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Chapter 501 - 466: Dark Clown

Chapter 501: Chapter 466: Dark Clown

Sudden gunshots shattered the tranquility of the manor, and if the abrupt power outage had left some clinging to hope, the gunfire now made everyone feel pure malice.

The enemy had invaded!

"Enemy attack!"

He Ye roared, shouting to those outside the door, "Everyone hold your positions, report on the enemy situation!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

It was as if someone had flipped a switch, and violent gunshots enveloped the entire manor.

"Master, Master Wu, we should at least leave this room and head towards the garage!"

He Ye suggested that even if they had to stay, they needed to prepare for the worst—should they fail to hold their ground, they should be ready to run at a moment’s notice.

"Alright."

Wu Li didn’t refuse, he agreed.

If he were alone, he could have gone out there and shown the Shared Guardian Association his ability to take down forty-seven gunmen by himself, but his priority was to protect Xie Ming now, so he had to be as cautious as possible.

"Chen Gang!"

As they left the room, Wu Li called out, summoning Chen Gang.

"I’m here!"

Chen Gang emerged from the next room with a photographer, both holding a single reflex camera and shooting. They were accompanied by two Red Stick martial artists, both Master Level warriors, and they were the toughest of the bodyguards Wu Li had brought with him this time.

For his meeting at the manor tonight with Xie Ming, Wu Li had brought only these few individuals, leaving the rest at the hotel.

"Follow us," Wu Li instructed.

"Yes!"

The four men followed, with eight of Xie Ming’s bodyguards quickly gathering around, and the group hastened through the corridors.

"Number Six, what’s the situation now? How many enemies are there?"

While running, He Ye asked through the communicator.

"...We’ve only spotted one person so far, the enemy is a sharpshooter, Little Hua and Xiao Mao are dead!"

On hearing this, He Ye stopped in his tracks and punched the corridor wall.

Bang! The wall trembled.

"Fuck!"

"Master!"

"Master!"

"Old He..."

Everyone looked at He Ye whose eyes were bloodshot, and that terrifying murderous aura flared up again.

Little Hua and Xiao Mao were both his disciples, having followed him for over ten years.

"Master Wu, please, you must protect the Master!" He Ye suddenly turned to Wu Li.

Wu Li hesitated briefly before nodding firmly: "Don’t worry."

Xie Ming pleaded, "Old He, don’t be rash..."

He Ye interrupted him, "Master, you continue towards the garage, I’m going to kill that beast!"

Having said that, he bowed to Wu Li before quickly turning and leaving.

"Old He..."

Xie Ming watched He Ye’s retreating back with a pained expression.

"Split half of your men to support He Ye. With me here, there won’t be any trouble," Wu Li suddenly told the rest.

The other bodyguards had both a mentor and a brotherly relationship with He Ye, and upon hearing Wu Li’s suggestion, they were somewhat tempted. However, their primary mission was to protect Xie Ming, so they all looked his way.

Xie Ming hesitated before saying, "Zixu, Xiaoning, Tiger, Old Zhang, go help Old He. With Master Wu here, there won’t be any problem."

The four men called out looked at one another, bowing to Wu Li and saying, "Then we’ll leave it to Master Wu!"

Wu Li returned the salute, "Rest assured!"

So, they turned and ran after He Ye.

"Let’s go," Wu Li said to Xie Ming.

"Right!"

The group took off running again.

The manor was not small, consisting of three buildings. Wu Li and the others were currently in the main building at the front, while the garage was located in the basement of a building at the back.

"The enemy has reached the second floor!"

"Tiger has been shot..."

"People downstairs, keep watch, prevent the enemy from escaping through the windows..."

"He’s jumped out of the window... we couldn’t hit him!"

"Block his path..."

"Watch out for grenades, spread out..."

To maintain constant contact, the bodyguards with Xie Ming and those on the perimeter shared a radio channel, so everyone could hear the communications, which allowed them to roughly understand the situation outside.

The sounds of machine-gun fire, the destruction of doors, windows, and furniture, and explosions were relentless, making the manor seem as if it were shuddering with the threat of collapse.

"Is it really just one person?"

Chen Gang, who stayed close to Wu Li, whispered his question. From the conversations he heard over the communicator, he could tell the situation was very disadvantageous for their side, and he found it hard to believe that they were fighting just one person.

"Very likely."

Wu Li confirmed with certainty to Chen Gang because he himself had achieved such feats before.

Ordinary people might find it difficult to imagine how much damage a single individual could cause, but only those who had been in the underworld for many years could truly understand that, in certain circumstances, some individuals could indeed extend their combat effectiveness to terrifying levels like the protagonists in movies!

"President, Master Wu, be careful, the one coming is, cough cough..."

"It’s... the Dark Clown!"

He Ye’s voice came with a clear and deliberate pause, conveying the impression he might have been injured through his tone.

And those words "Dark Clown" sounded like a spell, in an instant imposing a pressure akin to an iceberg.

Wu Li could distinctly feel the four bodyguards present, even the two Red Sticks he had brought with him, tensing unconsciously as if terrified by something.

