National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

Her assessment was like an incredibly sharp sword,

striking precisely at Qu Yuxiu’s weak point.

Upon hearing this, Qu Yuxiu’s face instantly flushed the color of a ripe tomato,

so red it was almost purple.

His expression was a complex mess. Embarrassment clung to him like a shadow,

and humiliation churned into rage.

Deeper still, his resentment for Chu He burned like a raging fire, growing ever stronger in the depths of his heart.

He thought to himself,

’I can’t believe Chu He would just brazenly show up here with Xia Chengli.

He must have done it on purpose.

He wanted Xia Chengli to witness my humiliating state with her own eyes.

Such a move is truly insidious, cunning, and utterly despicable.’

"Are you really Chu He?"

Sparrow’s brows were knitted so tightly they could have crushed a fly.

A grave suspicion filled his eyes,

and he asked in a low, hoarse voice,

his words echoing in the silent air with a slight, tense tremor.

"That’s right. I’m Chu He, the one and only."

Chu He stood tall with a dignified air, his expression calm and composed,

as he fearlessly and openly admitted his identity.

"No, you look completely different from your photo."

Sparrow’s brow remained furrowed, his face a mask of confusion.

He had carefully studied Chu He’s photos

and even repeatedly analyzed related videos, not missing a single detail.

For a terrifyingly powerful man like Chu He, whose infamous name struck fear into all who heard it,

his image was already deeply engraved in Sparrow’s mind,

as indelible as a brand.

Yet, the person before him was vastly different from the Chu He in his memory.

This only deepened his suspicion,

and he couldn’t help but speculate that Chu He must be using some kind of disguise to hide his true appearance.

Mentally, Qu Yuxiu cursed, ’Idiot,’

but he didn’t dare hesitate to speak.

He hurriedly explained, "I can personally guarantee that this man is Chu He.

He’s the one who gave me these injuries.

Back then, on the rooftop of that thirty-story building,

the two of us fought a harrowing life-or-death battle.

The brutal scene is still vivid in my mind—unforgettable."

In truth, when Qu Yuxiu saw Chu He again,

he too had been quite shocked and surprised. However, he was much quicker and smarter than these members of the Werewolf Clan

and hadn’t been so easily fooled by appearances.

"We can hand Qu Yuxiu over to you."

After a long hesitation, Sparrow’s lips trembled as he forced out the words.

The sentence felt immensely heavy, each word draining his strength.

"Doesn’t your Werewolf Clan always boast about being brave, fearless, and skilled in battle?

What, are you going to chicken out now that you’re in front of Chu He?"

Burning with anxiety, Qu Yuxiu yelled at the top of his lungs,

his shrill voice piercing the quiet night sky.

He was utterly unwilling to be cast aside and manipulated like a pawn.

"Go ahead and make your move.

I’d like to see for myself just how formidable the members of the Werewolf Clan are

and what a ’harrowing battle’ entails."

The corners of Chu He’s mouth lifted into a smile of great interest,

a smile laced with amusement and anticipation.

This was the first time he had ever met a living werewolf in the real world.

The curiosity and excitement in his heart were like a volcano on the verge of erupting—hot, intense, and irrepressible.

"Mr. Chu, we are not from the Werewolf Clan. This has nothing to do with us.

We know nothing about their schemes and plans.

We’ll leave immediately."

The men at another table shot to their feet, and one of them, mustering his courage, spoke with a tremble in his voice.

These men were all tall and burly, standing like imposing, unmovable mountains,

and exuded an extraordinary aura.

Their skin, however, was quite strange.

The blood vessels on it were as thin as hairs but incredibly long,

densely spread just beneath the surface. At times, they were clearly visible,

like a swarm of tiny black snakes slithering under their skin.

At others, they would vanish, as if playing some mysterious game of hide-and-seek.

Those blood vessels were a strange blackish-purple color

and faintly radiated a mysterious but weak aura.

It was clear they also possessed some kind of Mysterious Power,

but compared to the Werewolf Clan, their power was not as strong or domineering—the difference between a candle flame and the bright moon.

Chu He’s gaze fell upon these men, and he asked, "Are you the Superhumans?"

"Y-Yes."

The man who had just mustered the courage to speak replied hastily, his voice laced with fear and trembling.

"You must be the outside help the Werewolf Clan spent a fortune to hire.

But from the looks of it, you obviously know very little about the Werewolf Clan’s plans.

In that case, you’ve lost your reason for existing."

A cold glint flashed in Xia Chengli’s beautiful eyes, like a cold star falling to earth.

Radiating a chilling intent, she turned to Chu He.

Her tone was light, but she couldn’t hide her eagerness to fight. "Can I take care of these guys?"

"Of course, no problem." Chu He nodded slightly, a faint, meaningful smile playing on his lips.

Hearing this, Xia Chengli’s eyes lit up instantly,

shining with a dazzling light, like brilliant starlight suddenly appearing in a deep, dark pool.

Then, a muffled thunder seemed to roll from within her body. It started as a low hum,

but in an instant, the sound swelled into a deafening roar like a surging tsunami, carrying with it a world-destroying aura.