<h4>Chapter 169: Chapter 0169: One Man Breaks Through Alone</h4><h4></h4>


    "Seems pretty noisy over there, doesn’t it?" In the office, Mu Bingtong fixed her gaze on the sunset that was about to fall outside the window, knitting her brows slightly.


    "It’s nothing, it will be quiet soon. I’m hanging up, I’m busy!"


    A ck-d big man had already charged forward, with the Mountain Opening Saber half an arm’s length long raised high, bringing a tearing whoosh as he swung it down towards Chu Ge’s head.


    Yet, Chu Ge was neither hurried nor flustered as he folded up the phone. At the same time, the Tang de in his right hand was drawn from its sheath, the handle striking squarely against the wrist of the big man’s knife-holding hand.


    "Crack—"


    A muffled sound followed by a pained grunt from the big man, whose grip loosened, and the saber fell. Chu Ge deftly sidestepped the descending de, and simultaneously swept his Tang de across the man’s neck.


    ...


    Thepany building had a total of thirteen floors, and the control room was set up on the twelfth. At this moment, a middle-aged man in the control room, hands folded behind his back, was frowning deeply as he looked at the security screens, now filled with static.


    He was Old Wolf, Poison Snake’s most capable underling and themander of this defense and assassination operation.


    "Brother Wolf!" The person operating the screens turned his head and cautiously said to the middle-aged man, "The surveince on the first floor has been physically destroyed by the opponent and it’s impossible to restore!"


    Old Wolf frowned, "Call the person in charge on the first floor for me!"


    "Yes!" The subordinate didn’t dare to dy and hurriedly began contacting the person responsible for the first floor. As soon as he dialed, before the other party could answer, Old Wolf grabbed the phone.


    "Beep—beep—beep—"


    With each ring, Old Wolf’s heart felt heavier, but just as he was about to hang up, the call was suddenly answered.


    "Hey, report the situation on the first floor, how is it going?" Old Wolf quickly barked into the phone, his eyes glued to the snowy first-floor surveince monitors.


    However, there was no reply for a long time, Old Wolf instinctively felt something was amiss.


    "Rest assured, I will soon send you to join them." An icy voice suddenly came through the phone, taking Old Wolf by surprise before the line went dead.


    "Brother Wolf..."


    "The first floor has fallen, notify the person in charge on the second floor; guard the elevator and stairs. The moment he dares toe up, shoot him full of holes!" Old Wolf managed to stayposed.


    To be truthful, the fall of the first floor was already within his expectations. He had heard that the opponent was a Postnatal expert, capable of taking on dozens alone without an issue. He just didn’t expect to be cleaned out so quickly.


    But what does it matter? On the second floor, he had ced over twenty crossbowmen; if the opponent dared toe up, Postnatal or not, they would shoot to kill!


    ...


    In the first-floor lobby, Chu Ge hung up the phone and turned to look at the dozen or so people curled up in the corner.


    He was not a man who delighted in ughter. Those who had taken the initiative to attack him were all dead, and for those that had not made their move, Chu Ge severed their tendons and threw them all into the corner.


    ...


    Top floor, the thirteenth floor of the building, consisted of just one office.


    Inside the office, Poison Snake was cleaning his handgun and had turned on speakerphone to listen to Old Wolf’s report.


    "From the first to the fifth floor, all have fallen! Casualty details unknown; no one from the lost floors is answering the phone!"


    Old Wolf’s voice was tinged with a hint of panic, since from the time Chu Ge entered thepany to now, it had barely been ten minutes!


    "What’s there to panic about!" Poison Snake snorted coldly, "We are only at the fifth floor. Our real strength and manpower are all on the eleventh and twelfth floors. Just wait; I don’t believe he’s some kind of immortal who can storm the thirteenth floor all by himself!"


    "Yes!"


    Reassured by Poison Snake’s words, Old Wolf dared not say more. He simply nodded, his focus returning to the security screens. But during that brief phone call, yet another screen filled with static snow.


    "Brother Wolf! The brothers on the sixth floor are gone too!"


    Old Wolf’s expression changed. At this pace, even if Chu Ge made it to the twelfth floor where he was, it probably wouldn’t take more than half an hour!


    "Pull all the manpower from the eleventh floor over here!"


    After a moment of silence, Old Wolf finally gritted his teeth and gave the order.


    "Pull everyone over?" The little thug delivering the message was startled, uncertainly saying, "Then... Wouldn’t that leave the eleventh floor undefended?"


    "Undefended?" Old Wolf sneered coldly, looking at the half-static-filled security monitors and said, "In the current situation, does it make any difference whether we defend the eleventh floor or not?"


    "Yes!" The thug didn’t dare object and quickly lowered his head to make the call.


    Meanwhile, Old Wolf walked directly to the monitors, sneering as he looked at the static-filled screens, "With over a hundred Crossbow Arrows, I refuse to believe you can survive, kid. You’re no immortal!"


    ...


    At the tenth-floor staircase.


    Although they were unaware of the specifics, the screamsing from below had clearly reached everyone’s ears – and since the screams had rung out from below, it meant that the first to the eighth floors had been breached single-handedly by him!


    Simrly, on the twelfth floor, Old Wolf’s ears perked up, his face drastically changing.


    "He’s here already, this fast?"


    The two thugs behind him did not understand but did not dare to ask either.


    But after a moment of silence, Old Wolf suddenly said, "Call everyone to wait in the hallway, weapons ready!"


    Saying so, he was already leading the charge out the door. A few men were still sitting in front of the screens. Old Wolf looked back and said, "Everyone might as welle along. Watching the monitors now is pointless."


    Contrary to the well-prepared atmosphere on the twelfth floor, the ambiance on the tenth floor was much moreplex.


    The Tang de was very long, over two meters, and Chu Ge held it nted with the de dragging on the ground, creating a hiss of metal friction and leaving behind a thin line of blood.


    One man, one de.


    Yet the more than fifty strong men opposite him collectively took a step back.


    "I don’t want to kill excessively. You have two choices: either meet death or squat honestly with your hands on your head in the corner!"