For a moment, Yafeir even suspected that Ren Yuanhao was in league with them. After all, Ren Yuanhao had spared the three of them at the hotel earlier. Moreover, under everyone's gaze, those three, no matter how enraged, would never dare to kill a scarce technical expert.
But now it was different. There were no surveillance cameras here, no people. Even if she dropped dead in the laboratory, people would only speculate that it was due to excessive stress, or a heart attack from frequent late nights. These people might "return to work" the next day, or even "carry out missions" that very night, perfectly avoiding any suspicion!
By the time the rumors died down, and they returned to the base, her remains would likely have been eaten by rats and ants.
As these chilling thoughts flashed through Yafeir's mind, she was so terrified that she cowered behind the desk.
"Now, the doors and windows are all sealed tight."
Ren Yuanhao took a drag from his cigarette, the smoke rings swirling leisurely in the laboratory, leaving the eight men and Yafeir bewildered, completely unsure which side he was on.
"Newcomer, well done. I, Da Zhu, owe you this favor."
Da Zhu, the leader, clasped his fists and was about to advance with his men to corner Yafeir, when Ren Yuanhao stepped in front of her, puffing smoke and saying, "I think you might have misunderstood."
Ren Yuanhao pointed to the closed windows and doors, looking at these men with amusement. "You all still have bloodstains on you, even injuries. From what I can deduce, you've just returned from Guyao City or the desert, perhaps not even having reported back yet?"
Da Zhu frowned, his bloodshot pupils fixed on Ren Yuanhao. "That's right. We were ambushed in the desert. If it weren't for the weak protective suits manufactured by this damn woman, our brothers wouldn't have suffered so many casualties!"
"So, you rushed back day and night, without reporting the losses or meeting your superiors, and came here to take revenge on this woman?"
With each sentence Ren Yuanhao spoke, his tone grew colder, as if the surrounding temperature was dropping accordingly.
"Exactly. How can I explain to my fallen comrades if I don't kill this woman myself!"
Da Zhu was burning with anger, but Ren Yuanhao smiled even more chillingly. "So you plan to make a move here? And then leave as silently as you came? Even if superiors investigate, no one will know it was you?"
"Of course! All thanks to you, kid, for finding such a good place for us to strike!"
Da Zhu chuckled coldly in return, as if Yafeir were already a cold corpse.
"However, you might have miscalculated. Your faces were seen by so many people at the hotel."
As Ren Yuanhao spoke, the three men who had been in the bar earlier tore off their human-skin masks. "These masks belong to our brothers. Even the abilities I unleashed were his. When we report back, saying these brothers died in the desert, who will suspect us?"
Hearing this, Yafeir instinctively pulled her clothes tighter, as if the death knell was already sounding in her ears!
But then, Ren Yuanhao suddenly stubbed out his cigar and clapped his hands. "Very well. That means, if you die here, no one will be able to trace it back to me either."
"What do you mean?" Da Zhu's gaze turned sharp. He had seven ability users behind him; he didn't believe that Ren Yuanhao, alone, could do anything to them!
"What I mean is, this is not Yafeir's tomb, but yours."
Ren Yuanhao carefully placed the extinguished cigar on the table, flashed a devilish smile at Yafeir. The eight men immediately unleashed their abilities!
Gravity Doubling, Weight Magnification, Dermis Transformation, Corrosive Barrage, Feather Ascension Technique…
Being attacked by so many ability users was a first for Ren Yuanhao. However, no matter how many low-level abilities there were, they were all like dust before his wind element ability, which was nearing rank B.
Yafeir felt as though the entire laboratory was enveloped in an extremely terrifying vortex. She herself felt like she was in the eye of a storm, her ears completely filled with the roar of the wind. The next moment, she only heard a compressed, faint air explosion!
Subsequently, the entire laboratory was being torn apart by scattered air currents, dust and smoke billowed everywhere. Documents on the desk scattered like snowflakes. It was at this moment that Yafeir suddenly saw the numerical value displayed on the ability index meter, and her jaw dropped in shock!
7000!
The reading was already similar to that of Liu Yu, one of the deceased Eight Kings. And this man was just a newcomer!
The wind subsided, and Ren Yuanhao's figure reappeared amidst the dust. The eight men remained in their previous postures, their bodies seemingly unharmed. But as Ren Yuanhao picked up his cigar again, the eight men were instantly deprived of their lives as if by an unseen force, falling to the ground one by one.
Their bodies still showed no visible injuries, but they were utterly devoid of life.
"Who… who exactly are you?" Yafeir's face paled. Although the people in Gray Wolf were no saints, she had never encountered someone so ruthless in their actions.
She even wondered if this man, caught up in the killing, might turn and kill her as well!
Ren Yuanhao relit his cigar, his expression shifting back from decisive killer to one with a hint of roguishness.
"I am your customized boyfriend. It is my duty and obligation to protect your safety, and the most effective way to do that is to eliminate the threat completely."
Ren Yuanhao's tone was exceedingly calm, as if dealing with so many Rank A personnel was an effortless task.
"Are you truly just protecting me?" Yafeir's expression softened slightly, tears welling up in her eyes.
Ren Yuanhao snapped his fingers. "Of course. It's part of my job. Moreover, I believe if they had killed you, many more brothers would have died in the desert and Guyao City, wouldn't they?"
Yafeir struggled to rub her legs, and it took her considerable effort to stand up from the floor. Initially, she had only felt contempt for this man, as in her mind, men in such professions were not very respectable. However, she was now completely won over by Ren Yuanhao, and a warmth, a warmth she had never felt before, flowed through her heart.
"Thank you. If you hadn't been here tonight, I believe I would have already become a cold corpse."
Yafeir's tone shifted, and she suddenly pointed at the ability index instrument. "However, Xiao Tian, your ability index just now scared me."
"Oh?"
Ren Yuanhao feigned an expression of utter bewilderment.
"Your ability index is as high as 7000 points. In terms of strength, you are already close to the realm of the Eight Kings."