SES Chapter 192 Part 1

Chapter 192: Extra

Everything was going according to plan.

Zheng Mingshan sprinted forward two steps, leapt into the air, and caught the gun Yan Hongsand threw to him with perfect timing. He immediately sighted a thug whose muzzle was already lifting and pulled the trigger.

He’d been meticulous, but still missed one thing—he forgot to tell Yan Hongsand that it was a submachine gun, capable of firing more than ten rounds per second. The magazine capacity was limited, and she’d gone wild up there, leaving him with precious few rounds.

Then again, even if he’d warned her, it would’ve been useless. A rookie with no feel for a gun would only end up holding back if you put limits on her.

He dropped two men. His feet had barely touched the ground when the bullets ran dry. Zheng Mingshan snapped into a swift kip-up and charged the last one. As the man swung his gun toward him, Zheng didn’t hesitate—he whipped his arm and hurled the submachine gun like a spinning blade straight at the man’s head.

The throw carried terrifying force. The man toppled backward, spraying a burst of bullets into the air. Zheng Mingshan drove a kick into his chest and used the recoil to launch himself forward, roaring as he lunged toward Leopard, who had just emerged from the cage.

In a blur of motion—fast and seamless—the two clashed. The leopard had been waiting and reacted instantly. They exchanged a move as they passed each other, then both came to a stop. At that moment, Yan Hongsand had just landed, the gate slammed shut with a bang, and Cao Yanhua burst in at full speed.

“Leopard’s mine!” Zheng Mingshan shouted. “You two clear the field. Anyone down—don’t give them a chance to fire from the ground!”

Yes, Leopard had to be his. Though he hadn’t inherited the full mantle of their master, he’d entered the sect first—Meihua Jiuniang’s eldest disciple. This confrontation should begin with him.

Before his words even faded, Mu Dai cried out through tears, “Senior Brother! Save Luo Ren!”

Zheng Mingshan’s heart jolted. He shot a glance into the cage, and the sight made his blood run cold. Luo Ren was already a mass of blood, and Mu Dai’s face and hands were nearly as bad.

Zheng Mingshan knew well: in accidents like this or in wilderness combat, whether first aid on-site is fast and appropriate often determines whether someone lives or dies.

One was the enemy who had indirectly killed their master. The other was Luo Ren…

Damn it. Zheng clenched his teeth. The dead can’t come back. Right now, stopping the bleeding mattered more than revenge.

“Do your best to hold her!” he barked, then sprinted into the cage.

He dropped to his knees beside Luo Ren. The stench of blood hit him head-on. He’d seen scenes like this before; you could tell at a glance whether someone still had a chance. One look at Luo Ren, and half his heart sank.

The knife wounds were manageable—no arteries hit. He snapped orders at Mu Dai: “Use your clothes to press the wounds. If that’s not enough, stuff cloth inside to stop the bleeding. And press near his heart—if it stops, you jump-start it!”

Mu Dai’s head was buzzing. She nodded through tears, cut a large piece from her undershirt with a dagger, folded it, and pressed it against Luo Ren’s wounds.

Then she saw the gunshot wound—and her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. It looked like… an artery had been hit.

Zheng Mingshan took a deep breath, forcing himself not to be distracted by Mu Dai or the fight raging outside the cage. He traced upward from the bleeding wound, found the pulsing artery, and pressed it hard against the nearest bone with his palm to stop the bleeding. With his other hand, he slashed open clothing, tugged it apart with his teeth, balled it up, felt for the bullet hole, and shoved it in.

It wasn’t the right method. He knew the wound should be disinfected and properly dressed—right now it was fully exposed, bleeding heavily, with a huge risk of infection. But in this situation, it was the most brutal and effective stopgap.

Keeping pressure on the artery, he barked to Mu Dai, “Hospital. Immediately. Right now.”

He looked up to see Yan Hongsand and Cao Yanhua desperately entangling Leopard. His heart was on fire with urgency—but he couldn’t let go.

Neither of them was a match for Leopard.

Yan Hongsand could barely manage a few proper moves. Cao Yanhua had completely lost form, relying on sheer bulk—either hugging Leopard’s legs or wrapping her waist. After only a moment, Leopard lashed out with a backward kick and sent Cao Yanhua’s massive body flying. Luckily, he slammed into the chain-link side of the cage, which absorbed much of the impact.

