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The floor tiles beneath Lu Ze's feet trembled slightly. He lowered his arm and looked at the attacker, who was about to say something.

But the woman opposite him didn't give him a chance to speak.

His attack missed, and with a sudden twist of his waist and hips, his right leg shot out again like a venomous snake that had been gathering power for a long time, aiming straight for Lu Ze's throat with a sharp whistling sound.

This kick was fast and vicious, with a tricky angle. If an ordinary person were to be hit by this, they would probably lose consciousness on the spot.

Lu Ze sighed helplessly. It seemed he could only let the other party calm down first.

Instead of rushing to meet the attack, he took a half-step back to dodge it.

At the same time, he gently patted the silver wolf's pert bottom, signaling her to get down.

Silver Wolf was comfortably lying on his back, originally wanting to watch the show a little longer, but her buttocks were attacked. Her cheeks flushed red on the spot, and the arms that were originally gently wrapped around Lu Ze's neck tightened their grip as punishment.

Then she obediently jumped off Lu Ze.

In just a short moment, the attack from the other side had already closed in again.

Lu Ze didn't turn his head, but casually raised his right hand and flicked it lightly.

It was this seemingly casual flick that precisely struck the side of the woman's calf, pulling her to the side and back with the force of her kick.

The woman felt as if her strength had been kicked into a ball of cotton, and then she was pulled by a supple force, losing her balance and staggering forward half a step involuntarily.

A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she reacted quickly, spinning around and sweeping her other leg across like a whirlwind.

In the dimly lit laboratory, the red figure moved nimbly, her long legs transforming into sharp arcs amidst the interplay of light and shadow.

Sometimes his attacks were high and sweeping, like an axe splitting Mount Hua; sometimes they were low and slamming, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue. His offensive was relentless.

Each of her kicks was both powerful and beautiful, as if she were not fighting, but performing a deadly dance.

Lu Ze, however, remained standing in the same spot, his feet never moving an inch.

His hands moved slowly in circles in front of him, the movements seemingly sluggish, yet he always managed to precisely block every attack at the last second.

Silver Wolf retreated to Black Tower and Qi Lin's side, crossing his arms.

She turned her head and spoke in a low voice to the two people beside her.

"What kind of attack is this? Why is it so slow and inefficient, like an old man?"

Qi Lin's eyes lit up: "This is Tai Chi."

"What Tai Chi?" Silver Wolf didn't understand.

"It's the kind of boxing that looks slow and gentle, the kind that old men and women use for health."

Qi Lin stared intently at the battle ahead, her voice carrying a hint of genuine admiration.

"I feel like the moves are the same as the ones I learned, but why is Lu Ze able to handle them so easily?"

"Of course." Silver Wolf raised his chin, the corners of his mouth curving into a wide smile. "Don't you even know whose it is?"

"No one's property can belong to you," Black Tower thought to himself.

Ahead, after several unsuccessful attacks, the woman's calmness was gradually replaced by a hint of anxiety.

She realized that the man in front of her was far more skilled in close combat than she was, and that it would be difficult to defeat him by relying solely on her leg techniques.

So after Luzeg blocked another high sweep, she slashed her right hand across her waist—

A silver-white pistol appeared in her hand, its muzzle pointed directly at Lu Ze's forehead.

"Watch out!" Qi Lin exclaimed involuntarily.

Lu Ze's gaze sharpened slightly.

As the woman pulled the trigger, she simultaneously stepped forward with her left foot, delivering another low kick to Lu Ze's knee.

Using both the gun and legs, attacking from above and below, the offensive was extremely fierce.

However, Lu Ze seemed to have anticipated her movements.

The instant the gun was pointed at him, his body shifted slightly to the left, and the bullet grazed his ear, shattering the glass panel of an instrument behind him.

At the same time, he gently hooked his right foot, blocking the kick aimed at his knee. Then, he flipped his wrist and gently placed his palm on the woman's wrist holding the gun.

The woman felt a numbness in her wrist, and the sights of her pistol involuntarily shifted direction.

But she reacted very quickly, immediately using the force of Lu Ze's push to rotate her wrist, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at his chest again after drawing an arc.

But Lu Ze's hand seemed glued to her wrist; no matter how she changed angles, he could always deflect her gun with minimal movement.

Their arms intertwined in the dim light, sometimes close, sometimes apart, like a silent duet.

The only difference is that, between the dance segments, there are occasional bursts of light from the flames.

Bullets kept hitting the ceiling, walls, and floor, but none of them hit the target.

Silver Wolf watched from behind with great interest, nudging Qi Lin's arm with his elbow: "Doesn't it look cool?"

Qi Lin didn't speak, but her eyes already held a deep sense of admiration.

The battle ahead finally came to an end after several rounds of gunfights.

The woman's high side kick was dodged by Lu Ze, who sidestepped it. As she landed, she tried to draw her gun again, but Lu Ze was faster than her.

His right hand glided through her defenses like flowing water, precisely gripping her wrist holding the gun and twisting it sharply to the side.

The woman winced in pain, her fingers involuntarily loosening, and the pistol slipped from her hand and fell to the ground.

Lu Ze gave her no chance to catch her breath, taking a step forward and pressing his entire body into her defensive circle. He gently leaned his shoulder against her chest.

This seemingly weak lean caused her to lose her balance, and her back slammed heavily against the cold laboratory wall.

Before she could react, Lu Ze had already pressed his hand on her shoulder and pinned her wrist to the wall with his other hand, pinning her firmly to the wall and making her unable to move.

The battle is over.

"Now, can we have a proper talk?"

Lu Ze said calmly.