Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
As the gunfire stopped, there was a deathly silence and nobody made the slightest noise. The silence was akin to a frame freeze, save the solemn lapping of the waves against the rocks.
Eleven, in white, stood in the middle whilst the men pointed their guns at her. As nobody moved, Mo Ye saw that Eleven was fine and heaved a sigh of relief. What he saw shocked him…
Eleven slowly raised her hand, with bullets between her fingers. There were over twenty bullets between her fingers and she did not miss a single one. Ding Ke looked at Eleven in fear.
If her injuring Big Boss Mo could be interpreted as Big Boss Mo underestimating her and not take her (at her brink of death) seriously, how should this scene be interpreted?
How could men catch bullets? It was one thing to catch a bullet, but to catch over twenty bullets would have definitely injured Big Boss Mo.
This was unavoidable.
Even if one were fast, there was a limit to it. Anyone who surpassed that limit was a… monster.
“Hmmph!” Eleven coldly laughed. Eleven was one who rarely laughed, and she was more often emotionless than coldly laughing. She would only show that bit more emotion when she was with Ye Wei and company.
This was not the first time she coldly laughed today.
Such a laughter had a searing mockery and deep disdain, along with even more of her callousness, arrogance that was paraded before one’s eyes.
This laughter was the epitome of fear.
The men who fired did not understand how the bullets ended up in her hands.
“Mo Ye, are you still of the opinion there is somewhere out there that you can entrap me?” Eleven’s body gently shuddered as she slightly shook her head. Her casual coldness was even more intimidating than Big Boss Mo’s show of coldness.
“You…” Mo Ye realized that he was lost for words.
Eleven suddenly raised her hand, and the twenty-over bullets in her hand flew out. As three of the bullets flew towards Big Boss Mo, screams of agony rose and fall as bullets flew and hit the men in black. Eleven had shown some restraint as she did not want their lives. The bullets hit their thighs and caused them to kneel on the ground and be out of the fight.
As a person who was extremely clear about whom she bore a grudge against, she wanted the experts’ lives as they had tortured her despite being punch-clock villains. As those ten-over days in the dungeon were her most agonizing and despondent days, killing them was her catharsis.
But these men were merely bodyguards. Although she had killed many, she would not take the lives of innocent people. She would kill anybody who had crossed her and leave everybody else alone…
But Big Boss Mo was different.
She shot three bullets at Big Boss Mo’s critical parts extremely viciously and quickly. If the bullets found home, Big Boss Mo would surely die.
Mo Ye dodged two of the bullets as one of them grazed his arm. As a searing pain shot through his arm, a trail of blood appeared on his shirt as blood trickled down his arm, onto the back of his hand, and over his fingertips to below his feet.
One drop, two drops…
The hardened men were able to endure the pain and did not make noise after they screamed. With agonizing looks, they clutched their wounds as they sat aside.
Mo Ye’s gaze became even calmer.
Claire sighed. “Karma, karma indeed.” He instantly sounded much older.
None of them could escape, and would not be able to escape. As she at least had a conscience, she would not anyhow take lives. Claire knew that she would not spare him and Big Boss Mo.
Given how she looked at Big Boss Mo with merely immense hatred, she especially hated Big Boss Mo.
“So you do want to kill me,” Mo Ye flatly replied as he took a glance at his injured arm. “I want to ask you something,” he slowly said.
Eleven remained quiet as she looked at him coldly. Mo Ye knew she would not answer him, and continued to ask, “Did we know each other before?”
“No!” Eleven flatly replied as she clenched her fists. She regretted once knowing him. Mo Ye was the very first (of the very few) person she hated in her life.
She wished she could perish with him in hatred.
Mo Ye was about to ask further, but Eleven would not allow it. She had only one impulse in her heart – murder this man. As Eleven acted to her heart’s wishes, she swung her palm at Mo Ye.
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Eleven, properly fighting him this time, did not rely on her incredible speed to take his life. She landed punch upon punch on Mo Ye, and he was extremely aware of how vicious her moves were.
He had a good grasp of how capable Eleven and Ye Wei were and knew their moves. Since Eleven was an expert and hand-to-hand combat, her punches were swift and aggressive. When he used to spar with her, he was able to have the upper hand. He did not enjoy the upper hand now.
He even did not dare to meet her punches as she punched with such aggressiveness his bones were almost shattered. He was shocked, and knew that he could not outmatch her.
“What, aren’t you always overbearing eh? Just defending and not attacking eh?” Eleven coldly laughed as she landed a hard kick on his abdomen. As she had kicked Mo Ye extremely hard, Mo Ye could feel a fiery pain in his abdomen despite curling his body to absorb some impact.
Before he could react, Eleven’s fist rained down on his spine. As though she wanted to snap his spine, she punched him extremely hard.
As Eleven did not show any mercy, Mo Ye took two consecutive blows and was somewhat weak. As he was clearly the underdog whilst fighting Eleven, he was smartly wearing her down.
As Eleven was still human, he knew better than anybody that a human body would eventually expend itself. Claire had just hinted to him that the virus in Eleven’s body had just fused with the cells and was still extremely unstable. He had to think of how he would delay her and wear her out before pinning her down.
One had to outwit a much more formidable opponent.
Eleven could not be bothered and merely wanted to punch him as catharsis. When she landed a third punch on Mo Ye’s chest, Mo Ye coughed out blood and his back arched from the pain. Eleven, who was extremely pleased, coldly smiled.
She grabbed Mo Ye’s collar and pinned him against the wall as she moved forward. She suddenly punched him in his abdomen, chest…
One punch, two punches… As she took her anger out on him, she became even more pleased as she punched him.
She punched Mo Ye until he was continuously coughing blood.
Ding Ke was extremely flustered and at a loss as to how to resolve the condition. Should he shoot Eleven in the back?