My transformation into a beautiful girl started with a hemorrhage.

"It's alright, I've decided to change direction and escape in that direction," the girl said, pointing in the direction Kouta had left.

The man frowned and advised, "Miss, the only way to protect your safety right now is to go to the mayor's building. Only when you get there will that man hesitate to act rashly."

"The road to that place must be just as heavily fortified as the road to the manor. Do we really think we can make it there alive?" the girl asked.

The man fell silent.

They had been hiding for a whole day, and he was the only one left of his original colleagues. He wasn't sure he could safely get the young lady there.

He never imagined that the man would be so ruthless as to mobilize so much manpower, resources, and money to hunt down his own daughter.

"I've made up my mind, I'll go in that direction," the girl said.

"Yes." Although the man didn't understand why the young lady was doing this, he still nodded in agreement.

So he began escorting the girl through the chaotic crowd, chasing after Kouta in the direction he had left.

Not long after they left, several people appeared deep in the alley. They came to the spot where the girl had been standing and observed carefully. Then, following the footprints, they also chased after Kouta in the direction he had gone.

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Kōta was already far from the scene of the incident.

Only the faint sound of an alarm could be heard.

A cool breeze brushed against his cheeks, cooling down his feverish blood.

He sighed, somewhat regretting his rash actions.

"Forget it, let's be more careful in the future. Let's go home first and talk about it then," Kouta sighed.

He continued walking towards home.

What should have been a ten-minute taxi ride took an hour on foot and we still hadn't arrived.

We walked for another fifteen minutes or so.

The number of pedestrians on the road suddenly decreased. At this time, Kouta had already left the city and entered the residential area.

At the entrance to the residential area, there is a sign that reads "Construction inside, no passage!"

Kōta was puzzled, as he hadn't seen any construction this morning. Then he thought, perhaps it was just the beginning today.

He stepped directly over the sign and continued walking home; the temperature had plummeted that winter night.

The roadsides here are no longer lined with shops, but instead with the walls of residential buildings. The road surface is dimly lit, with only the bright yellow light of the streetlights illuminating the area.

After passing through several courtyard gates, one can vaguely see a family enjoying themselves inside through the doors and windows.

There wasn't a single pedestrian on the road; it was eerily quiet.

Overwhelmed by memories of the happy days he spent with Hui, Kouta was completely oblivious to the unusual circumstances around him.

Until, around the corner ahead of him, a panting girl appeared. By the light of the streetlamp, Kouta could see the girl's appearance.

She was incredibly beautiful, even more so than the previous Kanako. Her long, flowing black hair reached her waist, and her deep blue eyes held a mysterious allure in the night. Her snow-white skin was flawless, and her waist was slender. In her frantic escape, her body swayed in the wind like a delicate willow, displaying remarkable grace and captivating charm. Her slightly pale lips added to her fragile beauty, easily evoking pity and tenderness in men, who would then shower her with care.

The girl is Hazuki Miyamori, the heiress of the Miyamori Group who was reported missing for a whole day in the news.

She was panting heavily, her pretty face flushed from the intense exercise, her hat was nowhere to be seen, and her hair was a little messy, but even so, it couldn't hide the aristocratic air she exuded.

This is a true noble princess, with a beautiful face, noble temperament, and delicate physique; she seems to exist solely to be conquered by men.

However, to Kouta, who was immersed in Kei's beauty every day, Miyamori Hazuki was just an ordinary woman.

He thought that the girl must be out jogging and exercising so late at night!

So he simply ignored her and didn't even glance at her.

However, when Hazuki saw Kouta, her eyes lit up with joy. Without saying a word, she rushed over, grabbed Kouta's hand, leaned against him, and whispered, "Sir, please help me. I'm being chased..."

Hazuki's voice was soft and gentle, with a delicate and refined quality typical of traditional Japanese women, and she also had a light and elegant fragrance.

However, Kouta had already transformed into a stoic straight man and interrupted her directly: "Miss, if you encounter difficulties, you should call the police. I'm just an ordinary citizen and there's nothing I can do to help you."

As he spoke, Kouta gently pried open Hazuki's fingers, one by one, which were gripping his sleeve.

If it were an ordinary girl being harassed by thugs, he would have intervened, but being chased and killed?!

What kind of person could be hunted down like this?!

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.

Kouta didn't want to get into trouble. He wasn't all alone anymore; he needed to take care of Hui and the baby in her belly.

All he could do was silently apologize to the woman and hope she would have a good time.

Hazuki Miyanomori: "..."

She began to doubt her own charm.

She felt that although she looked a little disheveled, she was definitely a beautiful girl. Don't all boys her age dream of one day picking up a beautiful girl and taking her home?

