Chapter 511: Surround and Kill

Yao Qing's heart skipped a beat.

Unlike on the highway, this was Yao Qing's first time seeing assassins up close. Their burly physiques and deadly weapons all screamed terror. These were true desperadoes, with dozens of lives on their hands.

And from what he heard them say, there were more than just the two of them this time. The museum was very likely already infiltrated by assassins.

At this crucial moment, Chen Ling still hadn't returned...

In the darkness, Yao Qing's face was deathly pale. He forced himself to calm down and ponder a solution.

Since the assassins' target was Su Zhiwei, the best solution would undoubtedly be to find Su Zhiwei first and get her out of here... But Yao Qing couldn't do that, because his grandmother was also in the museum at that moment.

Given the assassins' demeanor, they didn't seem likely to leave any survivors. If they found his grandmother, the consequences would be unimaginable... But even he couldn't manage to avoid all the assassins, gather Su Zhiwei, his grandmother, and Yang Xiao, and then quietly escape.

No escape... Did he have to fight these assassins?

In the darkness, Yao Qing watched the two assassins walk away and couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Yao Qing, pull yourself together!" Yao Qing muttered to himself. "Chen Ling isn't here; you're the only one who can protect them! You know this place best, that's an advantage... As long as you're prepared, it's not impossible to win!" In the darkness, the young man's gaze grew increasingly determined.

Yao Qing's mind raced. After taking a deep breath, he quietly took another corridor, circling ahead of the two assassins.

"Why is this damn place so convoluted?"

The assassin with the military knife stood at a fork in the path, cursing under his breath.

"Which way should we go?"

"I don't know... Have we been here before?"

"No, that's impossible," the assassin with the micro-submachine gun said, pointing to an embroidery on the wall. "I've memorized the embroidery at every junction, and I haven't seen this pattern before."

"That doesn't make sense, but the broom in the corner is leaning in the exact same direction... Are you sure we haven't circled back?"

"These embroideries are all different; they can't just change, can they?"

"...So, left or right?"

The other assassin was about to say something when a faint sound suddenly echoed from the end of the right corridor. They exchanged glances, and a look of surprise flashed across their faces.

They tightened their grip on their weapons, moving quietly along the wall, their eyes constantly scanning their surroundings with vigilance, like ghosts in the darkness.

This corridor was a cloister encircling the central courtyard. Through the glass on one side, one could see the courtyard. However, with the lights out and the night rain obscuring visibility, only the faint outlines of a few rockeries were barely visible.

The sound just now was like a faint noise accidentally made when a glass door closed. So, at this moment, both men's gazes were fixed on the dim courtyard. They were certain someone was hiding there.

One assassin gripped the handle of the glass door, gently pressed down, and slowly pushed it open, making as little sound as possible. But the moment they stepped out of the cloister and into the courtyard, a large dark shadow plummeted from the second-floor eaves!

Bang—!!

A stone stool, originally meant to be placed around a stone table, weighing dozens of pounds, now precisely smashed down onto the head of the assassin holding the micro-submachine gun.

Even with their vigilance at its peak, they hadn't expected danger to arrive in such a manner. The assassin couldn't react at all before feeling an incredibly hard, heavy object smash into his head. His vision instantly went black, and he fell with a thud.

At the same time, Yao Qing, carrying a baseball bat, leaped from the eaves, the bat whistling as it struck towards the head of the other assassin!

His companion's sudden fall instantly tensed the assassin's nerves. Years of blood-soaked killing instinct made him instinctively dodge to the side without hesitation. Even though Yao Qing's movements were extremely fast and fluid, he didn't manage to hit his head. Instead, the bat landed with a thud on his shoulder, followed by a scream.

"Damn it!" Yao Qing's heart sank.

The assassin's shoulder was injured by Yao Qing's blow, rendering him unable to lift his arm. But at the same time, Yao Qing's figure was completely exposed. The assassin glared at him, his remaining right hand gripping the military knife that gleamed with a chilling light, and swiftly slashed towards Yao Qing!

Yao Qing was shocked. While frantically retreating, he barely managed to parry the military knife's slashes with his baseball bat. The loud clang of metal on metal echoed through the courtyard.

After all, Yao Qing was just a college student. He was no match for a professional assassin in terms of physical fitness or combat experience. After barely parrying a few blows, he was caught off guard by a kick to the chest, sending him flying backward!

Yao Qing rolled twice on the ground, his clothes covered in dust. As he just lifted his head, he saw a cold glint flash through the air, heading straight for his throat!

It's over...

Yao Qing instinctively closed his eyes. Just then, a strong gust of wind swept in from the side!

A figure kicked the assassin's wrist, causing the blade to miss and slice harmlessly into the air beside Yao Qing. Yao Qing opened his eyes in surprise, to see a graceful figure in white martial arts attire standing in front of him.

"Su Zhiwei?!" In the faint light, the assassin saw the face, and his eyes immediately lit up with joy!

"Sister Zhiwei?!"

Two voices rang out. Su Zhiwei's eyes were as cold as ice. She seemed to have just been preparing for sleep, her dark long hair cascaded over her shoulders, slightly damp from the night rain. Her expression only relaxed slightly after seeing that Yao Qing was not injured.

The assassin's blade immediately turned, whistling as it slashed towards her body. Su Zhiwei, changing her steps, lightly dodged two slashes.

Her white martial arts attire billowed in the evening wind. Su Zhiwei's palm struck heavily on the assassin's knife-wielding wrist, forcefully deflecting the slash. At the same time, her right foot stomped forward, her left palm retracted, and her right fist shot out, crashing into the assassin's chest!

Xingyi Quan!

Thud—!!

A muffled thud echoed. The assassin's chest immediately caved in, likely from broken ribs, and he staggered backward, falling to the ground.

It wasn't that Su Zhiwei's kung fu was exceptionally strong. The main reason was that Yao Qing's blow had incapacitated one of the assassin's hands. Relying on only one hand to wield his knife, he naturally couldn't be a match for Su Zhiwei, who had a martial arts background.

Su Zhiwei repelled the assassin with a punch, then kicked the military knife away. Her white martial arts attire fluttered lightly in the night rain...

Just as she was about to turn back to help Yao Qing up, she suddenly stopped, as if she had seen something.

Perhaps because of the loud commotion from their earlier fight, four figures successively smashed through windows inside the museum and climbed out. They sneered as they looked at Su Zhiwei in the courtyard, forcefully racking the slides of their guns...

Four dark muzzles simultaneously pointed at Su Zhiwei in the center.

"Now, where can you run?"