CHAPTER 379: CHAPTER 379; RESCUING MISSION 4

The next room housed a fighting ring. Spectators cheered as two people battled in the center, blood staining the canvas. Tang Fei and her companions moved along the perimeter, staying in the shadows, unnoticed in the chaos of the crowd’s bloodlust.

Another door.... Another room... The same depravity.

The guards posted outside tried to block her path but Tang Fei’s knife sang through the air, one strike, one kill. Their bodies hit the ground before they could even cry out.

Inside, she found children. Boys and girls bound with rope, huddled together in terror. They were young, too young. Fresh victims, newly captured, waiting to be broken and sold to the highest bidder.

"Twilight, take care of them. Make sure they’re escorted out of this place safely." Tang Fei’s voice was hollow now, drained of all emotion. How could such grown men be this cruel?

She moved on.

Room after room revealed the same nightmare. Men taking advantage of women. Men reveling in their power over the helpless. Tang Fei showed no mercy. She killed swiftly and without hesitation. Bodies began to litter the corridors.

Blood pooled on the floors, spreading in dark rivulets that reflected the flickering overhead lights.

In yet another room, she found six people locked behind bars, three young men and three young women, who seemed to be around twenty-two years old or so.

"Is that you? Did you come?" A hoarse voice called out from the shadows.

Tang Fei turned. One of the young men stepped forward into the light. He was young, with delicate features that spoke of a beauty that had likely made him a target.

"You’re the one who sent me the email?" Tang Fei asked.

"Yes... yes, it’s me..." Relief flooded his voice, tears streaming down his face.

She moved quickly, unlocking the cage and cutting through their bonds. Once freed, they helped her release the others.

"You know the way out. Go quickly, and help the other children escape. This place is about to become a war zone." She guided them toward the corridor where Twilight and Huo Wu were waiting.

They entered another room together. Inside were two women, barely recognizable as human. Their bodies were emaciated, skin stretched tight over protruding bones. They looked like they’d been forgotten, left to starve slowly in the darkness.

Tang Fei froze. Recognition hit her like a physical blow.

"Lin Yue? Mei Fang?"

They were her fellow assassins from her previous life. Comrades she’d trained alongside, mentored even though they were younger than her. Assassins she’d watched die, or so she’d thought.

At the sound of their names, they recoiled, scrambling backward to hide in the corner like frightened animals.

"Lin Yue... It’s me... It’s me..." Tang Fei took a step forward, forgetting for a moment that she was no longer Assassin Ice. She was Tang Fei now, wearing a different face, living a different life.

They continued to retreat, their sunken eyes wide with fear and confusion.

"It’s me, Twilight..." Twilight approached slowly, her voice gentle as she whispered to them. Recognition flickered in their hollow gazes, disbelief, then desperate hope.

"Huo Wu, get them out of here." Tang Fei’s voice cracked slightly. Tears blurred her vision as she looked at what had become of her friends.

"Understood." Huo Wu and Twilight moved to help the two women, supporting their weight as they began to lead them toward the exit.

Suddenly, chaos erupted. The commotion had finally alerted the building’s security. Guards poured into the corridors from every direction, weapons drawn.

Bullets began to rain down.

Tang Fei moved like a shadow, fluid and lethal. She dodged, weaved, and returned fire with deadly accuracy. Every shot found its mark. She kicked open doors as she moved through the building, releasing anyone she found locked inside.

Men, women, children, anyone imprisoned in this hell.

She was killing without hesitation, without mercy.

Even in her life as an assassin, she had never killed like this. She had always been controlled, precise, and professional. But now she was something else entirely, a force of nature, an avenging angel drenched in blood.

Alarms blared throughout the building. More guards flooded in, called from other posts, but nothing could stop her rampage tonight.

"You’re all animals!" she screamed, her voice raw with rage.

"ANIMALS!"

She had gone completely ballistic. Men tried to flee, scrambling over each other in their desperation to escape, but Tang Fei hunted them down. She showed no distinction; anyone in this place was complicit; anyone here was guilty.

She slid across the blood-slicked floor with practiced ease, her knife flashing as she sliced through throats one after another. Bodies piled up in the corridors, creating macabre obstacles that she stepped over without breaking stride.

The two floors became a slaughterhouse. Corpses littered every hallway, every room. The acrid smell of gunpowder mixed with the copper tang of blood.

She returned to the upper floor where reinforcements had arrived, guards who’d been called in for backup. But they weren’t fast enough, weren’t trained well enough to face someone like her.

Tang Fei cut through them like wheat before a scythe.

She killed until the corridors reeked of death. Until the floors were so covered in blood that her boots left red footprints with every step. Until she had to climb over piles of bodies to continue forward.

Blood covered her completely now, her face, her hands, her clothes. The black suit she wore had turned into a glistening crimson sheen. Her mask was splattered with arterial spray. Her knife dripped steadily, leaving a trail behind her.

And still, she continued forward, searching for more doors to open, more victims to free, more perpetrators to punish.

The building had become a tomb, and Tang Fei was its reaper.

"Haha haha...."

"I will kill you all..."

Tang Fei stood alone in the corridor, surrounded by bodies, her chest heaving. Blood dripped from her hands, her face, her clothes. She looked like something out of a nightmare..