nly pulled Warmth up, and she fell into his arms. Yè Fēimò was very strong, holding Warmth on his lap, hugging her comfortably. Warmth felt embarrassed. Fortunately, there were also other couples sitt...He could only describe them as fierce. The two black assassins were also incredibly skilled, tall and muscular, radiating power. Just by looking at their build, one could tell that Wu Shuang was definitely no match for them in terms of strength. Ghost Face had been active for many years and hadn't encountered many female assassins or special operatives. Most of the famous ones relied on guns and hidden weapons. Women's hand-to-hand combat skills were naturally inferior to men's, so they usually opted for more agile tactics. Few women could engage in such a thrilling close-quarters fight.

Two black assassins attacked from both sides. Wudang leaped up, sweeping with her leg and striking one of the assassins in the chest. He staggered back several steps. Wudang immediately ducked to avoid a punch from the other assassin on her right, and countered with a jab to his chin. He spat out white water and retreated as well. The remaining assassin charged, landing a punch on Wudang’s shoulder, which caused a tingling sensation. But in an instant, she retaliated with three quick punches, forcing him against the wall. She then grabbed his arm, roared, and hurled him out the window.

The killer, who weighed twice as much as her, was thrown out by her like garbage. The ghost stared in disbelief, "Wow, is this a woman Is this a woman Is this a woman It's really rare to see such a powerful woman."

The Black assassin was thrown out, his body smashing against the window. The glass shattered and he fell from the third floor. Suddenly, a gunshot rang out. Gui Mian thought to himself, it must have been a sniper on high ground who fired the shot, killing him in a hail of bullets.

Another assassin was shocked. He thought it would be easy for the three of them to kill a woman, but in just a short time, she had killed two of his companions, leaving him alone to fight.

無雙 regained her composure, loosening the shoulder that had been punched. It was as simple as stretching her muscles. She then twisted her fist and once again assumed a fighting stance, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. Her provocation carried a hint of disdain, as if she looked down on him, believing she could defeat him with a single punch. Gui Mian was taken aback by her audacity. Her temper was truly unrestrained. Even in this situation, why provoke him

The black killer was indeed incompetent. He was so provoked by Wu Shuang that he roared and rushed forward with his fists swinging. Wu Shuang also swung his fists to meet him, and the two of them clashed in a fierce fight. This man's punches and kicks were quite impressive, but they were nothing compared to Wu Shuang's terrifying power. After a few moves, Wu Shuang knocked him unconscious, and he couldn't get up again. Gui Mian estimated that this black man's rib cage must have been broken by Wu Shuang's punches.

A woman using three strikes and hooks with such power and domineering presence, each punch carrying an unstoppable momentum. Few men possess such a formidable aura. Ghost Face, both in awe and fear, could only think... it's terrifying.

As expected of Ye Wei's daughter, she lived up to her mother's legacy. She was just as formidable back then, effortlessly taking down three black assassins while only receiving a few punches on the shoulder.

"How do you compare to me in terms of skill" Wushuang laughed, a domineering grin spreading across his face as he raised an eyebrow. All the assassins on the third floor had been taken care of.

Guimian smiled, “Are you trying to scare me off”

"Knowing your limits and withdrawing is nothing to be ashamed of. Rest assured, I won't laugh at you." Wu Shuang waved her hand, her queenly aura undeniable. Gui Mian shook his head, but Wu Shuang suddenly narrowed her eyes and swiftly pounced on him, taking him down. A volley of bullets whizzed past their heads, embedding themselves in the wall. The wall was instantly riddled with bullet holes, followed by a deafening barrage of gunfire. A hail of bullets shattered the windows and swept into the room.

"Go!" WuShuang grabbed Gui Mian's arm, ignoring his gunshot wound, and threw him to the ground. The floor was slippery, making it easy for people to move on it. Gui Mian used the momentum to slide across the floor and hide in a corner. WuShuang rolled several times on the ground before hiding in another corner, with a wall blocking them, safe for now.

……

Gui Mian held a gun in his left hand, clutching at his bleeding right arm. Wu Shuang yanked at his arm, pulling the wound tighter. The bullet was still lodged in his muscle. This tugging only made things worse; blood gushed out uncontrollably, painting a trail of crimson across the floor where Gui Mian had stumbled.

Wu Shuang narrowed his eyes, "Can you still hold on"

"No problem!" It's just a gunshot wound, and it's not even a vital area, just the shoulder. It's just skin deep, just bear with it and it'll be fine. The most important thing is to leave this Devil's Castle. There are still many assassins waiting for them downstairs.

Once you go out, death is certain.

If they hide here, the Duke will use a siege tactic and they won't be able to hold out for long. They'll die eventually.

Gui Mian was drenched in cold sweat, his lips pale. Wu Shuang knew he couldn't hold on much longer, but how could they escape the Devil Castle The perimeter was heavily guarded, and the Duke could let them leave unless he wanted to ruin his reputation. He would definitely make them die here.

The only viable option now is to seek help, but London is the first terrorist organization's turf. However, there's a jamming system here, her phone has no signal, and her microcomputer unfortunately got broken.

"Go for it!" said Ghost Noodles, his gaze resolute. "If you absolutely have to, just go alone. Don't worry about me."

Not implicating their comrades is their principle as assassins. No matter how close they are, it doesn't matter. If one person can't make it, they would rather end themselves than drag their comrades down. Besides, he and Mo Wushuang weren't particularly close, so Ghost Face didn't care.

Wu Shuang's gaze sank slightly; she couldn't abandon the Ghost Noodles.

That shot was a miss. If it hadn't hit Gui Mian, perhaps they both could have gotten out safely. Even if they had fought hard, with their skills, it wouldn't have been impossible. Wushuang pursed her lips and smiled arrogantly, "If you want to leave, let's leave together!"

She drew a pistol from her back waist and dumped all the gear from her handbag. She pulled out gun parts from her boots, leaving Ghostface speechless again. How could she possibly have so much equipment on her

He couldn't see it at all. Wu Shuang was assembling a firearm while saying, "Women have more places to hide things than you men."

Ghost Noodles nodded in agreement. He couldn't believe it, she pulled out so many things from her body, where did they all come from

"What are you doing" The weapon Wu Shuang was assembling looked like a sniper rifle, but it didn't seem like the usual kind. Its range probably wouldn't be very far...

Wushuang said, "If you want to go out, you must kill the sniper!"

"The Devil Castle and the surrounding castles are a hundred meters apart. A sniper rifle like yours wouldn't work at all, how could you kill the sniper" Ghost Face asked in astonishment, Wu Shuang was being too idealistic. even more. He used her unique psychology to his advantage. Before, she would go anywhere, and within a month, she'd return to Eastern Europe to chase after him. His subordinates were very familiar wi...