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Bullets flew in from all directions, slicing through the air with a sharp crack, as if urging Li Mu to hasten his every step. The entire corridor, under the baptism of gunfire, resembled a battlefield, the walls marred with bullet holes, sparks flying, and smoke swirling around. In this hail of bullets, Li Mu moved like a bolt of black lightning, his figure agile and resolute, his steps quick yet steady, navigating precisely between each bullet as if he were brushing against death itself.
Every time a bullet whizzed past his ear or shoulder, he could keenly feel the vibrations in the air. The bullets were so close they seemed to graze his skin. Yet, Li Mu's speed never faltered; it was as if he had calculated this perilous situation into his movements. Each dodge was a calm and precise prediction. He felt adrenaline surging through him, but his expression remained cold, his gaze sharp as a blade, fixed on the target at the end of the corridor—the window.
He knew very well that this was his only escape route. His pace quickened further as he suddenly sidestepped to avoid the concentrated fire from two guards behind him. With a light push from his toes against the ground, he leaped forward. In just a few strides, he closed the distance to the window rapidly; it was getting closer, and his resolve grew stronger.
With only a few steps remaining, Li Mu took a deep breath and powered through with his legs, propelling himself like an arrow shot from a bow towards the window. He curled up mid-air, arms tightly shielding himself in front while maintaining the most compact posture possible, his shoulders slightly raised to absorb the impact.
"Bang!" A loud crash echoed as Li Mu's body slammed into the window. The hard glass shattered instantly, scattering shards that danced in the night light like falling stars. Fragments sliced past him, tearing at his outer clothing and leaving fine stings on his skin, but he paid no heed, eyes locked below in search of a landing spot. Through the howling wind, he could clearly hear the sharp sound of glass hitting the ground—a cold and brief noise that seemed to stretch time at that moment. Each second felt elongated as if in slow motion, compelling him to make precise judgments.
In mid-air, Li Mu quickly scanned for a nearby rooftop edge. The dim light of night cast that rooftop into a blurred shadow—narrow but just enough for him to land. Unfazed by the height, he deftly adjusted his body position, legs slightly drawn together in preparation for the impending impact. He calculated the angle of descent perfectly; just before landing, he pressed down slightly with his feet to transfer his weight accurately onto his legs and disperse the force of his fall.
At the moment of landing, the impact reverberated through his legs and up into his body. Li Mu inhaled deeply and rolled forward swiftly, channeling all his momentum into the roll. He landed smoothly without hesitation. After rolling out of it gracefully, he sprang up agilely as if unaffected by the force of impact—standing firmly on the rooftop like a leopard that had just touched down from a leap.
It was only then that he paused briefly to catch his breath amidst the surrounding silence, feeling only the night breeze brushing against his face. His gaze was icy as he scanned his surroundings quickly; shouts from pursuers above reached his ears as guards realized he had escaped through the window and began shouting orders for others to pursue him. However, he was already beyond their reach, cloaked in shadows away from their sight.
Li Mu's heartbeat gradually steadied; a faint smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth—a hint of cold amusement.
Just as Li Mu steadied himself at the edge of the rooftop and barely had time to catch his breath, angry curses from guards reached him. The second floor's windows were crowded with anxious guards glaring at where Li Mu had vanished; their eyes narrowed in fury as if they wished to tear him apart. In that instant, an angry shout pierced through the night: "Over there! Don't let him escape!"
With that shout came a barrage of gunfire—a rain of steel bullets pouring out from the windows aimed directly at Li Mu. He swiftly sidestepped and crouched low to move quickly along the ground as bullets struck one after another against the rooftop tiles beside him—fragments flying and sparks igniting an atmosphere thick with danger.
"Whoosh!" A flying knife zipped past him with a chilling glint, narrowly missing his earlobe. Li Mu's expression hardened further; without time to think twice, he leaped out like a gust of wind off the rooftop. As he landed steadily on both feet, he swiftly darted into a shadowy area and silently slipped into darkness. His figure vanished like a ghost almost instantaneously into an alleyway—leaving behind only fluttering edges of fabric in the night breeze.
At that moment, Wang Lei stormed out of the building's exit, a shotgun in hand, his face dark with fury. His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, scanned the shadows for any sign of Li Mu. The shotgun gleamed coldly in his grip, its short barrel reflecting a menacing light, resembling a beast poised to strike, radiating a sense of destructive threat. Behind him, his subordinates followed closely, each wielding weapons—some with guns, others with knives or clubs—faces twisted with anger and bloodlust.
"There he is!" shouted the guards on the second floor, frantically waving from the windows. "Over there! He’s slipped into the shadows!" Their voices echoed through the night, filled with urgency and anxiety. Each guard leaned out of the window, pointing in the direction where Li Mu had fled, desperate not to let this intruder escape, eager to take him down on the spot.
Wang Lei's expression darkened further as he listened to his men report back. A flash of ruthlessness crossed his eyes as he kicked the ground hard and cursed angrily, "Bastard! Everyone chase him down! Don’t let him get away!" His heavy breaths were laced with rage; his gaze was cold and merciless as he impatiently rotated the shotgun barrel, eager to shred this audacious intruder into pieces. His roar was an order that brooked no disobedience; all his men sprang into action, a chaotic rush toward Li Mu's escape route.
"Quick! He’s ahead!" one of the thugs shouted, brandishing his knife and urging those beside him with barely concealed panic and urgency. They all drew their weapons, loading bullets and eagerly surged into the alleyway, their steps quickening like a pack of enraged hounds.
"Be careful; he’s not easy to deal with!" another thug warned, but his words were drowned out by the surrounding shouts and hurried footsteps; it seemed no one heard him. More thugs poured into the alley like a raging tide, a dark mass of faces filled with resentment and murderous intent. The glint of sharp blades and metallic gun barrels flickered in the night. They searched everywhere, hoping to find that damned assassin lurking in the shadows, their eyes filled with impatience and fury.
Li Mu hid in the shadows of the alleyway, hearing the footsteps and angry shouts of his pursuers drawing ever closer. He could feel the pressure in the air and knew he might be exposed at any moment to their overwhelming numbers. Yet he remained calm; his heartbeat steady as he gripped his pistol tightly, ready for any sudden developments. He understood that the encirclement was tightening rapidly; every step he took had to be cautious yet decisive—any hesitation could lead him straight into a trap set by his enemies.
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