Life and Death, Serena Miscalculates and Storm Cloud Bu’s Misfortune

"Ah..."

A series of increasingly shrill screams echoed through the darkness, making it even scarier. Serena Feng could already hear kids nearby start to cry in fright.

What a sin.

She hadn't wanted to be so ruthless, but... if she wanted to break the enemy's momentum, she had to resort to cruel methods.

The assassins tangled with the Wang Clan guards nearby heard the screams, and felt their hair stand on end and a chill run through their bodies. Their fighting spirit plummeted, and they hesitated, unsure whether to retreat.

The Wang Clan guards were soaked in blood, but those screams just made them fight harder. Reinforcements were coming—if they could hang on a bit longer, they'd win.

Serena Feng had calculated the psychology of both sides. By using those screams, she successfully struck fear into her enemies while boosting her own side’s morale, allowing the Wang Clan guards to hold out a little longer.

But she’d forgotten one thing: there were three waves of assassins. The second wave only had to face three Wang Clan guards.

When the screams rang out, the second wave of assassins quickly disposed of those three guards. Hearing the noise, the assassins hesitated for a moment, but still charged forward—just in time to run straight into Serena Feng.

It's over!

That was Serena's first thought—she was out of tricks, and her enemies weren't about to give her a second to dig through her Med-Pack.

“You filthy woman, you dare play tricks on us? You’re asking for death!”

The second wave of assassins instantly figured out what was happening. They raised their blades and charged straight at Serena, showing no mercy.

......

When Lance Quinn arrived, he saw Serena Feng swaying like a dead leaf in the wind, barely able to stand. But her grip on the bloody saber was rock steady...

"Serena!"

Lance Quinn had never lost control like this before. As the assassin’s blade slashed toward Serena, his heart seemed to stop.

His body reacted faster than his mind. By the time he realized it, he was already holding Serena in his arms, and his sword had sliced clean through the assassin’s wrists.

"Serena, don't freak me out." A tear slid past his silver mask and landed on Serena's face, mixing with the blood.

The moment Serena’s saber slipped from her hand, her knees buckled and she collapsed into Lance’s arms. "Lance... it’s so good to see you. So good..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Serena’s head lolled and she finally passed out. At last—finally—she could rest. She was utterly exhausted.

"Serena, don’t scare me. Please, don’t scare me." Lance held her blood-soaked body, shaking all over. He tried to check if she was still breathing, but those damned assassins kept charging at him.

"You want to die?" Lance’s killing intent exploded. One arm held Serena close, the other fought off the assassins.

The assassins were strong, but just strong—not nearly enough. Compared to Lance Quinn, the number-one swordsman in the realm, they were nothing. And with Lance in a frenzy, they didn’t stand a chance.

"One slash would be too easy. I want you begging for death." Lance flicked his wrist, the sword tip—meant for the assassin’s heart—suddenly angling up.

“Ah—!” The assassin took the hit and staggered back, but Lance wasn’t about to let him off that easy.

No one could see how Lance moved—just a blur of sword light. When he finally sheathed his blade, the only sound was a series of heavy thuds...

The assassins standing behind him watched in horror as their companion’s hands flew off, his body suddenly collapsing. The next second, he hit the ground.

Thud...

Only then did the blood start to spurt from their wounds. That was how fast Lance’s sword truly was.

So brutal. So damn fast.

"Fall back." The six remaining assassins didn’t even hesitate—they turned and tried to flee.

Tonight’s mission was doomed to fail.

Trying to run? Not happening!

Even holding Serena, Lance’s speed didn’t drop at all. In a blur, he blocked the assassins’ path. "Tell me—who’s your master? I’ll give you a quick death. Otherwise, you’ll end up just like him."

He pointed at the assassin whose limbs he’d already sliced off, now rolling and screaming in agony on the ground.

The six assassins froze, glanced at each other, then nodded and bit down hard on the poison hidden in their mouths, ready to kill themselves. But no matter how fast they moved, they were no match for Lance.

"You want to die? Too bad you crossed me."

Smack, smack, smack...

Sword light flashed—bloody teeth hit the ground, and not one of the six managed to die.

"Want to die? I’m not letting you off that easy." Lance kept his word. As his sword rose and fell, wrists and ankles were severed—he finished off five assassins in seconds. Only one was left, and Lance, almost kindly, gave him one last chance: "Tell me—who’s your master?"

"Ahhh!" The assassin’s eyes filled with terrified tears, but he still refused to speak.

Behind his mask, Lance’s eyes flashed with urgency. On any other day, he’d have plenty of ways to make this man talk. But not today—Serena’s life was on the line, and he couldn’t waste time.

"Lucky you." Lance swung his sword and turned away...

The last assassin, now just as crippled as his comrades, collapsed in terror, still clueless about what “lucky” meant in Lance’s mouth.

Lance heard the fighting in the distance, but he didn't give a damn. William Wang’s life was Wang Clan business. All Lance cared about was Serena.

Once he confirmed Serena was still breathing, Lance finally relaxed. He’d planned to take her back to Feng Manor, but in the end, he decided on the Sun Estate instead.

At the Sun Estate, the Sun family would defend Serena with their lives. Vincent Su and Storm Cloud Bu? Not so much.

Thinking of Storm Cloud Bu, Lance’s eyes flashed with anger.

He’d told Storm Cloud to protect Serena from the shadows—but where was he when it counted?

If Lance hadn’t arrived in time, Serena would already be dead.

Just thinking about it made Lance furious with Storm Cloud. He was even more determined to get Serena to the Sun Estate. Even if Master Sun wasn’t there, Simon Sun’s medical skills would be enough. Lance checked—Serena’s injuries were all external, and she’d cleverly avoided any vital points. Her life wasn’t in danger...

Lance carried Serena straight into Simon Sun’s room. In the middle of the night, Simon woke up to a cold sword at his neck and almost wet himself. Before he could even see who was there, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

"That’s all the guts you’ve got?" Lance sheathed his sword, grabbed the tea from the table, and splashed it right in Simon’s face...

"Ahhh! Don't kill me!" Simon screamed as he woke up.

"Shut up!" Lance snapped.

That did it—the whole Sun Estate was awake. Luckily, no one there could stop Lance, or things would’ve gotten complicated.

"You—you—what do you want?" Simon shrank against the headboard, staring at Lance in terror. As a doctor, Simon was super sensitive to the smell of blood, and Serena was covered in it. If he hadn’t noticed, he’d have wasted all those years learning from her.

"You’re hurt? I’m a doctor, I can help." Simon forced down his fear and spoke, voice trembling.

"Get down here."

"Okay, okay, okay." Simon practically rolled off the bed like a startled rabbit. Lance couldn’t help but think—how could master and disciple be so different...

Serena Feng was brave and shrewd—how did she end up with Simon, a student so timid and clueless? He hadn’t even learned half of what she knew. Honestly...

It was just disappointing.