Does this man have homosexual tendencies or is he impotent?

At this moment, the rustling sounds behind her gradually stopped. Miyazaki knew that Taishi had completed his mission, and now she could only rely on herself to seek a glimmer of hope.

Since seduction doesn't work, then profit is the only option.

"This gentleman..."

Kouta ignored Hazuki's voice and walked past her.

At that moment, two people appeared at the corner of the wall in front, and at the same time, two more people appeared from behind the road.

In an instant, two people, one in front and one behind, slowly approached Kouta and Hazuki in the middle of the quiet single-lane road.

Chapter 425 Slaughter

A chilling atmosphere slowly settled over the silent street.

Kouta acted as if nothing had happened. He first shook off Hazuki's hand and distanced himself from her, then explained to the two of them, "I'm just an ordinary passerby. I don't know this woman at all. I have something to do, so I'll be going now. You two are busy!"

After finishing speaking, Kouta continued forward, seemingly oblivious to the four men's undisguised murderous intent.

These four assassins were dressed and looked no different from ordinary citizens; they were the kind of "passersby" who would not attract any attention on the street.

When they saw the kid who looked like a high school student with the target, their eyes instantly turned cold.

'Even if this brat isn't directly involved, he's still a witness; he must be dealt with quickly.'

However, to their surprise, before they could even make a move, Kouta walked towards them as if no one else was there.

The two men in front of Kouta immediately became alert, secretly reaching into their pockets to grip their pistols.

Normally, a professional assassin would use guns as little as possible, but this time was different. The employer made it clear that the target's bodyguards were all armed.

There was nothing they could do; even though they were professional assassins, they couldn't beat a pistol.

The kind of scene in movies where a single person fights their way through a group of armed bodyguards with their bare hands is simply impossible in reality.

In close combat, the pistol remains the ultimate weapon!

Step, step, step...

On the quiet street illuminated by streetlights, Kouta's footsteps could be clearly heard.

closer, closer...

Finally, when the two were no more than three meters apart.

The two men acted simultaneously, pulling out pistols and firing without a word. The pistols were equipped with silencers, which were black cylinders several centimeters longer than the pistol barrel, reducing the gunshot noise by more than 90 percent.

Tap tap tap tap...!

The two men pointed their guns at Kouta and kept pulling the triggers. Each pull made a "click" sound, a unique sound from a silencer. The volume was very low, about the same as the sound of lightly clapping hands.

The falling shell casings made a crisp "clang clang clang..." sound as they hit the ground, and the smell of gunpowder began to spread in the air.

Their fingers seemed to be playing the piano, frantically and continuously pulling the trigger, determined to empty the entire magazine before they stopped.

This is a good habit of a competent marksman: regardless of the consequences, empty a magazine first.

The pointed bullet exited the barrel with an initial velocity of 1.5 times the speed of sound. The enormous kinetic energy generated at this speed could easily penetrate a six-millimeter-thick brick. As for a person three meters away, if they were an ordinary person, they would have been riddled with holes.

However, their targets were not ordinary people.

As they kept pulling the trigger, a dense array of afterimages of arms appeared in front of Kouta—the visual persistence caused by the rapidly moving arms.

Although the force was formed from degraded true qi, even so, Kouta's force was so strong that unless it was an armor-piercing rifle bullet, he really wouldn't take a small-caliber pistol bullet seriously.

The powerful energy from his entire body formed an absolute defense several centimeters thick on his fist.

When a bullet hits it, it's like hitting a super-strong rubber several centimeters thick; it can't penetrate to the root.

Kouta's fist accurately deflected all fourteen bullets. It wasn't that Kouta was faster than the bullets, but rather that he predicted the trajectory of the bullets before the opponent looked up.

Bullets flew in all directions, some soaring into the sky, some burrowing into the ground, and some embedding themselves in the walls on both sides, leaving behind charred bullet holes.

……despair.

As the last bullet was fired, the scene fell silent.

Kouta stopped moving.

After the two assassins emptied their magazines, their instinctive reloading motion also stopped.

Their pupils dilated, as if they had seen something beyond their comprehension.

They did indeed witness something beyond common sense, as if their previous decades of life had been a lie.

He caught the bullet with his bare hands! ??

Shouldn't this kind of thing happen in movies?

Why would this happen in the real world?

Are they still asleep?

"Hey, didn't I already say I'm just an ordinary passerby?"

Kouta's eyes were filled with anger. Anyone would be angry if they were walking quietly down a dark road and then suddenly found themselves riddled with bullets!

"You guys, can you even understand human language... huh??"

Kota questioned.