Chapter 2228

The three black-clad figures also heard the commotion outside and were visibly flustered.

They exchanged glances, quickening their movements.

The short black-clad figure released Baili Xia and swiftly rushed into the room where Xiaoxiao was.

Time was not on their side, they had to deal with Xiaoxiao quickly.

Ye Hua watched the black-clad figure charging in, his eyes slightly narrowed, glowing red.

No matter what, even if it meant sacrificing his life, he had to stop him.

As the figure approached, Ye Hua lifted a steel pipe, braced his left hand against the door, and hurled himself toward the black-clad figure.

He was already too exhausted for a prolonged fight; this was his last chance.

If he couldn’t take out the figure, he wouldn’t be able to protect Xiaoxiao.

The short black-clad figure was clearly intimidated by his reckless fighting style, retreating sharply.

But there was no way Baili Xia would let him escape; she dodged a strike from the black-clad woman.

Seizing the opportunity, she thrust the scalpel towards the short black-clad figure’s waist.

The figure could no longer evade and felt a sharp stab of pain in his side.

He seemed to suddenly lose all strength, crashing heavily to the ground.

Yet Baili Xia’s string of actions left her back completely exposed.

The black-clad woman swung her telescopic baton toward Baili Xia’s waist.

The strike seemed to carry all her force, whistling through the air.

If Baili Xia got hit, the consequences would be dire.

“Watch out.”

Nangong Xu shouted hastily, wanting to help but was entangled with the tall black-clad figure, unable to intervene.

Baili Xia inexplicably felt a chill on her back, and sensed the looming danger.

But having pushed herself to the limit to assist Ye Hua, she had no room left to dodge.

She tensed her body, bracing for the impending pain.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from behind.

A shadowy figure sprinted in from outside the medical room, moving faster than one could imagine, arriving behind Baili Xia in the blink of an eye.

The black-clad woman was startled by the sudden appearance of the figure, her baton forcibly grabbed by him.

Standing at six-foot-three, he was like a towering wall before her, exerting immense pressure.

That chiseled face was cold as ice, deterring anyone from admiring his enviable features.

Mu Xiaojiu, at that moment, his deep eyes were filled with murderous intent, coldness emanating from his body unchecked.

“Uncle!”

Baili Xia turned around, gazing at Mu Xiaojiu’s back.

Today, Uncle wore the black suit she had bought for him.

Though the suit was inexplicably wrinkled, standing behind this tall silhouette, she suddenly felt secure.

At this moment, her heart finally relaxed.

Uncle was back; he was unharmed.

She had absolute confidence in Uncle’s capability; his return meant Xiaoxiao could be saved.

The black-clad woman was clearly scared, her hand releasing the telescopic baton, retreating backward.

But before Mu Xiaojiu, she stood no chance.

Not even managing to retreat far, a lightning-fast kick flew over, hitting her square in the chest.

The woman’s body flew back instantly, crashing to the wall seven or eight meters away before falling to the ground.

Upon landing, she propped herself up, trying to rise.

Suddenly, she spat blood with a loud wail.

Her chest burned with pain, uncertain of how many ribs were broken from the kick.

The tall black-clad figure, engaged in combat with Nangong Xu, was suddenly alarmed.

With all his might, he punched Nangong Xu, forcing him back a few steps, then quickly retreated aside.