The Supreme Beauty Fell in Love with Me

"Chase after them," the black-clad protector roared furiously.

At this moment, outside the high walls, Silver Fox and Miss Lan were getting anxious. The gunfire had ceased at this time; did it mean something had happened to Lin Chuan?

"What's happening?" Silver Fox hastily asked, "Why is it silent now?"

"We can't wait, we need to rush in and check," Miss Lan frowned and said, "You guys, cover me with suppressive fire."

"Yes!" White Fox quickly nodded.

Seeing this, Silver Fox hurriedly said, "I'm going too!"

Not to be outdone, Silver Fox got an eye roll from Miss Lan, who said, "Just don't act all spoiled with Lin Chuan if you get hurt."

"I'm not like you!" Silver Fox revealed a trace of indignation in her beautiful eyes.

"Haha..." Miss Lan let out a chuckle.

Under the cover of White Fox and the others' gunfire, the two quickly scaled the high walls and soon took down the two machine gun strongholds. Silver Fox hurriedly pulled out a flare.

Bang...

A white light streaked across the sky.

Seeing this, White Fox and others yelled out, "The signal, Fire Fox's signal!"

"Charge!" White Fox waved her arm.

Over two hundred people instantly launched an assault, charging straight towards the villa's main gate.

Ratatat...

Suddenly, a hidden machine gun nest launched an attack from the shadows. In a moment, more than a dozen warriors at the forefront fell. The rest dove for cover. White Fox, seeing this, was frantic.

"You lot, take down that pillbox," White Fox barked furiously.

Three warriors exchanged glances, their eyes filled with a resolute determination to die. They tied white bands around their foreheads and strapped two bundles of low-grade explosives to their bodies. The men fist-bumped. One man turned to White Fox and said, "White Fox, there's something I have to tell you—I've always liked you, I love you. But, I won't have the chance to love you anymore. I'll be watching over you from heaven."

After speaking, the man crawled towards the machine gun nest with his two comrades.

Ratatat...

The machine gun nest fired wildly at them, and during their advance, one man was shot in the head and killed, while another was hit in the shoulder, blood pouring profusely. Clenching his teeth, the injured man persevered. The man who confessed love to White Fox dragged him along, roaring, "Follow me, charge forward together."

"Charge, charge!" The injured man roared. With one hand, he crawled forward, and with the other, he gripped the fuse of the explosives.

Eventually, braving a storm of bullets, the two made it close to the machine gun nest.

Boom...

An explosion thundered, followed by a fireball soaring into the sky. The massive blast shook the earth violently, and the machine gun nest was finally silenced.

White Fox stared dumbfounded at the scene. She could never have imagined that the warrior who had always followed her had silently harbored feelings for her, and that he would take out the stronghold in such a manner. She had never considered how painful it would be to be sent to one's death by someone she loved. Only after the bunker was destroyed did she find her heart impossibly restless for a long time.

"Captain, the pillbox has been destroyed," a nearby warrior hurriedly informed.

"Charge, charge for me!" Driven by grief and anger, White Fox gritted her teeth and roared, "I'm going to kill them all."

"Charge!" The crowd surged forward in a frenzied charge.

At this point, everyone started to roar in rage. All of them were incensed, infuriated by the sight of their comrades marching to their deaths, their brothers falling right before their eyes—an unimaginable event for anyone.

The heavy iron gate was blown apart, and over two hundred people swarmed in.

Silver Fox and Miss Lan had already leapt down from the high walls and, along with White Fox and the others, began to encircle these foes from the rear.

"This is bad, there are enemies behind us," the warriors of Fire Butterfly panicked.

There's nothing more terrifying than being ambushed from behind; they were scared, panicked, tense, and even a bit flustered.

Lin Chuan rushed to the third floor in one go; there were many rooms here, and it would be difficult to locate Fang Yuan one by one. It seemed necessary to capture someone and interrogate them harshly. Clenching his teeth, Lin Chuan quickly crossed a corridor and took a white-clad servant hostage.

"Where is Fang Yuan?" Lin Chuan asked in fluent English.

"Oh, my God," the man was not slightly frightened, and seeing the gleaming knife in front of his eyes, he hurriedly said, "She... she's upstairs, in the room at the far east end."

Pfft...

The knife instantly slashed through his throat, and the servant convulsed as he fell to the ground, dying from suffocation as blood from the burst vessels flooded his trachea. This was undoubtedly one of the most painful ways to die. After the most excruciating struggle, he eventually succumbed to death.

Lin Chuan quickly climbed to the third floor, where two armed guards were stationed in the easternmost room.

