Chapter 302: Chapter 184: Meteor-like Colorful Fireworks, Superhero Xue Jing Makes an Entrance! (6K)_4

"Mmm—""Yuyan, what are you doing? This will cause trouble as it might attract others here."

"I know you just woke up in this world and are still a bit confused... no worries, we have enough time now. Let's move somewhere else..."

The dark-circled young man whispered gently, reapplying the tape over Zong Shichan's mouth.

Then, as if handling a rare treasure, he carefully lifted her and walked out of the warehouse. With a push of his feet, he moved left and right, using his light-body skill to quickly leave the Tiger Soul Dojo.

Zong Shichan looked anxious.

What should I do?!

...

"Where is Brother Zhang?"

In the banquet hall, disciples directly taught by Golden Wind Dojo were seated around a table, and Chen Wenyan frowned and spoke.

"I don't know. He disappeared in the blink of an eye... Maybe he went to the restroom?"

Su Bijin said offhandedly.

Chen Wenyan had an ominous feeling.

At that moment, martial arts practitioners in the hall renowned for their keen hearing suddenly shifted in expression after hearing a strange noise.

At the main table, while chatting with Xue Jing, Zong Jinkui's expression darkened. He slammed the table and stood up sharply.

"It's Chan'er's voice!"

"Something happened!"

"Quick, go look for her!"

He commanded anxiously, and all the disciples around immediately responded, dispersing.

Without a second thought about maintaining any decorum, Zong Jinkui also burst out with his power, smashing through a wall with a loud bang and rushing towards the source of the sound.

Seeing this, the guests present exchanged glances.

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Xue Jing, with his skills enhancing his hearing, also heard the noise. He narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment, and whispered to Meng Qingjiao, who was voraciously eating beside him:

"Sister, something seems off. I'll go check it out."

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Meng Qingjiao, with her cheeks stuffed, blinked as Xue Jing spoke and then disappeared in a flash. She slowly reached for two big chicken legs from a plate of roasted chicken, stood up, and followed behind Xue Jing.

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A secluded warehouse; this was the source of the noise.

Xue Jing walked within the warehouse, with his eyes blazing with dark flames, the pitch-black environment doing nothing to hinder his sight.

By now, disciples from Tiger Soul Dojo, including the master, had already been here but found no one before hurriedly leaving to search elsewhere.

"Interesting... The Skin-Peeler? Quite crafty."

He muttered to himself, looking at a corner where a body with its skin removed lay.

After pondering awhile, he closed his eyes.

As he began his meditative visualization, every detail around him reflected in his mind, sharply outlined.

In his consciousness space, he began reconstructing the scene that had just occurred based on all those details.

A disciple of the Tiger Soul Dojo was standing outside the warehouse door, idly yawning.

Suddenly, a man approximately 1.8 meters tall, holding something, arrived there, and his palm knife swiped...

As more details filled his mind, the visualized scene gradually completed.

Xue Jing opened his eyes, walked out of the warehouse, looked left and right, and then swiftly darted towards a direction.

If the dark-circled young man saw this, he would have been shocked to find that Xue Jing's footsteps and every move precisely matched his own, down to the last detail.

...

Half an hour later.

The young man, clutching Zong Shichan, sped through the city, stealthily yet swiftly, and unknowingly moved from East City District to South City District.

"We're almost there, Yuyan," he said gently, looking down.

Zong Shichan's mouth was sealed, unable to speak, only despair in her eyes as tears welled up.

"Who can... save me..."

"Grandpa... Xue Jing..."

"Save me..."

The little girl cried inwardly.

That moment.

In the pitch-black night.

A streak of firework as radiant as a meteor with a long tail tore across the skies, swiftly approaching.

At that moment, all the passersby looked up, admiring the beauty of that firework.

That moment, the dark-circled young man, caught off-guard, had his most treasured possession snatched away, his eyes nearly bursting with anger.

That moment, the little girl held in the arms, rescued by the colorful meteor, stared blankly at those silver-white eyes she had dreamt of night and day.

The light, trailing through the night sky, lingered longingly.

In Zong Shichan's young mind, that eternal moment was etched.

"...to be kidnapped by such a pervert, I hope you can quickly forget this experience and not carry any trauma. Otherwise, your future martial arts achievements could be seriously hindered," Xue Jing said with a smile as he pulled the tape off the little girl's mouth and wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes.

Zong Shichan's face flushed and her heart raced, almost feeling like it would leap out of her throat the next moment.

How could anyone forget this?!

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(I fell asleep while writing... considering the update's delay, I decided to write a bit more...)