He Xiaohua was the director of Sunshine Orphanage.
This was a name that didn’t match her voice or appearance.
He Xiaohua had long since assessed the danger Sunshine Orphanage was in.
The enemy had come prepared.
She shouldn’t have come out.
But if she didn’t, these children at the orphanage would be in danger.
Don’t expect them to have any mercy.
Hadn’t they killed enough women and children already?
He Xiaohua looked at Guo Nu and said, "You’ve come for me; these children are innocent... Let them go, and I won’t resist; you can do as you please with me."
"How novel," Guo Nu sneered and said, "I can clearly take all of you back, why would I let them go? Who would be responsible if the higher-ups ask questions?"
"Besides, even if I let them go... can you trust me? Now that they’ve shown themselves and been captured by the Skynet system, no matter where they run, I can hunt them down."
"Isn’t this an unnecessary move, like taking off your pants to fart?"
"You should know..." He Xiaohua took a drag from a thick cigar, the smoke swirling in front of her, obscuring most of her face, and spoke in her distinctively raspy voice, "If I fight you with all I’ve got, your days won’t be easy either."
"Well, I’d like to see that," said Guo Nu, clearly not taking He Xiaohua’s threat seriously.
An old lady from an orphanage, so old she couldn’t even stand straight, looking like a gust of wind could blow her over...
Could such a person really make his life difficult?
Who was she trying to scare?
Moreover, to make absolutely sure, Lord Military Minister said he made other arrangements...
None of them would escape.
This operation was about netting the fish in a barrel.
She flicked away the remaining half of the cigar with her fingers.
It flew like a burning dagger straight towards Guo Nu, in the middle of the crowd.
"Protect the director."
"Protect the director."
Numerous special forces elites used their bodies to shield Guo Nu.
Some raised their guns to aim and shoot.
Trying to disrupt the trajectory of the old lady’s attack.
The cigar hit the chest of the warrior in front, drilling a small hole through the Mechanical Armor he wore.
If not for the armor, it would have likely gouged a large hole through his chest.
Yet, the tremendous impact still sent that soldier flying backward, knocking over several comrades and Guo Nu in the process.
The force of the strike, like the Yangtze River surging, the great river tumbling.
At the same time, He Xiaohua’s body swiftly lunged toward Guo Nu’s location.
Dodging bullets with nimble movement techniques.
Out of nowhere, an axe appeared in her hand.
A dark, elongated, gleaming great axe.
Catch the king first to capture his crooks!
She intended to seize Guo Nu, then trade his life for the children’s freedom.
She knew who their enemy was.
She knew how powerful the enemy was.
Once their identities were exposed, life would be endlessly torturous.
To live was already agony.
Swift like the wind, fast as lightning.
Her withered and skinny body was already in front of Guo Nu, her aged hands, yellowed and wrinkled, raised high with the black iron axe.
And then, with ferocity, she hacked down at Guo Nu’s head.
Guo Nu’s pupils dilated, his mouth opened, but he couldn’t utter a sound.
The cry for help was stuck in his throat.
He hadn’t expected this old lady to be so fierce.
Nor did he expect that she could charge at him with speed invisible to the naked eye amidst a hail of bullets.
"These wretched Cultivators!"
The special forces elites reacted even quicker.
They threw themselves towards Guo Nu, collapsing on top of him to shield his body with their flesh against the axe.
They wore Mechanical Armor, hoping its formidable defense could block this axe.
At least, to protect their vital points...
Not just one, but several were cleaved in half.
If not for the significant defensive capabilities of the Xuanwu Third Generation Mechanical Armor they wore, this axe could have split everything from the sky down to the depths of the earth.
Guo Nu, pressed underneath, felt like his bones were about to be crushed and soon his brain went blank under the divine might.
As if his head and body were going to be split open too.
A chill of murderous aura seemed to graze right between his brows.
That line burned with pain.
Followed by blood covering his face and body.
He couldn’t even tell if the blood was his own or his subordinates’ who had thrown themselves on him.
He Xiaohua didn’t know whether Guo Nu was dead or alive, but as she was about to drag him out from the pile of bodies, a killing intent struck her from behind.
Without turning her head, He Xiaohua swung back with her axe.
He Xiaohua was sent flying.
When she finally stabilized herself in the air, she had the chance to size up her opponent.
Standing eight feet tall with a leopard’s head and ringed eyes.
Bearded like a tiger, a very Zhang Fei in the flesh.
Upon close scrutiny, a derisive smile spread across He Xiaohua’s face: "Since when did Sect Leader Zhao Wuji of Ba Dao Sect become a lapdog for the Royal Family?"