Night shrouded everything. Serena Feng had no idea where they were going—she only knew to keep pressing forward, again and again...
After an hour of relentless trekking, they finally stopped at the base of the mountain.
"Let’s go. Up the mountain—with me."
"Up the mountain? Now?" Serena stared into the pitch-black night, half convinced she’d misheard him.
Climbing a mountain at night? That’s the last thing you should do. You can’t see a thing—one wrong step and it’s disaster.
But Serena forgot—the difference between ancient times and the modern world is huge. In her world, there were no martial arts masters...
Lance Quinn didn’t answer. He simply scooped Serena into his arms, summoned his internal energy, and dashed up the mountain. Even as he ran, he wondered if he’d made a mistake—was he bringing a liability?
Lance Quinn gave a bitter, self-mocking smile...
Who would’ve thought—even Lance Quinn could be this irrational one day.
They moved so fast their feet barely touched the ground, heading straight for the summit. At the top stood a hut blazing with light, eight burly men stationed outside. Whatever was happening inside was hidden from view.
"I’ll handle these eight. The ten you came to kill are inside."
Serena Feng had already steadied herself. She heard Lance Quinn’s words and, expressionless, nodded: "Let’s do this."
Her crisp, clean response—so sharp you’d wonder if she was even a woman.
"How confident are you?" Lance trusted Serena, but the man inside was his sworn brother. He could gamble with his own life, but not his brother’s.
"If you cover me and keep them away, I’ve got more than a seventy percent chance." That was her weak spot—if anyone got close, she’d have no way to fight back.
"Alright, Serena Feng. I trust you."
Lance Quinn stepped out of the shadows, reminding her again: "Watch yourself. Wait for your chance."
"No problem."
What did it matter how skilled they were? She had a gun. Hiding in the dark against men armed only with blades—her odds were excellent.
"Who’s there?" The guards weren’t amateurs. The moment Lance and Serena moved, they spotted them. Two dashed inside to report, two grabbed torches from the door, and the other four fixed their eyes on Lance Quinn.