Another drove a combat blade into the shoulder of the assassin chasing Ruyi, sending her sprawling into the wall.
Still, the enemies were relentless. They needed to catch Lu Wan Ruyi or Lu Zi Zhen, at least one of them.
Two of them reached for Ruyi again—one from the front, one from behind trying to surround her.
Her eyes flashed cold.
She pivoted into a crescent step, trapping one wrist and using his own momentum to spin him into the second attacker. They collided with a grunt and staggered back.
Wan Ruyi wasn't just holding her own—she was adapting. Fighting like a mother animal guarding her den, no one was going to capture her tonight.
Zi Zhen grabbed a fallen mercenary's taser baton and hurled it across the hall. "Momma!" he called.
She caught it midair and spun low, jabbing it into an attacker's ribs. Electricity burst—he screamed and dropped.
Still, the female assassin wouldn't relent. She returned to her feet, bloodied but not deterred.
