The School Beauty's Super Rogue

Feeling the cold wind blowing against his back, Tom's hair stood on end.

Instinctively, he picked up a plate from the ground, stood up, twisted his waist, and hurled it backward fiercely.

Clang!

The plate struck someone at that moment, making a loud clanging sound.

Tom's face lit up with joy, thinking he had successfully defended himself, but then a "sizzle" sounded, and a sharp pain erupted from his rib area.

Looking down, he saw a knife sunk into his waist, and an assassin dressed in black with a black mask was staring at him.

Next to him, another assassin, due to the plate's impact, had a bloody gash on his forehead.

Blood flowed continuously, yet the injured assassin remained standing upright, the murderous intent in his eyes undisguised!

Did I not hit him?

Despair filled Tom's heart; the assassins were highly skilled, and even one was hard to deal with.

Now standing in front of him were two, and he was wounded.

How can I fight this?

Bang!

The injured assassin punched Tom, knocking him to the ground, then exchanged a glance with his comrade before stepping up to Tywin.

"Whatever... you want... I can give you!"

Lying on the ground, Tywin shielded Shirley behind him, his face filled with tension and fear.

But, being born a patriarch, he retained a trace of rationality in the face of life and death.

"Hey, you knew this day would come. The chairman wants us to relay a message: Since you refuse to join, we'll destroy your family!"

One of the assassins raised a knife, speaking in a sinister tone.

"What, you are from the Evil God..."

Tywin's face was shocked, but as he spoke, he saw the opponent's knife magnify infinitely before his eyes, approaching his chest!

"Father!"

Shirley screamed out hoarsely, trying to push her father aside to shield him, but her weaker strength was of no use at this moment.

"No!"

Lying on the ground, severely injured, Tom's eyes turned blood red, his face full of despair.

At this moment, a strange scene unfolded.

The knife halted half an inch from Tywin's chest, unable to advance even a millimeter!

It turned out, the assassin's wrist was caught by a hand.

"What!"

Tywin didn't expect this, his eyes widened in surprise.

Tom and Shirley were overjoyed, the latter tearfully shouting, "Good brother!"

The one who had grabbed the assassin's wrist was Qin Hao. Now, having killed the assassin disguised as a server, he stood before Tywin and the others, his other hand gripping the injured assassin's throat.

Though still, and without turning, the three behind him subconsciously regarded him as the War God!

"You!"

The injured assassin's face grew paler, the knife-wielding assassin's expression changed dramatically, trying to free his wrist, only to find no amount of force could break free.

The opponent's arm, though not robust, was comparable to fine iron!

"Die!"

The assassin's left hand curled into a fist, punching fiercely at Qin Hao's temple.

Swoosh!

Even before the punch landed, Qin Hao twisted the assassin's wrist, causing the knife in his hand to plunge into his own throat.

The assassin's eyes widened in anger, clearly not expecting to die so ignobly.

Hiss hiss hiss...

Qin Hao pulled out the knife, letting the blood gush from the assassin's neck.

The moment the body fell, Qin Hao finally turned around.

His face was an icy mask, his eyes like a predator's, full of murderous intent.

Even knowing the opponent wasn't targeting him, Tywin couldn't help but tremble all over.

"He...is actually so powerful?"

Qin Hao's temperament gave Tywin an eerie chill, like a terrifying Demon God from hell, leaving him utterly devoid of the will to resist.

Tom, meanwhile, clutched his fists, his body and mind cold, having to admit that in terms of power, he was far inferior to Qin Hao.

Perhaps others couldn't grasp the truth, but he had witnessed Qin Hao's entire process of killing the server and rushing into the battlefield to save them.

In an instant.

In mere moments, Qin Hao accomplished a series of actions.

His movements were swift and fierce, making Tom feel as though he was witnessing the legendary Superman.

Shirley was utterly excited, the only one there with a favorable impression of Qin Hao.

More so, the inexplicable trust and favor in her heart were now rewarded by the strength he displayed.

Her heart was full of warmth and joy.

Just as the three were feeling overwhelmed, Qin Hao coldly shouted: "Get up, leave now!"

"What?"

The three were puzzled, but hearing footsteps, they looked over to see two more assassins approaching from a distance.

"Leave, quick!"

Qin Hao walked indifferently toward the assassins, leaving the three with a strong and sturdy back.

"Let's go!"

After all, preserving life was urgent. Tywin hurriedly pulled his daughter up, dragging her toward the door.

Tom's physique wasn't bad either; though injured, he moved swiftly enough to keep up with his master.

Hearing the three leaving, Qin Hao finally relaxed inside.

If the three had been killed under his watch, not only would he feel guilty, Night Emperor's reputation would also have been ruined instantly.

Thankfully, he managed to save the three, now figuring out how to deal with the two remaining assassins was crucial.

After the brief skirmish, Qin Hao had seen through it.

This group of assassins operated in a unit of five, much like a special forces outfit.

Moreover, not only were these people skilled with firearms, but their physical prowess was also remarkable.

What astonished Qin Hao most was, when confronting the first assassin, he felt the other's Inner Strength fluctuating.

This meant, incredibly, these assassins knew Martial Arts?

Though they all wore masks, Qin Hao was sure these five assassins were not Chinese.

Foreigners knowing Martial Arts?

This curiosity, indeed, encouraged Qin Hao to "play" with the remaining two assassins.

"Hmph, these three are useless."

The death of their companions did not frighten the remaining two assassins.

The speaker was a woman; her voice was rather central, and she was quite tall, exceeding six feet.

The other assassin said nothing, taking a slow step back: "Tauris, it's all yours!"

With that, the assassin pulled out a gun, pointing the dark muzzle at Qin Hao.

Bang!

As the gun fired, the bullet flew rapidly, and Qin Hao tilted his head just in time to dodge the bullet.

Stepping forward, he landed in front of the female assassin, putting them face to face.

With only one shot, Qin Hao realized the male assassin's marksmanship was formidable, and facing two opponents required extreme caution.

Thus, his positioning was precise, using the female assassin's tall figure to stop the male assassin from getting a clear shot.

"You overconfident brat!"

The female assassin roared, swinging a massive fist fiercely.

Bang!

Qin Hao blocked with an elbow, feeling his entire body tremble.

"Interesting! But not enough!"

The female assassin let out another low growl, lifting her knee sharply.

Qin Hao leaped back, avoiding what was surely a lethal knee strike.