White Rabbit’s gaze froze upon Gaoyang, her smile vanishing as her face turned deathly pale.

She shouted to Wu Dahai, “Get them out of here, now—”

*Bang!*

With a thunderous crash, the floor-to-ceiling bulletproof glass shattered, shards scattering like glittering snowflakes.

In that instant, Gaoyang caught sight of a figure among the fragments—a man clad in black.

Dressed in a night suit, head covered, his arms and legs drawn tightly together like a “black iron ball,” he had plunged from high above, using the force of his descent to shatter the bulletproof glass.

But this was hundreds of meters up—had he jumped from a helicopter?

It all happened so quickly, Gaoyang had no time to process.

The moment he hit the floor, the man in black unfurled his body, landing with both feet before somersaulting forward, lunging at the stunned Lamb, dagger flashing from his belt.

As the blade neared Lamb’s chest, a shadow streaked by, pulling him from the dagger’s lethal path.

White Rabbit held Lamb, rolling several times to absorb the impact.

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Without a second’s hesitation, she released Lamb, launching herself toward the man in black with ferocious speed.

The intruder reacted instantly, arching backward to evade her powerful kick. As she soared over him, he raised his leg swiftly, striking her abdomen.

The blow was lightning-fast, unnaturally strong, and sent White Rabbit careening toward the ceiling like a billiard ball struck mid-path.

With a loud thud, she hit the ceiling before rebounding down.

The man in black stood his ground, reversing his grip on the dagger, poised to deliver a fatal blow.

*Clang!*

His dagger was intercepted by a Tang sword. He froze, shocked by Qingling’s astonishing speed from seven or eight meters away.

He pressed down with his dagger, forcing Qingling’s body forward, his left hand straightening like a hunting cobra, striking toward her throat with vicious speed and precision.

But as he extended his left hand, he suddenly retracted, narrowly catching the dagger that nearly pierced his right eye—a concealed weapon Qingling had manipulated with 【Metal】.

Sensing imminent danger, he pivoted, flinging the dagger back.

Ten meters away, Officer Huang had just drawn his pistol when the dagger struck his right arm, causing him to drop his gun in shock.

Yet as a【Gunslinger】, his gun was an extension of himself; in a swift motion, he crouched, catching the gun mid-air with his left hand, spun, and fired three rounds fluidly.

All three bullets hit their mark, though not in the head as intended, as the man in black raised his forearm to block them. Blood spurted from his arm, yet he showed no sign of pain, moving even faster toward his target.

Realizing his opponent’s monstrous resilience, Officer Huang tried to fire again.

The blade swung.

*Bang!* The shot went wide, hitting the ceiling.

As Officer Huang came to, he saw his left forearm—the one holding the gun—suspended in mid-air, blood droplets scattered like stars.

He realized his left hand was severed.

His pupils dilated, terror reflected in them as he glimpsed the ghost-like figure of the man in black.

*Thud!* The blood-stained dagger pierced Officer Huang’s heart.