Chapter 165

Deep in the night, the Eastern Woods were shrouded in darkness, where a fierce pursuit between Leitao and the Japanese Army was unfolding. Familiar with the terrain, Leitao moved swiftly through the trees, his steps light and silent. He crouched behind a large tree to observe the Japanese soldiers, then retrieved his semi-automatic drum repeating crossbow from the Bagua Spinning Top Space. Half-squatting, he braced the front of the crossbow with his left hand and hooked his finger around the trigger with his right, firing bolts at the enemy. As soon as he discharged the bolts, he ducked low and darted behind another tree. Startled by the sudden attack, the Japanese soldiers panicked, skidding to a halt and peering around frantically. Seizing the moment, Leitao shifted behind a thicket of thorns. Keeping his body low and using the brush for cover, he squeezed the trigger again, sending a hail of bolts toward the troops. Several soldiers took hits to their chests or shoulders; they stiffened momentarily before the nerve toxin took hold, sending them crashing to the ground, dead.