kill, not capture.
At the same time—a third faction revealed themselves.
From behind a hidden panel in the wall, two more attackers emerged—slick suits and high-tech eyewear. Mercenaries. Corporate killers. One raised an EMP pulse gun aimed at the ceiling, ensuring communications stayed down.
Suddenly, more assassins filled the hallway. All were capable enemies.
Three different enemies.
Three different motives.
Zi Zhen twisted, catching one assassin's wrist mid-strike and breaking it with a vicious crack, he wasn't going to be merciful. One hit, one kill... He didn't have time.