"Who is the Dark Clown?" Wu Li asked the Red Stick Zhang Ziyue beside him.

Zhang Ziyue replied with a wry smile, "Master Wu, the Dark Clown isn’t one person, it’s a group."

"A group?"

"Yes, there are about two to three people in this group."

"Assassins?"

"No, they’re debt collectors from the Underworld."

"Debt collectors?"

"It means they collect debts for people, not necessarily money; it could be something else. That’s why they usually don’t kill their targets, but those targeted by them often end up living a fate worse than death."

"Can you briefly describe their abilities? What are they best at?"

Wu Li didn’t have time to receive a slow introduction to the knowledge of the Underworld; he wanted to quickly understand the capabilities of the "Dark Clown."

Knowing time was of the essence, Zhang Ziyue got straight to the point, "The Dark Clown typically operates in pairs, where one creates chaos to draw most of the attention, and then the other finds the target to complete the mission. They are exceptionally skilled with guns and also particularly formidable in close combat, considered top-tier fighters in the Underworld."

"The Dark Clown has never failed once they strike, and on that rewards list in the Underworld, the Dark Clown ranks seventh," Zhang Ziyue added at last.

Wu Li nodded, now having a rough idea of the caliber of his opponents.

When he first encountered Feng Lin, he mentioned there was a list in the Underworld. Later, Wu Li specifically inquired about it from Li San; the so-called list was a bounty posted on the dark web.

Only those with a high enough bounty price and who had been on the run long enough were listed; there were eight people in total. Looking at it now, there seemed to be more than eight since this "Dark Clown" was listed as a group.

A high price indicated how much people despised these individuals; a long duration indirectly confirmed their strength, as they had managed to survive so long with a hefty bounty on their heads.

Paul, hailed by Feng Lin as the "God of Spears," ranked second. Now, this "Dark Clown" ranked seventh; although ranking may not directly reflect strength, it was enough to prompt Wu Li’s vigilance.

"That means the Dark Clown that Master He went after is the one drawing attention, and the other one will be here soon," Wu Li murmured.

At that moment, the group had just run out of the main building, aiming to dash across the lawn to the large building in the back.

Bang!

The sound of shattering glass rang out as a figure burst out of a second-floor window.

"Don’t shoot!"

Before everyone could instinctively raise their guns to fire, Wu Li shouted first, detecting the identity of the person through their momentum—it was He Ye.

"Old He!"

"Master!"

Two bodyguards immediately went to help He Ye, who had tumbled to the ground. He was covered in blood, coughing up more that soaked the front of his shirt red.

"Old He, how are you?" Xie Ming quickly moved forward to ask.

"Cough... cough... I won’t die..."

He Ye looked at Wu Li, "Their strength... cough cough... terrifyingly big, Master Wu... be careful..."

Wu Li was about to respond when his gaze suddenly sharpened toward something above.

"Look out!"

A dark shadow swiftly moved through the night sky like Spiderman, flinging several dark figures toward them before the figure landed with a smooth roll and hid behind a flower bed on the lawn.

"Grenade—"

Amidst shouts, everyone quickly scattered.

Wu Li reacted instantly as the grenade was thrown; his right hand swept his waist, then with a flick of his arm, three darts shot out!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three faint sounds followed as Wu Li’s darts deflected the grenades.

But Wu Li wasn’t complacent; even as he shot the darts, he turned and stretched out his arms like the wings of a great eagle, scooping up Xie Ming, Chen Gang, and a cameraman from the Seeking Martial Arts crew beside him, and hurled towards the nearby room, bursting open the door, all four crashing to the ground.

Boom!

Flames erupted, the fire raging.

Even though the grenades had been deflected by Wu Li’s darts, the explosion was too swift and powerful, and the blast wave, along with shrapnel, still injured several people who hadn’t found cover in time.

And yet, had it not been for Wu Li’s intervention, all present might have been dead or critically injured.

As the blast sounded, a figure rushed out from behind the flower bed, closing in fast after the explosion.

Zhang Ziyue, having been knocked to the ground first, was the quickest to react, immediately firing two shots at the approaching figure.

Such an attack, however, only caused the attacker to perform a swift roll, closing the distance quickly. Spinning with the motion, a Short Knife slit through the air, targeting Zhang Ziyue half-kneeling on the ground!

Being a Master Level Martial Artist, Zhang Ziyue’s reflexes were sharp enough to contemplate his predicament at the critical moment of the knife’s fierce approach, but that was all he could do—contemplate.

He had the Yuan Yang Yue on his back, but he knew he didn’t have time to draw it, not even enough time to dodge.

"Why did my first reaction be to shoot instead of drawing my weapon..."

This bitter thought flashed through Zhang Ziyue’s mind.

Swish! Death approached.

Ping—

The knife’s trajectory was altered, as a dart, in a fraction-of-a-second rescue, flew past Zhang Ziyue’s ear, cutting open the skin on his forehead and aiming at the oncoming enemy, forcing a change in their knife attack.

"Huh?"

A surprised exhale came from the mouth of the person before Zhang Ziyue, who was dressed in a black combat suit and wore a ludicrous clown mask. However, at that moment, the scene was anything but funny.

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