Now it was just Yan Hongsand against Leopard. Cao Yanhua wiped blood from his mouth and was about to charge back in when Zheng Mingshan shouted, “Forget Red Sand—get a gun!”

Cao Yanhua snapped awake. Right—there were still guns in the factory.

Limping, he jogged to the nearest fallen weapon. On the other side, Leopard versus Red Sand was like a beast playing with a rabbit. After only two or three exchanges, Leopard had her hand around Yan Hongsand’s throat, lifting her clean off the ground with terrifying strength.

Yan Hongsand’s eyes rolled back. She clawed at Leopard’s face, but couldn’t reach. Mu Dai was shaking all over. Zheng Mingshan ground out, “Hold your position. Do your job!”

At that moment, Cao Yanhua grabbed a gun, eyes blazing red, rushed over, and fired a full burst at Leopard’s back.

He had no feel for aiming. Leopard seemed to have eyes in the back of her head—she shifted one step, and the entire burst missed.

Yan Hongsand couldn’t breathe. Her legs spasmed in midair. Suddenly remembering something, she gathered the last of her strength, reached into her pocket, pulled out a plastic bag of blood, brought it close to Leopard, and crushed it hard.

The bag burst. Blood sprayed everywhere, and a stream splashed straight into Leopard’s eyes. White smoke hissed up. Leopard screamed and released her grip. Yan Hongsand kicked her away, coughing violently as she tumbled and crawled back toward the cage.

Leopard was truly formidable. Assessing the situation in an instant, she didn’t hesitate at all—she bolted straight for the exit.

Zheng Mingshan sighed inwardly. Looks like Leopard was going to get away this time.

In movies, the villain’s final boss always fights to the last moment—killing or being killed. But real combat wasn’t like that. The most dangerous people, when real danger hits, usually retreat fast—not in panic, but to a safe position, preserving themselves to strike again later.

Those who’ve harmed many lives often cherish their own the most.

Cao Yanhua fired another burst after her. It seemed to hit—Leopard stumbled, nearly dropping to one knee, then straightened immediately. Cao Yanhua was overjoyed and pulled the trigger again—empty.

Leopard stopped, turned her head, and stared at everyone inside and outside the cage, her lips curling into a savage smile.

“Let you watch,” she said, “the fireworks bloom.”

…

Yan Hongsand gasped for breath, wanting to chase but unable to muster the strength. She watched in confusion as Leopard’s expression changed. After rummaging on herself for a second or two, Leopard vanished through the doorway.

“What was she looking for?” Yan Hongsand asked.

With a clatter, Cao Yanhua’s legs gave out. He tossed the gun aside and dropped to the floor, then slowly pulled several items from his jacket and threw them down.

Lipstick. Razor blades. And something that looked like a switch.

“No idea,” he said. “Probably these things.”

“You stole her stuff? When?”

“When she was beating me half to death.”

Zheng Mingshan cut them off. “Luo Ren’s condition is bad. Now—get Thirteen to drive the car in. Call emergency services and get an ambulance. Every second counts. We’ll head out while the ambulance comes this way—meet halfway. Move!”

Cao Yanhua answered and, after one glance at Mu Dai—crying, bloodied, barely human—didn’t dare look at Luo Ren. He staggered out, limped to the factory gate, and peered through the iron bars.

Ahead. Left. Right.

He froze.

Where was the car?

Where the hell was the car?!

After a long moment, he roared, “You bastard, Thirteen!”

Thirteen had been focused on waking Qingmu.

He knew his limits—different people mattered in different situations, and right now, Qingmu alone was worth several of him.

He tried everything: slapping, pinching his nose, even dumping bottled water over his head. Qingmu stayed dazed. The last time he opened his eyes, Thirteen leaned in happily—only to get slapped hard across the face.

Damn it, that little bastard was still this fierce!

Anger flared in Thirteen’s chest. Then he glanced at Cao Jiefang and suddenly had an idea.

He pointed at Qingmu’s philtrum and ordered Cao Jiefang, “Peck him!”

After several gestures, Cao Jiefang hesitated—then finally understood and pecked down hard.