Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1200 A Duel with the Fourth Lord (1)

Before the two people, a gruesome scene of dismemberment unfolds. The man desperately clutching Xia Xue swallows his saliva with difficulty and hastens his pace, almost dragging Xia Xue forcefully toward the rooftop. Behind them, the sounds of gnawing continue, and his companion’s cries for help are barely audible.

When faced with fear, people often forget their primal instincts and their minds become sluggish; selfishness further allows opportunities to slip through their fingers.

The chance to shoot at Raven from behind slipped away as the man attempted to flee. When he forcefully pushed open the door to the rooftop, his escape route reached its end.

A wolf’s howl! Gunfire rings out! A gray shadow flips in the air before crashing to the ground.

Xia Xue tries to break free from the man’s grasp, wanting to rush over to see Raven, but the man’s grip on her wrist is as unyielding as steel.

Raven collapses on the ground, its hind legs twitching, appearing to have been struck by the bullet just now.

The man chuckles eerily and, as he prepares to step forward to confirm, the gray shadow miraculously leaps up from the ground, drawing a semicircular arc in midair, its front paws swiping heavily at the man’s head in a diagonal swing.

Unprepared, the man is heavily struck by Raven’s right claw, flying askew with Xia Xue, crashing to the ground together.

Xiao Lin, rushing at full speed, hears Xia Xue’s screams. He takes a deep breath and bursts upward with force.

Whiz whiz whiz! A white shadow descends from the sky, mere steps away from the terrace door.

Xiao Lin impatiently eyes the woman before him, the sound of the gun being cocked clearly audible. "Move aside!"

"We still have an unresolved score." Angel’s face, Devil’s physique, the low voice is all too familiar to Xiao Lin. This undead presence clings to him like his shadow, ever persistent.

"Move aside!" Xia Xue’s screams echo near Xiao Lin’s ears, gripping his heart tightly.

"Miss Xia’s voice is really lovely, but would I miss such an opportunity?" The Fourth Lord’s eyes fixate on Xiao Lin, akin to staring at prey, his tongue licking around his lips, nose twitching, she senses the familiar scent, akin to an addictive drug that makes her hunger. Last time at the club, she wanted to drain this man’s blood dry, the torturous wait intensifying the craving.

"Truly disgusting." Xiao Lin shudders, not out of fear or dread, but from disgust—in the presence of such a gaze.

The Fourth Lord smiles instead of showing anger, a flash of white shadows, long white gauze swings like a snake toward Xiao Lin. With a swing of his right hand, a tearing sound ensues, the gauze breaking under sharp spikes, and behind the gauze, the Fourth Lord’s shadow is already gone.

Xiao Lin’s heart tightens, he dashes through the door to the rooftop terrace.

Disappeared atop the annex, the gunman now clings to its highest floor, every firearm pointing in their direction. Raven looks barely recognizable, its left leg shot through, limping as it walks. Its front paws rest on an unidentifiable corpse, head severed from body yet barely separated, neck stretched and deformed, some skin and tendons still attach the head, half the body revealed bare bones, majority of innards devoured, air thick with a nauseating scent of blood.

With a crippled leg, Raven stands firmly, growling in a specific direction, fur bristling, exposed teeth drooling saliva. As Xiao Lin charges out, Raven leaps up.

Whizzing bullets from both sides target the airborne Raven, Xiao Lin sees this and is instantly enraged. He roars furiously, leaps high, his hands sweeping like grasping at the moon drawing two semi-circles before him, a powerful air current follows his slide slowly gathering. As his hands start to close in, the bullets caught in the stream lose aim, veer off trajectory, hitting ground or wall, opposing gunmen stunned by the transformations.

Xiao Lin doesn’t pause, his foot lands on a water tank, leveraging its bounce in a spinning turn to head towards Raven, blocking its path.

The Fourth Lord’s white garment blinds in Xiao Lin’s view.

"Is this scene not familiar, Young Master Xiao?" The Fourth Lord’s low voice rings out. "I still remember that woman, much fuller than this one. What was I planning back then?"

Dark eyes stare at the thin blade in the Fourth Lord’s hand, it brushes past the connection point of Xia Xue’s shoulder and neck. The hand clasping her neck like claws, the blade is not the main force, the hand is.

Xiao Lin knows the Fourth Lord does not favor weapon use, the thin blade only adds visual impact.

"No need to repeat the process, you know what to do." The Fourth Lord gestures to the glass vessel before them.

"My blood fascinates you this much? Or is it only my blood ensures your immortality? What use does drinking more blood serve a man already dead?" Xiao Lin eyes the glass vessel, suddenly recalling an item, wondering what experiment the old man undertook a decade ago, for what purpose. If it’s about that thing, it’s easily explained.

"Hehehe, for us folks, your blood is universally alluring. Yet they’ve all died by my hand, only the strong survive."

"Alive? Hahahaha!" Xiao Lin laughs boisterously, as if unheard of comedy. He stomps the ground, glass vessel shattering, coolly eyes the Fourth Lord. "I’m tired of your tricks, regardless of whatever means Mu Rongyun has to resurrect you, it ends here. Want my blood, stake your life for it."

"Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill your woman right before your eyes?"

"You go ahead and do it!"

Although knowing Xiao Lin’s lying, Xia Xue still appears distressed. She feels fingers around her neck slowly tightening; the icy sensation in the palm more agonizing than the pressure.

"Watch your woman die slowly upfront, while my grip remains firm, I’ll savor the rush of her blood’s heat, the breathlessness allure," The Fourth Lord extends herself, lightly licking Xia Xue’s neck, gorgeous eyes reflecting snake-like glow.

Ten seconds pass, Xiao Lin remains unresponsive, merely staring intently at Fourth Lord’s hand gripping Xia Xue’s neck, chilling gaze deepening, temples bulging with veins. (To be continued. If you enjoyed this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)