Reflecting on the thirty years of my life, brief and tragic, but not sorrowful, for I lived according to my own will.
"Eldest Young Master."
The remaining people looked at each other, all turning their gazes to Xiling.
These were the guards he had taken with him when he left the family years ago, originally the size of a standard combat squadron, but now only a dozen remain.
Xiling turned around, guiltily saying, "Surrender! As long as you identify yourselves as guards of the Glirhuade family, you will not die."
This was the last thing he could do for these loyal subordinates.
"Eldest Young Master, when we chose to follow you, we never thought about surviving and returning."
"There is no way back for us now."
"Returning would only disgrace the Glirhuade family."
"The Old Duke will not accept us."
"It’s better to die together."
Everyone was shouting chaotically, Xiling suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly, "Yes! You’re right, we have no way back. This was destined from the moment you left the family with me."
"It’s the elder princess’s fault, it’s her..."
"Mark, hold your tongue."
"It’s not our place to speak about the Eldest Young Master and the elder princess."
"Hmph!" Mark, still frustratingly muttering, "Although the elder princess disguised it well just now, anyone with eyes can see what she truly thinks. She feared the Eldest Young Master revealing her secret, and she took the opportunity when he was the last to retreat to send us to our deaths, killing two birds with one stone."
The others were silent too, someone wanted to scold Mark, but Xiling stopped them.
At this point, there was no need to argue.
The ceiling of the basement was blasted open by artillery fire; dust and smoke filled the air as two figures jumped down, the indiscriminate attack of high-energy weapons’ beams had already begun. The space below was cut into numerous sections by the dragged blue beams.
This wave depleted two-thirds of the energy from the battle armors of the people below.
The battle broke out directly.
There were no harsh words, no probes, just a direct fight to the death.
Lin Fu’s condition improved more and more. Her unique movement technique made it easy for her to weave through the enemies. She was good at finding weak points in even the better-protected battle armors, then dismantling them one cut at a time.
When a vulnerability appeared, it was time for her to strike.
Of course, a fight between two and a dozen was always dangerous, though she could block most of the enemy’s attacks, she was still smashed against the wall several times.
The impact made her whole body ache.
Suddenly, after Lin Fu slashed an enemy in front of her, she was hit by three people at once, and even with her calm reaction, she was knocked back by someone hidden.
A gaping hole in the wall behind her was revealed.
"There’s a passage, the big fish must have escaped first."
Lin Fu shouted into her headset, about to pursue, but she was blocked by a high fall, intercepting her path.
"With me here, no one shall pass," Xiling watched this young girl whose appearance had become strange, but whose eyes remained clear and fearless, expressing profound sadness.
Lin Fu sensed his sadness, and a completely strange emotion suddenly surged up from deep within her.
She couldn’t help but ask, "Who are you? Have we met before?"