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Chapter 2545 Lay down your weapons! FBI!

"hateful……"

Ireland, who had intended to reach for his pistol, was greatly shocked when he saw Gao Yuan's sword actually flying towards him.

After all, that thing was originally flying around and harassing him, but now that it has somehow turned into a sharpened sword and is flying towards him like this, its destructive power is completely different.

Ireland's actions were forcibly interrupted once again, forcing him to retreat again and again. However, Gao Yuan seized the opportunity to catch up, following behind the flying "drone sword" and closing the distance with Ireland.

Ireland's retreating pace, advancing while simultaneously retreating, couldn't match Gao Yuan's rapid strides. By the time Ireland had to swing his stick to block the incoming "flying sword," Gao Yuan was already close enough to grasp the hilt. With a twist, as if turning a switch, the originally soft iron blade suddenly coiled up, extending from the hilt to the tip, the entire long strip transforming into a cone.

Thus, the blade, which was originally just a piece of soft iron, was twisted into a sharp cone shape after being rolled up, and the blade was no longer soft.

Although the two ends of the blade were rolled up, at this moment, as Gao Yuan gripped the handle and thrust it forward, the killing power of the tip alone was enough.

This sudden change caught Ireland completely off guard, and they had no choice but to respond to this offensive.

After all, if this stab were to hit him, its destructive power would be even stronger than the soft iron plate that had just been sharpened. Therefore, Ireland could only hold the baton in one hand and try to forcefully block the attack, while also leaning back to avoid the sharp edge of the move.

However, in the rush, this attack couldn't be completely avoided. Despite the force of Gao Yuan's thrust, and although his own blocking and dodging caused some damage to miss, Ireland definitely felt something cold brush against his face—

On his face, which was still wearing the "Matsumoto Kiyonaga" mask, the cold reality brushed against his cheek, immediately making Ireland realize something.

Clearly, Gao Yuan's attack had pierced the opponent's mask. Although Gao Yuan sensed that the attack hadn't inflicted any truly lethal damage, it had at least—

As the strike pierced through Ireland's cheek, it tore through and ripped open the mask on his face. Following the momentum of the sword, a gash was cut into the mask, which was originally intact and then shrank from the tear to both sides due to the material it was made of.

Then, a very strange scene occurred: the face that was originally "Matsumoto Kiyonaga" split open, revealing another half of the face behind it.

This scene was something Gao Yuan had already anticipated, but he feigned surprise and let out a sound of astonishment:

"Oh? Is it a mask like the one worn by Phantom Thief Kid? Is that how he disguised himself as an administrator?"

Upon hearing this, Gao Yuan seemed to be indicating that he was completely unaware of the more detailed situation.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Ran, who was leaning against the wall, trying to gather her strength for another attack, heard Gao Yuan's words and turned to look at the other side of the battle. She noticed the strange face of "Matsumoto Kiyonaga" and was startled for a moment. But then, realizing that Gao Yuan meant "like Kaito Kid," Ran accepted the situation. Seeing that Gao Yuan was still fighting with his opponent, Ran tried her best to get up and help.

Meanwhile, not far from Ran, Shinichi Kudo, who was more seriously injured, was also gradually regaining his strength and beginning to recover.

At this moment, Xiaolan gritted her teeth and, supporting herself on her arms, stood up from the wall.

The excruciating pain in my back had not completely subsided. Moreover, with every breath and every joint, I continued to feel pain with every movement.

But right now, Xiaolan can't worry about any of that—

The man impersonating Matsumoto was still locked in combat with Takato, and although Takato had the advantage in weaponry, he was clearly unable to subdue his opponent in a short time.

"Shinichi, how are you?"

At that moment, Ran glanced at Shinichi Kudo not far from her side. Seeing his pale face and still unrecovered appearance, Ran asked him with concern.

"Leave me alone." Shinichi Kudo managed a slightly hoarse but firm voice in response:

"Go help Mr. Mingzhi."

Upon hearing this, Xiaolan nodded and didn't say anything more.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her physical discomfort, and rushed towards the center of the battle.

By this time, Ireland had become ruthless. During the fight, he ripped off the restrictive suit jacket and tossed it aside. He also completely tore off the tattered mask, revealing a face with strong features, sharp angles, and a scar—

Those were the marks left by Gao Yuan's attack. A small amount of blood seeped from the wound and slid down his cheek, looking particularly gruesome in the moonlight.

Without pretense or restraint, Ireland's actions became even more swift and decisive.

He swung the baton in his hand with extreme ferocity, each strike accompanied by a whistling sound. Although it was not a traditional swordsmanship style, it had a kind of extremely simple and efficient combat approach.

Although Gao Yuan's cone-shaped weapon was sharp, it was no match for the material of a baton in terms of sheer hardness. He could only rely on dodging, occasionally launching a thrust, which Ireland skillfully evaded.

Although Gao Yuan considered reverting to his soft sword stance to fight, judging from Ireland's current performance, the opponent probably wouldn't even flinch at the limited lethality of the soft sword. It would be better to rely on the power of his thrusts to make the opponent wary.

Thus, at this moment when the two sides were evenly matched, Xiao Lan suddenly cut in from the side and delivered a side kick straight for Ireland's waist and ribs.

Hearing the commotion, Ireland glanced at the newcomer out of the corner of his eye, immediately shifted his body slightly, and swung his baton down, forcefully blocking Xiaolan's kick.

The metal struck the calf with a dull thud. Xiaolan winced in pain but did not retreat. Instead, she used the momentum to spin her body. As the foot that had been struck landed, she raised her other leg high and swept it towards Ireland's head.

"Humph."

Ireland snorted and raised his arm, taking the high kick head-on with his forearm. The force of the impact made his body sway, but his feet didn't budge. Instead, he swung his baton at Xiaolan's supporting leg.

At this moment, Xiaolan's supporting leg, having just taken a hard hit from the baton, was now struggling to regain its footing when a sharp pain shot through the area where it had been struck. Her movements slowed, and before she could change her stance, she was about to be hit—

"Ding!"

Gao Yuan thrust out his cone-shaped weapon, precisely striking the shaft of the baton, deflecting the attack slightly. The baton grazed Xiao Lan's leg, causing no real harm.

But as Xiaolan stepped back and tried to advance again, the pain in her leg intensified, making her limp. Xiaolan frowned, but she had no time to worry and could only grit her teeth and push forward.

At this moment, Gao Yuan had already taken the opportunity to circle around to Ireland's back with his sword, while Xiao Lan faced him head-on...

But at this very moment—

"Put down your weapons! FBI!" (End of Chapter)