Chapter 142: Zhao Yi's Valor

"Who?!" Jing Ge's heart skipped a beat when he saw a figure on the tracks. He only relaxed when he realized the person wasn't wearing a trench coat.

"It's a civilian from District Three," another enforcer said. "They probably want to hitch a ride on the train and have been running alongside it... Just ignore them."

Zuo Tong grunted and kept running forward. But when his gaze fell upon the rapidly approaching face, he paused slightly. He felt like he had seen this person somewhere before... Zuo Tong couldn't quite recall; there had been too many faces in the crowd just now for him to remember each one clearly. He decided to simply ignore the person and continued running alongside the other two enforcers.

But perhaps it was his imagination, the civilian seemed to pick up speed, running straight towards him! By the time Zuo Tong realized something was wrong, it was too late. The person didn't even glance at the other two, showing no signs of slowing down, and crashed violently into him. Their eyes, blazing red with fury, resembled those of a beast!

*Thud—!* Zuo Tong had no escape; the figure tackled him directly to the ground!

"I've got you... Damn you!!" Zhao Yi's eyes were wide with rage. Without another word, he drew the short blade from Zuo Tong's waist and thrust it down abruptly!

Zuo Tong was terrified, his hands quickly coming up to block, desperately holding the blade suspended in mid-air. Both men were exerting themselves to the limit, their bodies trembling uncontrollably as they remained locked in a stalemate.

"Where did this madman come from?!" Zuo Tong cried out in alarm. "Help me!"

Seeing this, Jing Ge and the other enforcer momentarily looked confused, but they immediately drew their blades and rushed over. Zhao Yi completely ignored the approaching danger behind him, simply glaring fiercely at Zuo Tong beneath him. He let out a low growl, and the blade, held in stalemate, began to move downwards, inch by inch... Perhaps due to his youth, or perhaps due to his hatred, his strength began to overcome Zuo Tong's. Just as his blade was about to pierce Zuo Tong's eye, a whistling cold wind came from behind. Zhao Yi's pupils constricted slightly, but even so, he didn't stop.

The next moment, a sharp pain shot through his back! Jing Ge's blade plunged deep into Zhao Yi's back. Zhao Yi's body jolted, and he let out a roar like an enraged lion, recklessly continuing to thrust the short blade in his hand downwards!

"Aaaahhh!!!" The blade pierced one of Zuo Tong's eyeballs. A horrific scream instantly tore through the air, scarlet blood rolling down his cheek as he uncontrollably curled up.

Another blade plunged into Zhao Yi's body, the intense pain causing him to involuntarily fall sideways. The other enforcer kicked him directly in the left shoulder, sending him sprawling to the ground... Zhao Yi's face was extremely pale, but he was a hooligan who had been fighting since childhood, so he understood the basic principles of combat. He rolled on the ground like a dog to absorb the force of the blow, then shakily got to his feet. Two shocking stab wounds on his back were a gory red. His previously bandaged wounds had completely split open, and blood-soaked bandages fell piece by piece to the ground. Zhao Yi's chest heaved violently. In the bleak, cold wilderness, he stood bare-chested, like a cornered beast, his eyes still fixed on Zuo Tong, wishing he could slice him into a thousand pieces.

"Who are you??" Jing Ge's brows furrowed involuntarily. "How dare you attack an enforcer?" He didn't know this person, but the young man's actions just now had truly startled him. This young man was clearly willing to trade his life, taking two stabs just to kill Zuo Tong, evidently aiming for a life-for-a-life exchange... Such madmen were the most troublesome, and their bullets had conveniently run out at the station. Jing Ge would have to hesitate before engaging in close-quarters combat to the death with someone like this.

"So what if I attacked?" Zhao Yi raised the blood-stained short blade, its tip pointing directly at Zuo Tong, who was rolling on the ground clutching his eye. He spoke chillingly, "Not only did I attack, but today I'm taking his pathetic life too!"

"You're just a brat, and you dare to kill an enforcer?" the other enforcer sneered. "You're alone, and there are three of us. What are you going to fight us with?"

Zhao Yi clenched his fists tightly. He grabbed one of the blood-soaked bandages that had slipped from his body and wrapped it around the hilt of the bloody short blade, tying it to his wrist... In his eyes, the madness and desperation of a doomed man flickered.

"My father took thirteen stabs from him... You can try and see how many stabs it takes to kill me."

Hearing this, Zuo Tong, who was still rolling on the ground, seemed to remember something. His one remaining eye widened as he stared at Zhao Yi, speaking in astonishment: "It's you? You're that old man's son!"

"You guessed right," Zhao Yi said chillingly. "And now you deserve to die!" The bandage had completely bound the short blade to his hand. Bare-chested, Zhao Yi charged at Zuo Tong without hesitation, while directly in front of Zuo Tong, the two enforcers braced themselves as if facing a formidable enemy!

Jing Ge glanced at the other enforcer beside him and subtly took half a step back. The bloodthirsty Zhao Yi was the first to clash with that enforcer. Under Zhao Yi's reckless fighting style, the enforcer became flustered. Even though his blade had already torn several wounds into Zhao Yi, Zhao Yi completely disregarded them. He stabbed the enforcer just below the ribs, then desperately twisted the blade, tearing at the flesh! A shriek rose from the enforcer's throat. In extreme pain, he immediately dropped his weapon and stumbled backward. Although Zhao Yi was also wounded, he didn't retreat a single step, lunging forward to continue the fight.

Zhao Yi's ferocity stunned the enforcer. He suddenly felt foolish; why should he suffer for Zuo Tong's trouble? Losing his weapon, he retreated repeatedly, purely focused on dodging Zhao Yi's attacks. Jing Ge, standing nearby, also had no intention of fighting this madman to the death and was forced to retreat several times by the short blade Zhao Yi wielded. Seeing this, Zhao Yi no longer bothered with the two of them. Instead, he abruptly turned and charged directly at Zuo Tong, who was attempting to flee.

Zuo Tong, with one eye blinded, stumbled through the snow, trying to escape. But before he could take more than a few steps, Zhao Yi, rushing from behind, slammed into him, knocking him to the ground!

"Jing Ge! Old Zheng!! Help me!!!" he cried out in terror, struggling with all his might against Zhao Yi.

Jing Ge and the other man exchanged a glance, hesitating whether to go back and help. In the distant thick fog, a figure draped in a blood-red coat slowly walked along the train tracks. The moment they saw that person, their hearts pounded. Without hesitation, they turned and ran! They weren't particularly afraid of Zhao Yi, but Chen Ling was different... Chen Ling was an entity they couldn't resist. Once targeted by him, death was almost certain. In this situation, they decisively chose to abandon Zuo Tong and save themselves!

Chen Ling glanced at the blood-soaked Zhao Yi and slowly spoke, "I did what I promised." Chen Ling didn't stop. Like a crimson reaper, he continued walking towards the two fleeing figures in the fog.