Chapter 498: Volume 6 Chapter 6 You Shouldn’t Have Provoked Her (Part 3)_2
The quiet and soundless doors of the guest rooms flashed by them. They were only two doors away from the stairs leading to Area A. From an angled view, the rooms’ doors appeared vacant and empty. Apart from the slight mess at the doorways, there seemed to be no other issues.
The three warriors accelerated their pace. At this moment, a chubby figure suddenly appeared like a ghost in the doorway of the second-to-last room. It flashed for just a moment and then was right in front of them.
The warrior at the front was caught off guard and had his face grabbed by this person. With a dull "thud," the back of his head was smashed into the window frame on the other side of the corridor, leaving it as mangled as a tomato hit by a hammer in an instant.
The warrior following behind had no time to react. In the blink of an eye, the figure had already reached the second warrior. There was a soft "swoosh," and a toothbrush was driven into the warrior’s eye. A bloodcurdling scream cut through the air as the toothbrush angled its way up into the brain.
"It’s him!" The third soldier recognized the assailant immediately—it was the target of this mission, the Fatty who had assassinated Stephen and trampled the Grand Duke to death!
Instinctively, the soldier raised his gun, but he never got the chance to fire. Just as he lifted his gun, a leg spun towards him like a battle axe.
With a dreadful "crack," his gun-wielding arm was snapped like a dry twig underfoot. Before he could feel the pain, the Fatty spun in a whirlwind, and another leg casually swept across his head.
With another bone-chilling thud, the warrior collapsed to the floor like a sack of potatoes. His neck had been snapped by that kick. His head lolled loosely, eyes wide open.
This last warrior was an outer disciple from the Gazalin family of martial artists. He had seen many masters and had been chosen for his ability to defeat opponents in one move. But before this seemingly honest and naive Fatty, he hadn’t even had a chance to resist.
"Fatty scum! Bang! Fatty scum! Bang! ..." The sound of gunfire was accompanied by a woman’s aggrieved and furious voice.
In the dying warrior’s dilated pupils, the reflection of eight comrades’ corpses and the Fatty standing beside them could be seen. At the woman’s shout, the Fatty trembled violently and scampered towards the staircase.
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As Douglas walked into the hotel, the originally intense gunfire suddenly ceased.
The Leray warriors who disembarked from the Mecha quickly split into several teams, rushing into the corridors, hallways, and each room. Douglas and several Feiyang warriors cautiously followed behind the Leray people.
The entire hotel was eerily silent.
None knew where the Fatty was, how he was faring, where the enemy lay ambushed, or how many enemies were left. The warriors could only advance layer by layer.
The further they went, the more Douglas and the entering warriors felt a growing sense of shock. Everywhere in the hotel, there were bodies—of guests, security personnel, and unidentified warriors with visible physical prowess.
In the restaurant on the second floor, a warrior had his neck twisted. In the kitchen, another warrior lay on the counter with a knife embedded in his chest. In the corridors, two warriors lay curled on the floor, blood frothing from their mouths and boot prints on their chests, indicating they were kicked to death.
On the third, fourth, and fifth floors, as the search team advanced, corpses wielding "Ivanov" weapons cropped up. Aside from eleven bodies shot to death on the fourth, seventh, and eighth floors in Area A and five in the main hall, all the rest were killed bare-handed.
Vicious, deadly attacks—these strong, variously clad warriors stood no chance. Especially on the ninth floor, outside one room lay three warriors killed by different methods, and inside were eight more warrior corpses.
These bodies were evidently moved into the room postmortem.
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines. It was as if an unknown demon within the hotel could effortlessly butcher these battle-hardened warriors. Groups of three, groups of four—no one could escape the demon’s hand.
With not a single shot fired from the warriors’ energy guns, the demon clearly found no need to use a handgun to massacre these soldiers.
His hands, his legs, a toothbrush, the walls—everything was his weapon. A man in a suit was strangled by his own tie, and another had a fighting dagger thrust into his own chin.
Amid this horrifying sight, Douglas finally reached the tenth-floor stairway corner.
A group of embarrassed-looking Leray warriors clogged the stairway to the eleventh floor. These warriors, their eyes previously red with rage, were now huddled together, peeking up the stairs.
"Fatty! Speak up!" An angry yet melodious voice interrogated, "So long without any news, you heartless jerk! Explain yourself..."
Everyone chuckled. Douglas squeezed in, confused, and poked his head to see. The generally arrogant Fatty stood miserably in front of a pretty girl, nodding and bowing, "It was my fault!"
"Does apologizing help?" The girl felt wronged, her eyes tearing up, "Not only did you disappear, making me come to find you, but someone even shot at me..."
"It was my fault!"
"You must’ve conspired with them!" The girl reached out to pinch the Fatty’s face.
The Fatty didn’t dodge but bent down, offering his face with a servile grin, "Pinch away, pinch until you’re satisfied."
"Feeling guilty? So if I die, you can find someone new?" The girl tugged at the Fatty’s cheeks with her slender, white hands.
"Booth...Booth..." The Fatty grimaced through his twisted face, "It’s not like that..."
"Damn it!" Including Douglas, half of the warriors spat in contempt. The men’s dignity was utterly trashed by this damn Fatty!
The couple heard the men’s disdain. The girl glanced back, blushing, quickly releasing the Fatty’s face, stomped her foot, and slipped into the eleventh-floor hallway. A door slammed shut a few seconds later.
"Ah!" Immediately, a scream echoed out.
The group surged up the stairs, only to see the Fatty kicking and stomping a bound man furiously, cursing, "You caused me trouble! You dare mess with my woman?! Living is too good for you; didn’t you learn from me stomping your dad?!"
Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, the Fatty grew more aggrieved, "Do you even listen to reason?!"
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