Chapter 612 – Breaking the Door

　　The moment this gunshot appeared, Lin Qiye jerked his head up.

　　At the moment, he was monitoring the place where the punks had last appeared, using his spiritual power to quickly search the surrounding area, and after hearing this gunshot, his brows immediately furrowed.

　　The place where the gunshot rang out was not far from them, and was also within the western part of the city.

　　On the side, Red Face and Black Hitomi looked at him at the same time.

　　”Go take a look!” Lin Qiye spoke decisively.

　　A huge impact came from behind, and Yuzurina fell heavily to the ground, stifling a grunt and only feeling a fiery pain in her back.

　　She fell to the ground, a trance-like color appearing in her eyes, the buzzing sound still echoing in her ears.

　　Is that …… a gun?

　　They had guns?

　　The group of thugs darted forward, dragging Yuzurina up from the ground, and Yusuke Iwamai walked up to her with narrowed eyes as he gripped his revolver.

　　His gaze swept over Yuzurina’s body, and he couldn’t see any bloodstains from the wound.

　　”Did you miss?…… Was it a shock?” He muttered.

　　His intention of shooting was just not wanting Yuzurina to escape, he didn’t really want to kill her with one shot, if she really died, then he would also be completely cold, so when he shot, he was purposely aiming at non-fatal places to hit.

　　Although his hand shook and missed, the result was still the same.

　　”Little bitch, quite bloody? Actually dared to count on me.” Iwamai Yusuke walked forward, grabbed her hair, his eyes staring viciously into Yuzurina’s eyes, sneering, “If you’re capable, you keep running?”

　　Yuzurina pursed her lips and said nothing.

　　”Drag it back, lock the gate, you two keep a lookout outside and keep an eye on the police.” Iwamai Yusuke turned around and walked into the warehouse, instructing the surrounding gangsters.

　　That gunshot drew nearly all of the surrounding gangsters over, about thirty to forty of them, and they quickly followed Iwamai Yusuke’s request, dragging Yuzurina into the warehouse and slowly closing the heavy gate.

　　As Yuzurina was dragged back onto the concrete floor in the center of the warehouse, Iwamai Yusuke walked over to her and crouched down, cupping her cheeks to lift her head up.

　　”I’ll ask you one last time, your parents, did they leave you anything valuable, or special?” Iwamai Yusuke’s eyes were icy cold.

　　Yuzurina stared into his eyes and spoke word for word:

　　”No …… just no!”

　　Iwamai Yusuke stared at her for a moment, slowly closed his eyes, stood up, and sat back down on that leather couch.

　　”Koutarou.”

　　”In, boss!” A menacing punk walked up to him.

　　”Cut her fingers.” He spoke faintly.

　　”Yes!”

　　Koutarou nodded as he pulled a dagger from his waist, sneering as he slowly walked towards Yuzurina, who had fallen to the ground.

　　Yuzurina watched him step by step as he approached her, fear surfaced in her eyes as she bit her lips tightly, without the slightest trace of blood on her face.

　　She is not some kind of brazen hero, she is just a twelve or thirteen year old girl, at this moment, when she heard that they were going to cut her own fingers, she couldn’t control the tears that were swirling in her eyes ……

　　Now she has no retreat and means, only endless despair.

　　In her eyes, there was aggression, fear, anger and incomprehension.

　　She didn’t understand, obviously she had prayed to the gods so devoutly, praying countless times for the God of Blessing to dispel the evil spirits around her and return her to a stable and happy life …… Why was it still this result?

　　Even she just walked out of the shrine, still under the watchful eyes of the gods, she was captured by this group of people and tortured, all this God really can not see?

　　Does the deity-sama …… really exist?

　　Yuzurina fell helplessly to the ground, tears sliding down her cheeks as she slowly closed her eyes.

　　Bang–!

　　Just as Koutarou was about to swing his sword, the door of the warehouse burst open with a loud, dull thud echoing in the ears of the crowd.

　　Everyone froze and turned their heads violently to look.

　　The metal-built warehouse door was torn to shreds as if it was made of papier-mâché, clanking and smashing to the ground, and the dust all over the place was lifted up by the wind and fluttered in the sunlight that shone from outside.

　　Outside the door, a red-haired woman wearing a green caretaker’s uniform was standing there, a pair of golden vertical pupils gazing indifferently at everyone in the warehouse, her tightly clenched right fist slowly unclenched.

　　Just now, it was the same fist that had blasted the metal door.

　　She turned sideways and took half a step backward, respectfully lowering her head as if she was waiting for someone.

　　The next moment, a figure in a black trench coat with his hands in his pockets, wearing a Monkey King mask, slowly walked from the dust floating in the sunlight.

　　His gaze swept over the dozens of gangsters in the warehouse, and finally landed on the fallen Yuzurina, and seeing the knife in the hands of Koutarou on the side, his eyes flashed with a murderous intent.

　　”Hey! Who are you assholes?!” One of the yellow-haired gangsters stepped forward, and with a standard flick of the tongue, shouted, “Where are the two men guarding the outside? How come there’s no movement at all?”

　　Lin Qiye glanced at him and had no intention of conversing with him at all, only speaking indifferently:

　　”Other than the one on the couch, kill all the others.”

　　”Willing to serve you.”

　　The black pupil’s voice echoed in Lin Qiye’s ears, and in the next moment, a puddle of black liquid shot out from Lin Qiye’s shadow, instantly crashing onto the yellow-haired gangster who had spoken, and a tidal wave covered his entire body.

　　He instantly took control of the yellow-haired body.

　　On his forehead, a scarlet crimson eye slowly opened, emitting a bizarre light that caused palpitations.

　　This sudden scene made all the punks present freeze in place, they had never seen such a bizarre sight before, and for a moment they forgot to run away or resist.

　　When they came back to their senses, it was already too late.

　　Standing in the doorway, Hong Yan’s figure was like electricity, rushing into the group of punks in a flash, kicking out, the terrifying power brought up a gale, directly shattering the bones of several punks, kicking them lightly like a kite, falling to the ground like mud.

　　Several other punks finally reacted, pulling out their respective weapons and ruthlessly smashing them against Red Face’s body.

　　Only a few crunching sounds were heard, steel pipes broke, daggers disintegrated, wine bottles even directly shattered into slag, spilling onto the ground, they held half-constructed weapons in their hands, looking at the unharmed Red Face, they were directly dumbfounded in place.

　　Red Face calmly turned her head, the pair of golden vertical pupils that contained the dragon’s might, slightly narrowed.

　　The black pupil occupied Yellow Hair’s body, gently took half a step back, avoiding a punk’s bat, and then pulled out a butterfly knife from his waist, easily and effortlessly stabbing into his throat.

　　In front of these two people, this group of punks did not have the slightest resistance, it was purely a one-sided abuse.