Leitao suddenly felt a strange aura wash over him, setting off alarm bells in his mind. Just as he was about to shout out a reprimand, a faint yet sharp whistling sound cut through the air from the distance at extreme speed. Reacting almost instantly, his expression shifted drastically, and without a moment's hesitation, he shoved Yoshishima Yuko hard out of the way.
At the same time, bending his knees and putting strength into his waist, he vaulted backward into the air like a streak of black lightning, tracing a flawless arc and executing a graceful tactical backflip. Several lethal shuriken hissed through the cold air, flashing right past the exact spot where he had been standing. Had his reaction been even a fraction of a second slower, he would undoubtedly have been skewered.
With a flurry of crisp clangs, the shuriken buried themselves deep into the trunk of the large tree beside the factory behind Leitao. The blades sank right into the thick trunk, leaving only the gleaming tails of the darts trembling slightly and emitting a faint, humming vibration. Landing on one knee with both hands braced against the ground, Leitao quickly regulated his breathing, his gaze burning like a torch as he vigilantly scanned the direction from which the projectiles had come.
Chapter 310