Lin Chuan took a brief glance.

Whoosh...

Following that, a dagger in his hand was flung out in an instant. The dagger hit one of the guards right between the eyebrows.

Ratatat...

The other guard, seeing what happened, immediately started shooting madly in Lin Chuan's direction. The bullets flew as if they cost nothing. While firing, the guard called out loudly to his companion who had been knifed, but alas, the man was already dead, devoid of any signs of life.

Realizing this, the guard, holding his rifle, sprinted along the wall towards the other end of the corridor with incredible speed.

Whoosh...

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed by. The guard was slightly startled.

Bang...

This shadow, using the wall for leverage, kicked off in an instant. Another leg instantly struck the guard's chest. With that kick, the guard spat out three liters of fresh blood on the spot. The man cried out in agony, dropping his rifle.

After landing, Lin Chuan rolled on the spot and quickly pounced on the man, plunging the dagger in his hand downward furiously.

Squelch...

Blood spurted from his arteries, spraying out along the grooves of the dagger. It sprayed onto Lin Chuan's face, who didn't even blink. His eyes reflected a firm resolve. The heart is a human's blood pump; once pierced, blood flow halts immediately. With prompt medical aid, there might be a chance of survival. However, in this case, Lin Chuan's dagger had grooves for blood, allowing it to spew frenetically. This guy was bound to die within five minutes without a doubt.

Indeed, it wasn't long before the guard's struggling weakened, and soon he stopped struggling altogether. He slowly lay on the ground, breathless.

Lin Chuan got up from the ground, looked around to ensure no threats remained, took the keys from the guard's body, and then opened the door to the room.

Inside the room, darkness pervaded. The window had been completely sealed to prevent Fang Yuan from escaping. Ghost had people specially design this room to imprison Fang Yuan. It was pitch black inside; no electricity, no water, and nothing that could be used to commit suicide. Furthermore, the slightest noise in the room would instantly prompt the guards to check.

When Lin Chuan opened the door, Fang Yuan was resting on a table. During the days since Ghost had captured her, she hadn't rested well, constantly worrying about Lin Chuan's safety. She knew that Ghost had taken her as bait to lure Lin Chuan into a trap. If Lin Chuan fell for it, his life would be in danger.

Creak...

Fang Yuan was dreaming. She dreamed that she was lying in Lin Chuan's arms, a tender embrace that felt like a warm haven. Just as the dream reached its sweetest moment, Fang Yuan suddenly felt a bright light shining on her. She hurriedly opened her eyes and, within that light, a familiar silhouette walked in.

"Lin Chuan..." Fang Yuan raised her head, looking astonished at the towering figure, who was covered in blood. Light flooded in from behind him, conveying a sense of immeasurable and magnificent brilliance, leaving her utterly shocked.

"Fang Yuan, are you alright?" Upon seeing Fang Yuan, Lin Chuan suddenly revealed a relieved smile.

"Am I... am I dreaming?" Fang Yuan felt incredulous.

"Of course not!" Lin Chuan shook his head, saying, "How could this be a dream? Of course, it isn't."

Fang Yuan hurriedly stood up, rushed toward Lin Chuan, and threw herself into his arms, saying excitedly, "Whether this is a dream or not, at least I've seen you. Even if it's a dream, I don't want to leave this real dreamland. I want to grow old with you, I want to stay in this dream forever with you."

"Silly girl." Lin Chuan hugged Fang Yuan and then said, "I've come to rescue you."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yuan quickly lifted her head and pinched her face hard, exclaiming, "Oh my god, this... this is really not a dream, it's actually real. Oh heavens!"

Lin Chuan chuckled: "Of course it's not a dream, it's definitely real."

"That's wonderful." Fang Yuan was overjoyed, but she quickly noticed the blood on Lin Chuan's body. She anxiously asked, "Lin Chuan, are you... are you hurt?"

"No, this isn't my blood," Lin Chuan smiled.

"You scared me to death." Fang Yuan was relieved.

At this moment, the Fire Fox holy warriors had already charged up to the third floor. Lin Chuan hurried toward the doorway, picking up a rifle from the ground as a defensive tool. The end of the corridor led to this room, which was airtight—a dead end. Without a weapon to defend himself, he would likely end up captured by the enemy.

"Charge in, catch Lin Chuan," shouted a black-clad protector.

Rustle...

A group of people rushed into the room.

Pop pop pop...

The moment the people reached halfway, a burst of flames shot out from the room. Five or six people were hit and fell immediately. After collapsing to the floor, the gang could not rise again. Those behind didn't dare to charge forward at the risk of their lives and cowered at the back, hesitantly.