Chapter 182: Child, There's No Science in Mythology

The man gradually approached, and the woman tried hard to hold her breath, not letting him notice.

However, her injuries seemed very severe. Just at this critical moment, she couldn't help but cough.

Cough, cough, cough…

The piercing cough suddenly sounded, startling the man, who abruptly took two steps back. Then, he took out the whistle from his waist and blew it.

"Damn it!" the woman cursed in a low voice, a flame-like substance flashing in her eyes. She raised her hand and suddenly squeezed towards the man.

Whoosh!

Fierce flames erupted around the man, but they didn't harm him in the slightest.

"Damn spiritual energy shield!" Seeing this, the woman cursed in a low, agitated voice.

At this moment, the woman grabbed Silas's collar with one hand and said in a low voice, "You damn guy! Why did you follow me!"

With that, she pushed Silas away. "Get lost! Don't delay my business… cough, cough…"

The piercing whistle echoed through the dark night. The three people who had just dispersed all gathered within ten seconds, firmly blocking this alley.

The four tensed their bodies, drew their weapons, and slowly approached.

"Burning Demoness, I advise you to surrender obediently. We can still spare your life. Otherwise, we will kill you right here," the man with the fork threatened in a low voice.

The woman, upon hearing this, grinned. "Even if I lose control and go berserk, I won't fall into the hands of you Jizhou Research Institute."

With that, her hands once again flashed with an orange-red light.

Cough, cough, cough… Pfft!

Just as the light appeared, the woman coughed violently again, then spat out a large mouthful of blood.

"Your lung injury hasn't healed yet. If you continue to use your abilities, you will soon suffocate to death," the four said, but they didn't advance rashly. Instead, they approached cautiously, step by step, seemingly very wary of the woman.

After coughing, the woman was very weak, her face sallow, her lips pale, and her chest heaving violently like a bellows.

At a distance of about five meters, the four took out strangely shaped pistols from their pockets and shot at the woman.

Unfortunately, the four's accuracy was limited. Of the four bullets, only one hit the woman's body; the rest either hit the ground or the trash can.

Silas, sitting on the ground, looked down and found they weren't bullets, but tranquilizer darts.

"What kind of accuracy can these darts have? No wonder the hit rate is so touching," Silas picked up a dart and played with it, thinking to himself.

However, the woman was still hit by one.

"Damn it!" The woman pulled out the dart embedded in her arm. Before she could resist, she felt a wave of intense dizziness.

After her legs trembled twice, she slumped powerlessly to the ground, unable to stand up.

Seeing this, the four breathed a sigh of relief and, taking out black ropes from their pockets, walked over.

"Captain, there's an ordinary person here. What should we do?" one of the taller men asked, pointing at Silas.

The captain holding the fork snorted coldly. "Just kill him and feed him to the werewolves. We don't have the energy to deal with this kind of trash."

The woman on the ground, upon hearing this, turned her head with difficulty and said with a look of disappointment, "You fool, why didn't you leave!"

Silas looked at her with a smile and replied, "It's precisely because I'm a fool that I didn't leave. But fools always have fool's luck; maybe this isn't such a bad thing."

With that, Silas slowly stood up, looked at the people on both sides, and said calmly, "Gentlemen of the Jizhou Research Institute, I wonder if you could give me some face today and let me take this lady away?"

"Ha!?" Hearing this, the four were stunned, somewhat unable to react.

The next second, the four suddenly burst into piercing laughter, as if they had heard the funniest joke in the world.

Silas asked with a smile, "What? Seeing you laugh so happily, does that mean you agree?"

"You're courting death!" The young man holding the fork suddenly stopped smiling, abruptly stepped forward, and the sharp fork thrust directly at Silas's neck.

Silas was already prepared. His body nimbly dodged to the side. His right hand grabbed the man's wrist, then his left wrist twisted, and lightly swept past the young man's chest.

"I'm not a witcher; this kind of fork is ineffective against me," Silas said softly, turning his body sideways.

As Silas turned his body sideways, the young man stumbled forward a step.

"Captain!?" The other three, due to the darkness, hadn't seen anything unusual yet.

At this moment, the captain looked down with difficulty and found that his heart had been pierced by a sharp blade at some unknown point. A large amount of warm blood was continuously flowing down his chest and clothes.

Thump!

The young man's body slumped powerlessly to the ground. After a few twitches, he stopped moving.

The other three in the dark night only then realized something was wrong. They abruptly drew their weapons and said with ferocious expressions, "You're courting death!"

In an instant, three sharp weapons simultaneously attacked Silas's body.

Silas, who had undergone long-term, high-intensity combat training, was not someone these three could compare to.

Silas was seen at this moment like a martial arts master from television. His body moved and dodged the attacks of the three with precision and composure. With a flick of the staff in his hand, he directly struck the neck of the young man on the left, knocking him unconscious.

Then, his body retreated backward, dodging the incoming blade. His shoulder suddenly thrust upward, knocking the blade away. The staff rotated in a beautiful arc in Silas's hand and then thrust backward from under Silas's armpit.

The moment it thrust out, the staff had already transformed into a sharp blade.

Blood splattered under the moonlight, splashing onto the wall and the trash can.

The tall young man spat out blood, looking incredulously at the staff that had suddenly transformed into a sharp sword. "This… doesn't conform to… mechanical… structure…"

"Child, there's no science in mythology," Silas sighed softly.

This staff was, after all, a transformation of Gungnir, the legendary Spear of the Meteor that was said to never miss. Transformation was just a basic trick among basics.

In less than ten seconds, of the four people from before, only one was left standing.

The woman sitting on the ground felt like she was dreaming when she saw this scene.

"Am I really dreaming?" The woman knew her will was somewhat hazy, so she reached out and pinched her thigh hard.

The sharp pain transmitted through her nerves confirmed to the woman that she was not dreaming.

"This guy is actually an assassin!" She had just seen the sleeve blade in Silas's sleeve; that was the standard equipment of assassins from the Assassin's League.

Here, the last remaining person abruptly retreated, clasped his hands together, and muttered something.

The woman, sitting on the ground and completely stunned, came back to her senses at this moment and hurriedly said, "Quick, get out of the way! He's using a summoning-type spell! Their summoning-type spells are very dangerous!"

At this moment, that young man said with a ferocious expression, "Too late! Great God of Sleep! Grant your believer strength!"

After the young man roared, his left arm could be seen suddenly swelling, beginning to twist and deform violently. Then, that arm actually transformed into several huge tentacles!