110: Chapter 110 A Crushing Victory

Mirror World.

Lin Bai continued driving toward the city center, but the road was excessively quiet; not a single moving car could be seen on the streets.

At first, they thought it was because of the heavy rain that people didn't want to go out, but since the situation remained the same along the entire way, they would have to be fools not to notice something was wrong.

"Something is wrong! Get out of the car and prepare to fight!" the Paper Craftsman said, his voice heavy.

Screech!

Lin Bai slammed on the brakes, and the five of them quickly rushed out of the car, carefully observing the surroundings for any potential enemies.

"Your vigilance is quite high!" Amidst the heavy rain, five blurry figures slowly walked up to them.

"Shangguan Qingxue, Huang Hongjiang, Wang Wenxin, Chen Fei..." Lame Lin narrowed his eyes and recited the names of the arrivals.

He had seen four of the five people in front of him in the archives of The Net; he didn't recognize only the one with the weakest aura, who must be a newly promoted Night Wanderer.

"Is this an illusion or a Ghost Wall? When did we fall into your trap?" Lame Lin's expression was not very good.

He had always been cautious, yet he had unknowingly walked into a trap set by the other party. His original plan to use civilians as hostages had instantly fallen through.

"The dying have no right to ask that." Shangguan Qingxue directly drew her sword and pointed it at the Paper Craftsman.

"Hmph, don't think that just because you ambushed us, you have us cornered. It's not certain who will die yet!" Lame Lin let out a cold snort.

The grandfather and grandson quickly pulled several paper dolls from their bosoms and threw them around; in the blink of an eye, they transformed into eight Paper Figurines with thick blush painted on them.

Among them, four of the Paper Figurines emitted an aura no weaker than a second-realm Night Wanderer.

Now it was eight against five; the advantage was with him.

"Tell me, if you all die here, will that old rascal Director Zhou Yangyu be so angry that he vomits blood when he finds out?" A strong killing intent spread from Lame Lin.

"Tsk! I say, old man Lin, can't you Paper Craftsmen keep up with the times? Look at how ugly these Paper Figurines are. No young person would like this nowadays. No wonder the Legacy of the Paper Craftsman is almost extinct."

Upon seeing the four Night Wanderer-level Paper Figurines, Huang Hongjiang not only didn't show a hint of worry, but even couldn't help but complain.

"You brat who only knows how to run your mouth, I will definitely pull your tongue out slowly later and see if you will beg for mercy then." Lame Lin looked at Huang Hongjiang with cold eyes.

"Are you all ignoring me?" Just as they were about to make a move, a muffled voice came from the sky behind them.

"Who?" The expressions of several people changed; they hadn't realized there was someone behind them the whole time.

Several people hurriedly turned around, only to see a figure like an iron tower standing less than five meters behind them.

They were suddenly scared into a cold sweat; they all recognized this person: the number one person below the Day Tour Envoy in Tianhai City, Captain Meng Jianmin of the Metal Squad.

For people at the level of Night Wanderer, a distance of five meters and five centimeters made no difference.

With Meng Jianmin's strength, if he had chosen to ambush them just now, he could have instantly killed at least one of them.

But Meng Jianmin hadn't, choosing instead to expose himself voluntarily. How stupid!

"Meng Jianmin, although I don't know how you hid your aura to deceive our perception, since you have exposed yourself, you will definitely die today!" After being frightened, Lame Lin was somewhat flustered and angry.

"Do you know why I didn't ambush you? Because there was no need." Meng Jianmin said expressionlessly.

The next moment, he arrived directly in front of Lame Lin, moving so fast that the other party didn't even react.

Four Paper Figurines whistled past him, and then a heavy punch slammed fiercely into the Paper Craftsman's chest. The enormous force sent him flying, and he disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

With this one blow, the opponent's combat power was instantly reduced by 70%.

"Do it!" Shangguan Qingxue shouted sharply, raising her sword and rushing toward the two female masters of The Net.

One of those two had the strength of the second realm, and the other had the strength of the first realm; they were immediately suppressed and beaten by the Peak Night Wanderer Shangguan Qingxue.

"Damn it!" Tang Yi immediately circulated his Cultivation Technique, trying to interfere with the blood in Shangguan Qingxue's body.

"Your opponent is me!" Huang Hongjiang suddenly appeared in front of Tang Yi, throwing a punch at his face, forcing him to block with his arms.

It was just that his reaction was a bit too slow.

Bang!

A powerful, heavy punch slammed into his face, sending him flying backward to crash heavily into the rainwater on the ground.

Damn!

Tang Yi was cursing in his heart; you, a third-realm Night Wanderer, are actually ambushing me, a second-realm one? No martial ethics!

Huang Hongjiang pressed his advantage, his iron fists beating Tang Yi until he was covered in bruises.

The weakest Night Wanderer didn't say a word and went straight for Lin Bai, who was the weakest on the other side.

He originally thought he could easily capture Lin Bai to complete the mission, but he didn't expect that the Paper Craftsman had actually left a trump card on his grandson.

A Paper Figurine no weaker than a first-realm Night Wanderer; for a time, both sides were evenly matched.

The remaining bystanders, Wang Wenxin and Chen Fei, looked at each other.

Then Wang Wenxin chose to join in the beating of Lin Bai and his Paper Figurine.

While Chen Fei chose to assist Shangguan Qingxue, and the four women fought in a melee.

In the edge area of the Mirror World, Meng Jianmin was currently dealing with the siege of the Paper Craftsman and the four Paper Figurines with leisurely steps.

Around Lame Lin, all four of his Paper Figurines were there, and a large hole had appeared on each of them, looking as if they had been punched through.

Their attacks landed on Meng Jianmin like scratching an itch, unable to even break his skin.

"Weak, too weak!" Meng Jianmin shook his head in disappointment and slapped the Paper Craftsman across his old face with his palm.

Several teeth mixed with blood foam flew out instantly; this slap made his head buzz.

If it weren't to hone Wang Wenxin and the others, they would have wanted to instantly kill the Paper Craftsman and go back to capture the others.

"Your teeth are quite good; no wonder your breath was so big before." Meng Jianmin glanced at the teeth that had flown out and couldn't help but say.

After hearing this, Lame Lin spat out another mouthful of old blood.

"Impossible, we are both at the Peak of the Night Wanderer realm, how can you be so strong?" Lame Lin roared at Meng Jianmin, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Who told you I was a Night Wanderer!" Meng Jianmin looked down at the Paper Craftsman from above.

An irresistible aura emanated from him, pressing down on Lame Lin until he could barely breathe.

"You... how is that possible!" Lame Lin's eyes were filled with horror.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

Lame Lin controlled the four Paper Figurines to rush up, embrace Meng Jianmin's limbs, and then self-destruct, buying himself a chance to escape.

"If I don't run, I'll die, I'll definitely die." Lame Lin's face was full of fear.

Having been stuck at the threshold of the Day Tour Envoy for decades, he knew better than anyone just how large the gap was between a Day Tour Envoy and a Night Wanderer.

Suddenly, he felt his body lighten, and then his field of vision began to rise; he seemed to see his own body still running.