The twenty armored Guild enforcers charged down the narrow drainage corridor, their boots splashing through the filthy slush.
Their jagged broadswords gleamed with an oily purple sheen, hissing faintly as droplets of corrosive corpse-venom dripped onto the wet flagstones.
“Kill the man! Seize the girl!” Enforcer Ma bellowed from behind the front line, his voice echoing violently off the damp basalt. “Anyone who resists the Guild gets thrown into the corpse-lime pits! Let no one leave this passage alive!”
Lin Mo did not even flinch. He stayed kneeling beside Tang Xiaomi, carefully picking up three more muddy talismans from the cold puddle.
“Tie Niu,” Lin Mo said, his tone as relaxed as someone ordering lunch at a drive-through. “Our new talisman inventory is somewhat delicate. Please do not let dirty boots step on them.”
“Understood, Boss!” Tie Niu boomed.
Tie Niu planted his feet like twin steel pilings driven into bedrock. His massive fists rose, glowing with a dull, heavy bronze light that signaled his Rank 2 Peak Half-Step Grandmaster External Body refinement.
The first four enforcers lunged forward together. Their heavy sabers cleaved through the air in a synchronized cross-slashing formation, aiming to lop off Tie Niu’s head and shoulders in a single stroke.
