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Get down here, now!” Zheng Zha shouted as he burst into the museum, simultaneously noticing a wall on the second floor suddenly shudder violently, spiderweb cracks appearing across the thick surface. This immediately sent Eve into a loud shriek, but the woman was quick-witted enough to immediately race down the stairs toward the first floor. O’Connell and the others also drew their pistols.

Before they could even exchange greetings with Zheng Zha’s group, a section of the second-floor wall exploded outward, and a giant nearly three meters tall burst into the museum. Upon seeing Zheng Zha, he roared, “Coward who only knows how to run! Dare to fight me again, and I’ll smash you into two flat pancakes!” Before the words even finished, he leaped down carelessly from the second floor.

Zheng Zha blinked slightly, looking at the muscular giant, because the giant’s other arm had already fully recovered. Except for its skin looking slightly pale, this arm was also packed with muscle, every sinew bulging as if forged from iron. By this time, the giant had landed between Eve and the others with a dull thud, leaving two distinct footprints impressed upon the cement floor.

The ease with which the floor yielded to his weight revealed the terrifying mass and immense power of the muscular giant. The giant ignored Eve, instead dragging a nearby bookcase over. He lifted this massive piece of furniture and hurled it toward Zheng Zha and his companions.

While the raw power was astonishing, the aiming was equally disastrous; it flew past their heads by the narrowest margin, smashing into the long row of glass display cases behind them. The museum director let out a groan. Just as he was about to roar a few words, O’Connell, the two Americans, and the man in black all raised their guns and fired continuously at the muscular giant.

However, the bullets seemed incapable of piercing his skin. After a series of pop-pop-pop sounds, the projectiles began dropping harmlessly to the floor. “Damn it!

Zheng Zha, what kind of monster did you drag here! Is he one of that other monster’s subordinates?” O’Connell shouted while firing. Zheng Zha could only offer a wry smile, shouting back, “…In a way, yes, they are associated with that mummy.

Just leave this place quickly; the fight here is beyond your involvement. Qi Tengyi! Get them out of the museum first!” Eve immediately shrieked, “O’Connell!

If you dare abandon me, I won’t let you go even if I become a mummy myself!” O’Connell grimaced and shrugged at Zheng Zha, drawing the second pistol from his waist. He yelled, “Damn it, why did I end up with a woman like you! Hurry up and circle around past us!” Seeing the muscular giant preparing to turn his attention toward Eve, Zheng Zha reluctantly pulled his dagger from his storage ring, stomped his foot, and charged toward the giant.

Before Eve could be attacked, he unleashed the dagger, aiming for the giant’s legs. The giant’s reaction, however, was lightning fast. He forcefully pushed off the ground and leaped high into the air, soaring several meters before Zheng Zha’s strike could connect.

Simultaneously, he summoned the Tiger Fingers onto his fist and smashed it toward the ground. A massive wave of pressure slammed down, leaving Zheng Zha unable to even retreat a single step. He could only meet the giant’s incoming strike with his dagger.

With a deafening crash, the ground where they stood completely collapsed, plunging them both from the first floor to a level beneath them. The onlookers were stunned. O’Connell quickly asked, “Is there a basement down there?” The museum director nodded dazedly.

“Yes, down there is a storage area for documents, shattered stelae, and fragments of the broken mummy… Are you sure they are human?” O’Connell suddenly looked up toward the second floor, saying coldly, “I don’t know if they are human, but if we don’t flee for our lives now… we probably won’t be human for long either.” On the second floor, the gaunt man wielding the scimitar—who had been knocked back by the gunfire earlier—stood motionless and expressionless at the top of the stairs. There was no visible mark on him from the bullets, as if they had no effect whatsoever. His scimitar was even more bizarre; a chilling mist slowly emanated from it, making the two great sabers look like cold, curving moons.

The gaunt man leaped down silently and lunged once more toward Eve, whose back was turned. Just then, two girls burst into the museum through the same entrance Zheng Zha had used. One, a sharp-featured girl with short hair, flickered a cold light in her hand—a silver throwing knife sped directly toward the gaunt man’s neck, forcing him to deflect it with his own blade.

With a clang of metal against metal, the impact sent the gaunt man stumbling back a full meter before he finally landed, but by then, Eve had already thrown herself into O’Connell’s arms. The two women who had entered were Zhao Yingkong and Zhan Lan. Zhan Lan frowned as she looked at the large hole in the floor.

She then said, “You all leave the museum first; we’ll talk later… Wind Spirit!” Zhan Lan’s response was timely. As soon as the two arrived, Zhao Yingkong, gripping the Ming Fire dagger, charged toward the gaunt man with the dual scimitars. Zhan Lan quickly cast a layer of Wind Spirit enhancement upon Zhao Yingkong.

The already swift young girl’s speed became even more ethereal, and in almost a flash, her flame-wreathed dagger collided with the mist-shrouded, cold-gleaming scimitars. With a sharp crack, a flash of red light flickered on the gaunt man’s left hand; one of his scimitars clattered onto the floor. “You—you are also from an Assassin lineage!” The gaunt man’s expression changed drastically.

Ignoring the fallen weapon, he began to frantically retreat backward. Zhao Yingkong’s eyes shone with a bloodthirsty gleam. Holding her dagger, she walked step by measured step toward the retreating man; in reality, her speed far outpaced his backward scramble.

Just as she was about to strike, Zhao Yingkong’s expression suddenly contorted, and she flipped backward. Where she had just stood, several throwing knives appeared… No, they weren't throwing knives, but several glittering, transparent surgical scalpels. A white figure flashed out from the second floor—a European man with blonde hair, dressed like a doctor, stood in front of the gaunt man.

At the second-floor window frame, a young monk stood with several men and women behind him. The monk watched the people on the first floor with a look of playful interest—the kind of interest a cat shows a mouse struggling in its paws: bloodthirsty, icy cold… He jumped down—