Free Web NovelChapter 466: Chapter 312: Wolf King’s Invitation
Border District.
The upheaval in the Mercenary Realm sparked by the Edge has caught the world’s attention, with all eyes fixed on the turbulent Inner City.
Yet in the neglected Border District, the fires of battle have been burning silently, unabated from last year to now.
Wind Language Street, originally the turf of the violent group Wolf Assault, and a core area, is now shrouded in smoke and flames.
Rows of buildings have suffered heavy firepower attacks, reduced to shattered ruins, with twisted steel and bricks scattered everywhere. The air is filled with the acrid smell of burnt materials, almost suffocating.
Bodies litter the ruins, bloody and disfigured, some with eyes closed as if in slumber, others staring blankly at the sky, their pupils devoid of focus, leaving only the void of death.
Without exception, the bodies are clad in signature black leather jackets, with red-patterned wolf heads embroidered on the back; all from Wolf Assault.
"Boom——Boom Boom——"
Amidst the roaring engines, a convoy of motorcycles halted nearby.
The girl in the lead hadn’t even had time to put on her helmet, her flame-like red hair blown into disarray.
Hibell arrived with reinforcements, but it was too late, the battle here had already ended.
The burning streets reflected in her eyes, her fists clenched so tightly they cracked, her voice trembling with rage: "Damn Zhou Hanyan, shooting and then fleeing like a dog..." freēwēbnovel.com
Troy jumped off the motorcycle, shouting to those behind, "Look for any survivors, rescue them first!"
The reinforced Wolf Assault Thugs immediately spread out, searching among the ruins.
They checked every fallen comrade, growing more disheartened with each examination.
The attackers’ methods were simply too professional. No matter the injuries sustained by each body before death, even those definitely beyond saving after half their bodies were blown off by heavy weapons, were ensured dead with several shots to vital areas.
They searched circle after circle, when suddenly someone shouted, "Here’s a survivor!"
Hibell rushed over immediately.
A very young boy, judging by his tender features, might not even be of age. He had been trapped beneath debris, escaping the battlefield cleanup, not becoming one of the many corpses.
However, this only gave him a little more time to live.
When they excavated him with combined effort, they discovered his right-side chest was blown away, his damaged lungs expanding and contracting. With each breath, bloody froth surged from his mouth and nose.
Hibell recognized this boy because she had personally recruited him into Wolf Assault.
In principle, Wolf Assault doesn’t recruit minors, as they lack combat experience and would likely be a burden.
Furthermore, kids at this age join groups mainly for the thrill, their minds immature.
They think joining a group means being brothers with some buddies, getting into fights every day is cool, and they can score plenty of chicks... How can such people achieve anything significant?
Hibell initially had no intention of recruiting this boy, until he said one sentence— I want to burn the Heaven-Reaching Tower to the ground with you.
The boy’s eyes were clear and determined when he said this, without a hint of impurity.
It was precisely because of these words he found his place in Wolf Assault.
Now, blood continuously flowed from his mouth, his eyes fixed on Hibell, his mouth opening and closing as if wanting to say something.
"Don’t... don’t..."
Hibell, holding back her grief, gripped his hand to comfort him, "Don’t what? Don’t leave? I won’t, I’m here! The doctor will be here soon, you’ll be fine!"
The boy forced a smile, using all his strength to utter his last words: "Don’t... don’t tell my mom..."
With his last breath, accompanied by bloody froth, he slumped to the ground without a sound, his eyes wide open, staring vacantly at the night sky, reddened by the flames of battle.
Hibell numbly knelt beside the boy’s corpse, her vision blurred by tears, her heart wrenched by an overwhelming pain that made it hard to breathe.
Streaming with tears, she screamed aimlessly at the surroundings: "Zhou Hanyan! Get out here!!!"
"Aren’t you trying to annihilate Wolf Assault? Then come out and fight fair and square! Shooting and running, what kind of dirty tactic is that?! Come out!!!"
Her voice echoed in the ruins, but there was no response.
Troy said grimly, "Stop yelling, he’s long gone... This is Scythe of Death’s tactic against Wolf Assault, constantly wearing down our active forces, deliberately avoiding direct confrontations, leaving us scrambling and exhausted."
Hibell wiped away her tears forcefully, mounting the motorcycle, ready to leave.
Troy immediately stepped forward to block her, "Where are you going?!"
"I’m going to the Inner City!" Hibell’s eyes burned with anger, "Zhou Hanyan is targeting our companions? Then I’ll target his! I’m heading to the Scythe of Death headquarters, killing whoever I see!"
Troy rebuked, "That’s pointless! Zhou Hanyan surely has a plan for revenge, going recklessly is not only dangerous, even if you kill a few Scythe of Death people, so what?"
"You kill today, and tomorrow the media will be all over with reports about Wolf Assault Thugs rampaging in the Inner City, highlighting how innocent and miserable the victims are, channeling public fury onto us." freewebnøvel.com
"Then Zhou Hanyan will use public opinion to maneuver, dragging other mercenary groups, even the authorities’ troops, into this, making the situation worse."
With tears streaming, Hibell reluctantly questioned, "What about Zhou Hanyan? Doesn’t anyone scold him for using such despicable means? Yet when we retaliate similarly, we get criticized?"
