Chapter 115: Ants, You Did Your Best
The slaughterhouse was filled with half-carcasses of pigs, bloody and reeking of a pungent, foul smell. And… those hanging half-carcasses weren't necessarily pigs.
Especially since Mo Fei's profession was a Doctor, he could easily distinguish between the anatomical differences of a pig's corpse and a human's corpse.
Mo Fei walked in. In the cold environment, the humid air, with blood still dripping from the meat on both sides, made it exceptionally eerie.
The Butcher, holding his pig-slaughtering knife, hid among them, his eyes fixed on Mo Fei's figure without blinking.
The light was dim, the ground was wet, and there was too much interfering information, so Mo Fei couldn't sense where the Butcher was for a moment.
He could only explore little by little.
He carefully observed the bottom of those half-carcasses, looking for any exposed weaknesses.
Suddenly!
Mo Fei abruptly turned, and a Flying Knife, the size of a green leaf, shot towards the Butcher, tracing an eerie trajectory.
The Butcher was startled, slashed the Flying Knife, and re-hid in the darkness.
"You can block bullets with a pig-slaughtering knife, and you can even cut down a Flying Knife?" Mo Fei clicked his tongue. "Is He that awesome?"
Among the people he knew, perhaps only Little Bitch could possess such ability!
The Butcher, hiding in the dark, was also secretly shocked by Mo Fei's perception. He knew that the reason he could ambush Mo Fei was because he had been here for years, had long been familiar with the environment and light here, and could hear the slightest footsteps of an approaching person, just like in broad daylight. Many top assassins within the Assassin Alliance would easily be played into his hands here, yet Mo Fei, on his first visit, could immediately sense his sneak attack.
"Hey, come out and let's have a proper fight. What kind of hero plays dirty with sneak attacks? That's what women do. You're not a woman, are you?"
Mo Fei explored the meat locker with light steps, constantly provoking the Butcher with his words.
Unfortunately, the Butcher was not a rookie like Wesley and would not be provoked by words. He remained quietly half-crouched in the shadows, his body taut, ready to unleash his strongest strike at any moment.
"Closer, closer, a little closer…" the Butcher muttered to himself.
As Mo Fei gradually delved deeper, he was very close to the Butcher's hiding place.
Mo Fei's ears twitched, and he heard a whistling sound of something cutting through the air behind him, but he wasn't flustered at all. In fact, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and with a slight turn of his foot, he made the Butcher's carefully prepared strike miss.
Are you kidding? Mo Fei, who the System evaluated as surpassing the peak combat power of ordinary people, would be so easily killed?
Mo Fei raised his hand, and a Flying Knife leaped from his fingertips, aiming straight for the Butcher's face.
The Butcher, weighing over three hundred catties, displayed a reaction ability, flexibility, and intelligence completely inconsistent with his obese body. He found the Flying Knife's trajectory and slashed it down.
"I got you!" The Butcher, who had just cut down a Flying Knife, was astonished to find a sky full of reflections suddenly appearing before his eyes. At least seven or eight Flying Knives were attacking him simultaneously.
"Shit!"
The Butcher continuously swung his pig-slaughtering knife, fending off Mo Fei's Flying Knives.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The sound of Flying Knives colliding with the pig-slaughtering knife echoed continuously in the meat locker.
Although the Butcher was powerful, it was clear that swinging his pig-slaughtering knife required much more physical strength than Mo Fei used, meaning Mo Fei could be faster than Him.
During the Butcher's defense, all the deadly Flying Knives were blocked, but unfortunately, there were some Flying Knives aimed at his non-fatal positions that he simply didn't have time to block.
His thigh was pierced by a Flying Knife, fine blood marks appeared on his arm, and even his face was covered in blood due to a new cut.
"Damn it, I'm going to kill you!" Either enraged by the pain or by the fear of Mo Fei's constantly shrinking survival space, the Butcher went berserk. While frantically parrying the Flying Knives, He unleashed his madness, charging towards Mo Fei with a menacing expression, like a man-eating mad tiger, extremely terrifying.
Mo Fei's expression, however, was calm. He spun his feet lightly, retreated unhurriedly, and continued to throw Flying Knives to prevent the Butcher from getting close.
The Butcher, wielding his pig-slaughtering knife and slashing left and right, suddenly felt something was wrong. He opened his eyes and saw that his knife was slicing… a grenade!
The Butcher was stunned. He looked into the distance, where Mo Fei was smiling and waving at Him.
"Boom!!!"
The grenade exploded at close range. How could the Butcher escape? His upper body was blown to a bloody mess, and deep, bone-revealing wounds appeared on his head.
Probably due to the defensive power of his thick fat, he had not died immediately; his body was still twitching.
"I might not be as good as you with a knife, but in terms of trickery, you might not be as good as me." Mo Fei stood in front of the Butcher with a smile, and finished Him off by shooting Him in the head with a P226.
Just after killing the Butcher, Cross and his two companions came up from downstairs.
Past the Butcher's meat locker was the most central location of the Assassin Alliance—Sloan's office.
"I have a count of the Assassin Alliance's assassins. There are still about ten top-tier assassins who haven't appeared yet. If I'm not mistaken, they should all be hiding inside Sloan's office," Cross said.
"Can the four of us deal with them simultaneously?" Wesley asked, a little nervously.
"It'll be very difficult!" Fire Fox said directly. "But I'll draw their fire in a bit to create an opportunity for you guys…"
"No!" Wesley, the simp, immediately jumped out to object. How could he let his goddess be a target?
"Alright, alright, stop acting like it's a farewell!" Mo Fei waved his hand and said, "I have a plan."
"You have a plan?"
Cross and the other two all looked at Mo Fei simultaneously, with suspicion in their eyes. Even the shrewd Cross found it tricky, so what plan could you possibly have?
"Hehe." Mo Fei gave a sinister smile and directly pulled out a pack of TNT explosives from his lower back, which looked to be about one kilogram in size.
Cross: "…"
Wesley: "…"
Fire Fox: "…"
"How did you carry such a heavy thing?" Wesley asked in surprise. "And those grenades you never ran out of? How much stuff did you have on you?"
"Don't worry about that for now, as long as it works," Mo Fei shrugged.
What is the concept of one kilogram of TNT explosives?
Once it explodes, there will be no living thing within a 10-meter radius.
So, two minutes later… "Boom!!!"
A soaring blaze suddenly erupted.
"Ants of the Assassin Alliance, you did your best!" Mo Fei looked indifferently at the horribly mangled corpses of the ten top assassins of the Assassin Alliance, scattered haphazardly in the ruins of Sloan's office, and said softly.