Chapter 1064 - 1049

Chapter 1064: Chapter 1049

Given that the Zombies on the street had already been cleared out in the previous sweep by their own team, Hua Biao didn’t have to worry about any beasts harassing them during this action.

He walked straight to the side door, fiddled the lock open, then pushed the door into a narrow gap and slipped out in a flash.

"Worthy of being a scout; that move... nothing to complain about!"

Hu Xiaodong’s words struck a chord with Tang Xiaoquan as well. Although this wasn’t their first time seeing the soldiers of the Sharp Blade Company show off their skills, every time they saw it they couldn’t help but feel genuine admiration.

Especially Hu Xiaodong. As a long‑time fitness nut himself, he held himself to pretty strict standards, but after running into Old Xu and his people, once he made the comparison, he was simply left in the dust.

Once outside, Hua Biao used the vehicle bodies as cover and quickly vanished into the night.

In just that brief moment Hu Xiaodong spaced out, he immediately lost sight of Hua Biao.

Crouched low, Hua Biao inched closer to the target.

To avoid spooking the snake, he deliberately took a detour, planning to circle around behind the target and then give him a "surprise" from the rear.

The target clearly hadn’t noticed the eyes lurking in the dark corner watching him. He held a long blade in his hand; judging from his footsteps, they weren’t steady—he limped, one step dragging, as if he’d suffered some serious injury.

The target’s difficulty walking made it easier for Hua Biao to get behind him. Using cover and the darkness, he crept toward the target’s rear at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When he reached a suitable spot, Hua Biao stopped, then lunged straight forward.

Without a sound, as they watched Hua Biao close in on the target’s silhouette, both Hu Xiaodong and Tang Xiaoquan couldn’t help but squeeze out a cold sweat.

Their hearts went: good thing Hua Biao is on our side—if he were on the other...

Hua Biao’s ambush was near perfect, but just as he was about to pounce and restrain the target at the critical moment, something unexpected happened.

That target, who’d been shuffling along like a sickly cripple, suddenly spun around just as Hua Biao’s arms were about to land. His timing was spot‑on, like he had a tracking radar installed in the back of his head.

A second earlier and Hua Biao might not have gotten a grip; a second later and the guy would probably already be trussed up.

Not only that, as the target turned, the long blade in his hand also came cleaving down with the motion.

Seeing that icy blade come hacking down, the hardened reflexes Hua Biao had honed from years of walking on knife edges kicked in and saved his life.

As his body pitched forward, he instinctively shifted sideways; when the target’s blade fell and his momentum carried him into empty air, Hua Biao decisively struck back with a knife‑hand to the neck.

He hadn’t expected that as soon as his hand knife landed on the back of the target’s neck, the man’s legs would buckle and he’d collapse limply to the ground.

"Damn! How’d it end up like this!" Hua Biao was sure he’d held back; after all, he badly needed to get information about what had happened at the Peaceful Noodle House from this guy. He’d only used about twenty percent of his strength, but the target was just way too fragile, going down at the slightest touch.

Looking at the man on the ground who seemed to have passed out, Hua Biao shook his head helplessly, then bent down to remove the long blade from him and carefully checked the man’s belongings to make sure he had no other weapons. ℴ

Once he’d confirmed everything, Hua Biao finally relaxed and hoisted the target onto his shoulder.

Seeing Hua Biao’s movements, Tang Xiaoquan and Hu Xiaodong inside the house both let out a heavy breath.

No joke, that slash when the guy turned had really given the two of them a scare.

At least in Tang Xiaoquan’s view, if he’d been out there instead, he would’ve been chopped clean in two by that long blade.

Hua Biao pushed the door open and walked straight to a chair inside, then set the man he’d been carrying down on the seat.

Wondering who this person was? Some readers have probably guessed already. That’s right, he was the very man the teenager had been worrying about this whole time.

"How is he?" He’d originally wanted to say, "Why’d you hit him so hard?" but considering the subtle relationship between them right now, Tang Xiaoquan opted for a safer question that wouldn’t easily cause misunderstandings.

"Hell if I know. I didn’t even plan on doing much to him; he just turned out like this on his own." Hua Biao spat on the floor, annoyed, then set the long blade in his hand on the table.

"Whoa! This blade’s not bad. If I’m not mistaken, this should be our ancestors’ famous Tang Blade."

Huaxia people are all familiar with the word "Tang Blade," but not many really know their stuff.

Because he ran a sporting goods shop, Hu Xiaodong frequently dealt with friends in related industries.

So he had a decent understanding of cold weapons, and after hearing him, Hua Biao nodded in confirmation: "Yeah, that thing’s a Tang Blade."

"Damn, Hua, good thing your reflexes are fast; if that had hit you just now, you’d be..." Clicking his tongue, Hu Xiaodong’s face showed a trace of lingering fear.

"Looks like he won’t be waking up for a while. Hua Biao, go get some rest. You’re our main force for the search tomorrow; gotta make sure you’re sharp." Seizing the chance, Tang Xiaoquan timely offered some advice.

He had no choice—Hua Biao’s emotions were running too hot at the moment, and Tang Xiaoquan worried that if he kept going like this, something might happen to him.

Unfortunately, Hua Biao had no intention of appreciating Tang Xiaoquan’s concern. He yanked a chair over, dropped his butt on it, then lifted his sword‑brows and said coolly, "No need. If you guys are tired, go get some sleep. I’m fine."

Hua Biao really was fine. Forget one day without sleep—even if you had him go a week without proper sleep, it wouldn’t be a big deal to him.

That’s a basic skill for a scout. The environment he worked in and the missions he carried out all year round meant he had to be able to do this.

Seeing Hua Biao so determined, Tang Xiaoquan didn’t push it.

He simply dragged a chair over, and together with Hu Xiaodong continued their "big eyes staring at small eyes" vigil.

The man was clearly spent. Looking at his clothes soaked in blood, Tang Xiaoquan could easily imagine what he’d gone through over the last few hours.

Back then, using binoculars, Tang Xiaoquan had personally watched him chop down that lanky guy, and it was precisely because of that that he hadn’t decided to tie the man up.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend, and besides, Tang Xiaoquan was counting on this man to give him a detailed account of what had happened at the Peaceful Noodle House.

So a bit of goodwill was very much necessary.

As time ticked by, the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly eerie.

Think about it: in the dead of night, three men, staring unblinking at a blood‑soaked guy—this "touching" tableau was enough to send anyone’s imagination running wild.

Just like that, after half an hour of intense "bromantic" gazing from the three "buddies," the man who’d been unconscious for so long finally twitched.

"You’re awake." Tang Xiaoquan stepped forward and casually murmured.

But he never imagined that just as he approached, the man would suddenly spring up from the chair, moving with an agility totally unlike someone who’d been unconscious.

In that instant, with Tang Xiaoquan completely off guard, the man seized his arms and legs.

Then the man’s eyes locked onto the Tang Blade lying on the table.

"Sorry, you can’t have this thing for now!"