"What an unfortunate situation. It seems my proposal for peace has been ignored, or perhaps you truly believe you can easily defeat our team? Even after losing one member to you at the start..." The little monk slowly walked into the museum.

Following the little monk were two women and one man, joining the gaunt man and the blonde doctor, as well as the muscular giant who had fallen into the basement with Zheng Zha, in addition to the already deceased cyborg, Mohammed Yolif—the Indian team now numbered eight members.

Zhao Yingkong didn't spare a glance for the little monk and his entourage above. Her eyes remained fixed solely on the blonde doctor. Their movements were strikingly similar: subtle shifts made without a sound, hands seemingly empty yet gripping weapons, both silently watching the other, waiting for the precise moment a flaw appeared before striking out like venomous snakes.

"You were the one who captured Mohammed Yolif alive, weren't you? Then you must possess one of those legendary magical weapons? Even I would need considerable effort to take him alive... Young female assassin, snow-white skin, soft red vessels—slice open your belly, gaga, squeeze the viscera between your fingers, mash them into pulp, and squeeze them out... Hahahaha!" The blonde doctor grew increasingly agitated, his voice escalating into maniacal laughter until he lunged at Zhao Yingkong, moving like a shadow.

Zhao Yingkong instantly drew her dagger and held it before her. A sharp clash of metal echoed. She felt an immense, surging force travel up her arm. The blonde doctor wielded two surgical scalpels made of crystal, like glass. Zhao Yingkong only saw a flash of silver light before a sharp pain shot through her right hand holding the dagger; the tip of her thumb had instantly been shorn away, bone and flesh missing by a fifth. Fortunately, her reaction was lightning-fast, and she immediately retreated diagonally with the dagger, thus avoiding the doctor's subsequent strikes. Even so, her right hand was already running blood.

"Doctor Jackal, Alot... Aren't you supposed to be dead? The European assassin families would never let you go... Why are you still alive?" Zhao Yingkong ignored her severed thumb, her eyes suddenly turning vacant and unfocused. As she spoke, she entered the state of unlocking her Genetic Lock. Although her life wasn't in immediate peril, the pressure exerted by the blonde doctor was too intense—it felt as if she could be dismembered completely at the next moment, a smell of bloody death washing over her.

The blonde doctor's expression became ever more deranged. He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood from his scalpel. As he licked, he casually pulled, slicing off the tip of his own tongue. He howled madly, "It’s the blood of a virgin! Skin, vessels, muscle, organs, brain matter... Cut it all open, Hahahaha!" Seeing the blonde doctor on the first floor descending further into madness, the closed-eyed woman next to the little monk frowned and said, "Captain, his mind has gone mad again, and I can't suppress it... If this continues, he might kill everything he sees..." The little monk gazed calmly at the first floor and said quietly, "Then let him go mad. Let's see the true strength of the Central Continent team. If we manage to eliminate a few of them here, we'll begin the 'hunt'—we'll kill the entire Central Continent team..." The blonde doctor screamed wildly, his body shaking violently like a beast. Zhao Yingkong tried several times to rush forward and seize the initiative, but every time she shifted her footing, Alot's gaze would snap towards her, forcing her to stand still. Meanwhile, the muscles on Alot’s body began to swell, tearing his doctor's uniform completely. Slowly, the hair on his body darkened and lengthened until his transformation was complete: he had become a towering werewolf, over two meters tall. Most chillingly, this werewolf's claws were all razor-sharp crystal surgical blades.

"Awooo!" The werewolf threw its head back and roared. Suddenly, blood spurted from its neck as a silver-white throwing knife plunged into it. Alas, the knife's accuracy was sufficient, but its force could only cut through the werewolf's skin, failing to penetrate even two parts deep. Alot pulled the knife out, and with a mighty squeeze of his huge, wolf-like claws, the silver blade was crushed into a flat disc. Then, Alot pushed off the ground and lunged toward Zhao Yingkong.

"Run!" Zhao Yingkong only managed to shout those three words before the werewolf tackled her, sending them crashing through a display case filled with exhibits. Paper scraps and wood shavings flew everywhere. For a moment, all the onlookers could hear was the clang of metal against metal and Zhao Yingkong's continuous muffled groans.

Zhan Lan quickly pulled a smoke grenade from her waist—a weapon she had specifically exchanged for before entering this horror film, which now proved useful. Just as she was about to pull the pin, Qi Tengyi, standing beside her, suddenly pressed the muzzle of his pistol against the back of her head.

Zhan Lan exclaimed in shock and anger, "Qi... Qi Tengyi! Are you insane? Do you think they'll let you go if you kill us? Impossible! They will kill you too... Qi Tengyi?" Grief was evident in Qi Tengyi's eyes, and his hands and body trembled violently, yet the pistol remained firmly pressed against the back of Zhan Lan's skull.

The closed-eyed woman beside the little monk murmured, "That assassin family member has undergone mental fortitude training; I cannot control her. This woman seems to have enhanced mental resilience; controlling her is proving difficult. I can only control the one next to her..." The little monk smiled faintly. "No, well done, Xue Nai. Kill all four people present here. The one in the basement has likely been crushed into paste already; Imani's close-combat power is second only to Alot’s... The Central Continent team doesn't seem like much either. In that case, we..." Before the little monk could finish speaking, a violent crashing and roaring suddenly erupted from the basement. A few seconds later, two figures burst through the floorboards: Zheng Zha, his face covered in blood and muscles bulging, was tightly gripping the neck of the muscular giant, Imani. The two men smashed and collided madly across the floor. Then, with a sharp crack of bone, Imani's body finally went limp. Zheng Zha, his eyes crimson, bit down on Imani's shoulder while holding a dagger to his throat with his other hand.

"I know you have a famous doctor who can reattach a severed limb, but I only snapped his neck... He's still breathing, but he won't last long. Release Qi Tengyi and make everyone retreat from the museum, or we'll both suffer heavy losses!"—(Recommended: Newborn on the Mafa Continent, Book ID: 9971) Click to view image link: cmfu/smenhu.cn?bl_id=9971 Newborn on the Mafa Continent Jump to