日本高清一二三不卡区

Chapter 1809: Fierce Battle (Part Three)

“Lass...” Mo Fei watched as the lass who never spoke a word closed her eyes for the final time. She kneeled on the ground with endless hatred in her eyes.

The lass died in Mo Qi’s arms in the end. Up until the moment of her death, she never got to tell him how much she liked him.

However, she was already satisfied that she died for him. Therefore, a smile remained on the corner of her lips as she passed.

Mo Fei knelt beside the lass. She still remembered the first time they brought the lass back. Her eyes were filled with endless fear. Eventually, she might still be scared of everyone, but she granted Mo Fei and Mo Qi her wholehearted trust.

Mo Fei and Mo Qi were the lass’ entire world. They, too, treated the lass like their own younger sister. Mo Fei even told Mo Qi before that she must help the lass find her family.

Yet—

“Argh—” Mo Fei roared and rose to her feet all of a sudden. She lifted Mo Qi’s wheelchair and flung it at Mo Tian. Then, she threw herself at Mo Tian too.

As Ye Cong and Qian Yikun spent all their might trying to hold Mo Tian back, a kick landed on Mo Tian’s chest a second before Mo Tian struggled himself free. The crack from his ribcage resonated into everyone’s ears.

Qian Yikun knelt on one knee on the ground. When he raised his head, he saw Mo Fei already latched herself onto Mo Tian’s neck. When Mo Tian flung her around forcefully, her body flew forward. However, her hands held onto his head relentlessly. She wanted to take advantage of the force to break his neck.

Mo Fei’s adamantium arm nearly tore Mo Fei’s arms into shreds, but she did not care.

“Qian Yikun—” Mo Fei shouted.

Qian Yikun got up. Ye Cong knelt on one knee and placed his palms together for support. Qian Yikun ran over from afar and stepped on Ye Cong’s hands. Then, he leaped up to a height that normal people could not achieve. He spun one hundred and eighty degrees before wrapping his arms around Mo Tian’s head.

Mo Fei forcefully retreated at this second. A clear cracking sound came from Mo Tian’s arm—it broke.

Just as she was forcefully slammed to the ground, Mo Fei continued to ignore her severed arm. She used the last of her strength to rip off Mo Tian’s arm, which was covered in blood.

Mo Tian roared. Qian Yikun did not wait for him to shake off the person on top of him. In a burst of strength, Qian Yikun gave Mo Tian’s neck a full twist.

Then, Qian Yikun collapsed to the ground.

At the moment of Qian Yikun’s descent, Mo Tian collapsed to the ground too. His broken neck hung limply on his shoulder as his knees gave way. He collapsed on his face.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment. Even the falling snowflakes seemed to have halted in their course. They hovered in the air, unwilling to land on the blood-stained ground.

There was heavy breathing from everyone in the vicinity. Mo Fei held Mo Tian’s bloody adamantium arm was still in her hands. It was stained with everyone’s blood, along with Mo Tian’s own.

Mo Fei looked at the man lying face down on the ground. His arm was broken, and his head was twisted at an unnatural angle. His eyes that had yet to close had a scary sharpness to them.

Dead; finally dead.

He was finally dead.

When Qian Yikun used the last bit of his strength to crawl to her side and hug her, Mo Fei buried her face in his bloody shoulder and wailed.

Qian Yikun’s hand, which was covered in blood, landed gently on her hair. He slumped to the ground.

This was probably the most intense battle he ever experienced since he became a police officer.