“Looks like I wasn’t late...” By the unconscious blonde girl’s side, blue fire bloomed like the brightest star breaking a winter sky.

“Bloo, get to Xiao Qianxue, now! She’s about to fold!” Hoshina’s voice cut through the air like a bell in fog, and the man leaning on the car became a blue comet and vanished with a whoosh.

“Xiaoxue’s badly hurt. Bring medical supplies.” Her reminder fell like a pebble into still water, ripples chasing him.

“Got it. I’ll bring her back safe.” His reply was a steady torch in the wind.

“Meeting again, are we?” The blue‑haired youth flexed his knuckles like cracking ice, bent low, and drove a vial into the blonde’s arm before wrapping her wounds like snow binding a branch.

“You—it’s you! How are you here?” The black‑robed man’s voice went from sure as stone to shattered glass, a shadow quivering under lightning.

Silence held him for two, three heartbeats. “No... or rather, only you could be here.” He steadied himself like a reed in rain. “Third on the esper rankings—Bloo. The Ouyang Clan’s greatest traitor.”

“Ridiculous.” Bloo lifted his head like a tide lifting the moon. Under blue bangs and behind shades, ocean eyes met the robed man’s shadowed gaze like steel meeting dusk. “I don’t chat with small fry. If you hadn’t built your base kissing ours, you might’ve breathed a few more sunsets.”

“So the comms and systems dying—was that the AI’s handiwork?” His tone was a blade wrapped in cotton, doubt already ash.

“If you need to pop pills, be my guest.” Bloo walked toward him like a storm rolling over open plains. “You might entertain me for a minute.”

“Running into you—just my rotten luck.” The man pulled back his hood, a middle‑aged face lit like a cliff before stormbreak. A black vial bloomed in his palm like night ink; he bit the seal and slammed it into his veins like a spike of frost.

“You’re strong, sure. But I won’t be fruit on your platter.” Reason blew out like a candle, and rage forged his body like a smith at a midnight anvil. Unlike the previous guards, his brew was cleaner, a lake without silt.

Muscle didn’t bulge wild like rocks under roots. It refined the frame like sculpted granite. Black bristles rose on his skin like a tight armor of thorns, and claws and fangs slid out like knives catching moonlight.

“An ant’s struggle.” Bloo watched the werewolf’s change like a man watching distant thunder.

“Awoooo!” In a blink, the transformed wolf was in his face, claws cleaving down like twin scythes to cut him in half.

“Boring.” Bloo caught the blow like catching falling leaves, then drove a fist into the wolf’s face. Blue fire burst like a geyser under starlight.

“Awooo!” Feeling his foe’s weight like a mountain, the wolf sprang back smoking, seeking an opening like a hunter circling the reeds.

Bloo wasn’t feeling generous. He slid in like a blade of wind and arrived at the wolf’s ribs. His fist pressed the gut where even armor‑piercing rounds would cry, and power lifted the beast like a hooked marlin. “Azure Rising Dragon!” Blue flame spiraled up like a dragon of dawn as both bodies shot skyward, the wolf only as cargo.

A kick lit by blue ignition slammed in like a meteor. The wolf fell like a bullet, and the alloy floor caved two to three meters like earth under a hammer.

“That all?” Bloo looked at the smoking crater like a calm sea, then turned for Xiao Qianxue. He bent to lift the blonde when the wolf erupted from the pit like a volcano, claws lunging again.

Now the black pelt glowed faint red, his leap trailing a line like a comet’s burn.

“Interesting.” The Bloo that should’ve been hit scattered like a mirage at noon.

“Where you looking?” A blue fireball staggered the wolf like a drumbeat, and Bloo’s voice cracked like lightning. “Chain Drive!” His blue silhouette bloomed in front of the two‑and‑a‑half‑meter brute, fists and feet like a hailstorm of phantoms. The werewolf reeled and howled, unable to guard, like a ship in a gale.

“Overchain!” The phantom flurry doubled like a storm finding its second wind. The wolf’s body came apart under the barrage like canvas in a squall. “Thermo Converge! Disappear!” Bloo vanished like a wick snuffed. Then a blue blaze ripped the sky like a falling star. Boom.

Dust rolled like a sandstorm. Everything else was ash.

“Weaklings...” The word fell like frost.

That single strike wrecked near the entire base like a wave flattening a sandcastle. The blue‑haired youth lifted the unconscious blonde like carrying a moonlit bundle and slipped out of the ruins like a shadow.

The fight made the evolved werewolf look brittle as dried bark, but he had faced the third of the organization. Against most, his body and claws would be a thunderhead.

“Welcome back, my Bloo!” Hoshina’s projection waited at the door like moonlight on glass.

“Take Xiaoxue for treatment.” Bloo set the blonde on a side bed, and it rose gently like a leaf on water, gliding toward the medical room.

“Didn’t think you’d give her that gun.” Bloo sank into the sofa like a rock into moss, set the silver‑white case on the table like a frost box, and reached for his tea like warming hands at a brazier.

“Mm, for safety. But things didn’t go as smooth as silk.” Hoshina waved a bot to stash the case like a ferryman and drifted to his side like a wisp, even curling into his arms like a cat into sun.

“She can’t draw out the gun’s full bite yet. Otherwise that poor bastard before would have lost half his life to a single shot.” Bloo sipped his tea like rain on ember. “Today’s fight stretched my limbs, but it didn’t sate the fire.”

“Only that one could satisfy you.” Hoshina agreed, her hand flicking for snacks like petals tossed into a stream.

“Yeah. We’ll meet again, and soon.” His voice was a horizon before dawn.

“You, though—you’ve changed a lot, compared to someone’s old winter‑cold self.” Hoshina laughed like wind chimes and glanced toward the room where the blonde lay like a sleeping lily.

“Mmm...” The blonde blinked awake like a deer lifting from snow. “We made it back? Thank goodness!” Relief washed her like warm rain. She forced her head up—and realized she was lying naked on the treatment bed like a peeled lychee.

“Hoshina!! You shameless perv!!”