Chapter 131: Rush and K

Weakened and trembling, Xiao Feng struggled to his feet, slowly moving aside to retrieve the Black Angel from the ground. With a fierce grip, he racked the bolt, chambering a bullet.

He then approached Duke Mondy, who was tightly restrained by Rush.

It was the first time Xiao Feng had heard the name Duke Mondy, but this despicable noble would never again tread this world. His only destination now was the depths of hell.

Standing before Mondy, Xiao Feng leveled the Black Angel at his head and declared, "I warned you—I would make you regret this. And I vowed to personally send you to hell. It seems my wish is about to be fulfilled..." Without hesitation, he squeezed the trigger.

The Black Angel roared once more—"Boom—"

At such close range, the slender, spiraling bullet pierced through Duke Mondy's skull, shattering half his head into oblivion.

This arrogant and overbearing Dragon Duke was utterly erased from existence. Whether he found refuge in hell or faced eternal torment remained unknown.

Everything seemed to have come to an end. Exhausted, Xiao Feng lowered his gun, his appearance disheveled and battered. He glanced around the vast chamber, littered with dozens of fallen cultists of the Dragon. The air hung heavy with the coppery stench of blood.

Rice and Old White, equally scarred, rose to their feet and approached him silently. Seeing Xiao Feng's battered state, the two burly men had little to say.

Rice patted his shoulder. "You've done well, kid... thank you."

Old White, ever prone to emotion, was moved to tears once again.

From the far side, Ivy suddenly cried out, "Help me! Please!"

Xiao Feng smiled faintly, taking the alloy blade from Duke Mondy's hand. Approaching Ivy, he swiftly severed her chains with a sharp "Klah..."

Anxiously, Ivy urged, "You have to hurry to the sewers—rescue Little White... please!"

Xiao Feng frowned. "What happened?"

"Little White was riddled with bullets—he needs help. I know you can save him!"

Worry tightening his chest, Xiao Feng hurried toward the sewer entrance. Yet as he neared, two soft whimpers drifted out. Mud and blood caked Little White as he slowly crawled forth from the depths.

Ivy approached in astonishment, inspecting his wounds. Though scars remained, his injuries had largely healed. She turned to Xiao Feng in amazement, "You two are truly incredible..."

Xiao Feng ruffled Little White's head with a chuckle. "I never expected this. He's not even fully grown yet—who knows how astonishing he'll be once matured!"

Meanwhile, Rice, Old White, and Brada moved to another chamber, releasing the surviving mercenaries. Dejected, they began sorting the battlefield, arranging the bodies of mercenaries and Dragon cultists separately on the vast basketball court—a scene of utter desolation.

Xiao Feng sank wearily to the court's edge, watching as bodies were carried from the barracks. A heavy sorrow weighed on him; their deaths were, in some measure, linked to his actions. He felt like a guilty child, burdened by remorse.

Ivy stayed close by his side, with Little White resting nearby. The silence around them was profound.

Suddenly, the roar of engines shattered the stillness. Several heavily modified sports cars thundered through the camp gates, screeching to a halt beside the court. Lin was first to disembark, clad in his signature black trench coat, his face stunned at the grim scene before him.

From the passenger seat, Alice hurried out, her eyes locking on the bloodstained Xiao Feng. Tears sprang to her eyes as she cried, "Brother Xiao Feng..." and threw herself into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

Watching the strange arrivals, Xiao Feng smiled faintly at Lin. He knew Lin had come to rescue Rice, Old White, and the others. Though late, Lin's presence was more than enough.

Patting Alice's slender back, Xiao Feng soothed her, "It's alright, don't cry. I'm still standing, and these bastards have been dealt with. Stop crying!"

Lin and his group approached. He grinned at Xiao Feng. "Look at the state you're in!"

"Don't remind me. I nearly died. Why didn't you come sooner? Damn it..." Xiao Feng joked.

"I did all I could—didn't expect you to move so fast," Lin replied honestly.

"Obviously—I came by plane. Can you top that?" Xiao Feng glanced down at Alice, then thanked Lin, "Thanks for taking Alice out."

"No need to mention it. Glad you're all okay. You scared me to death. Those crazies were insane... but I do wonder—how did you defeat them? That Duke Mondy was a level seven esper!"

Xiao Feng chuckled, "Not me. I nearly bit the dust too. It was that guy Rush—almost level eight. Insanely powerful."

As Xiao Feng spoke, Rush slowly emerged from the side. He ignored Xiao Feng entirely, instead fixing a sharp gaze on Lin's group.

Among them stood a tall, refined man wearing spectacles and an immaculate white suit, radiating elegance.

Rush approached him steadily, clad in a black suit, and said coldly, "We meet again."

The man chuckled, "Indeed we do. Didn't expect this little skirmish to draw your attention. Seems that Xiao Feng fellow carries quite a reputation."

From nearby, Xiao Feng eyed the tense exchange and asked Lin, puzzled, "Who's that man in the white suit?"

Lin's expression darkened with unease. "That's our leader—our boss. K."