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Recalling the cause of the incident, it was a gloomy afternoon with dark clouds obscuring the sun. Gao Kening, like a cunning venomous snake, quietly sneaked into Zhao Changfeng and Lin Wanting's residence.
He narrowed his cunning eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips, his words like meticulously crafted blades, piercing precisely into the hearts of the two men.
Gao Kening spoke eloquently, describing the generous rewards that would follow. Gold and silver treasures would flow in like a surging river, enough to ensure they would live a life of comfort and luxury for the rest of their days.
At the same time, he exaggerated the various "evil deeds" of his target, He Yuzhu, portraying him as a wicked and heinous demon, as if He Yuzhu's existence was the root of all suffering in the world.
Zhao Changfeng and Lin Wanting were inexperienced and lacked resolve. Under Gao Kening's persuasive words, they felt dizzy and as if controlled by an invisible force. They accepted the assassination mission with a slim chance of survival and impulsively embarked on this dangerous path full of perils and thorns.
At that time, Zhao Yunhai was busy handling many affairs within the group and was completely unaware of Zhao Changfeng and Lin Wanting's actions.
Without consulting Zhao Yunhai, the two men, driven solely by their passion, rashly infiltrated He Yuzhu's secret hideout in the dead of night.
They were confident in their courage and thought they could complete their mission smoothly under the cover of night, but little did they know that He Yuzhu had taken precautions and laid a trap.
As soon as they entered the stronghold's territory, their movements were keenly detected by the spies planted by He Yuzhu.
Immediately afterwards, He Yuzhu's men surged out from all directions, and the two sides instantly engaged in a fierce battle.
Although Zhao Changfeng and Lin Wanting fought back fiercely, they were outnumbered and outmatched. After a fierce battle, they gradually ran out of strength and were eventually captured alive.
After Zhao Changfeng and Lin Wanting were arrested, Gao Kening was instantly gripped by endless panic.
He paced back and forth in his office, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, his eyes filled with panic.
He knew that if this matter were to be completely exposed, he would be doomed and the severe punishment of the law would be beyond his ability to bear.
In extreme anxiety, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and it took him a great deal of effort to finally dial Zhao Yunhai's number.
The moment the call connected, Gao Kening suppressed her fear and, with a trembling voice, recounted the details of the incident to Zhao Yunhai.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yunhai's already fiery temper was instantly ignited, like an erupting volcano or a giant powder keg being lit.
His eyes widened in anger as he launched into a tirade against Gao Kening on the other end of the phone. His furious words poured out like raging waves in a storm, a rapid-fire barrage of words that were uttered without restraint.
The volume was so loud that it seemed to break through the telephone receiver and penetrate directly to Gao Kening's face.
On the other end of the phone, Gao Kening trembled uncontrollably. The angry roar coming from the phone was like a heavy hammer striking his fragile nerves.
After finishing his rant, Zhao Yunhai suppressed his anger, his chest heaving violently, and the fury on his face still lingering.
He knew that the most urgent task was to rescue his apprentice; the longer he delayed, the more dangerous it would be for his apprentice.
So he took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and immediately summoned his other two disciples, Liang Feixing and Wei Wujie.
His expression was anxious, his eyes filled with worry, and he said urgently, "You two go quickly and do everything you can, whether it's finding connections, using schemes, or spending money to bribe officials, to rescue Zhao Changfeng and Lin Wanting as soon as possible. Remember, you must not act rashly. We are outnumbered and the slightest mistake could lead to danger. Rescuing them safely is the top priority."
In his heart, the safety of his apprentice was hanging by a heavy weight, like Mount Tai pressing down on him.
He had no time to think about assassinating He Yuzhu again; in this master-disciple relationship where the master and disciple were like father and son, the disciple's life was of utmost importance.
Therefore, the claim of two assassination attempts is not very rigorous upon closer examination. The first assassination attempt was actually a private action by Zhao Changfeng and Lin Wanting. They were young and impetuous and acted rashly without consulting their sect, which was not the intention of the entire sect.
Upon hearing Lin Wanting's words, He Yuzhu's expression remained as calm as a bottomless pool, without a ripple.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a calm tone, "No need, I plan to talk to your master in person."
This seemingly simple and casual sentence exploded like a bombshell in Lin Wanting's heart.
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Her eyes widened instantly, like two round, flawless copper bells, filled with shock.
His mouth opened slightly without his noticing, naturally forming an "O" shape, and his face was filled with disbelief.
In her past understanding and imagination, He Yuzhu and her master Zhao Yunhai were both hot-tempered and easily angered, and both were highly skilled in martial arts and were well-known figures in the martial arts world.
Once the two of them meet, they'll be like two fierce tigers fighting for territory and dignity, and they'll definitely start fighting without saying a word.
In the past, when they sparred with others or faced enemies, their moves were deadly and merciless, each one carrying a fierce and deadly edge.
In Lin Wanting's view, if the two of them were to meet and things were to get out of control, one of them might end up in a tragic situation, either dead or seriously injured. How could she not be filled with worry and fear?
Lin Wanting grew increasingly frightened as she thought about it, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, each bead resembling a crystal-clear dewdrop in the early morning, clinging tightly to her smooth forehead.
Her hands trembled uncontrollably, like a lonely, shivering leaf in the autumn wind, unable to stop.
She prayed silently in her heart, her lips trembling slightly as she murmured to herself, hoping that things would not turn out the worst.
Her thoughts, like a wild horse, drifted involuntarily back to the past.
Time flies like an arrow. From the day I stepped into the sect with a heart full of hope, my master began a long journey of teaching me with great care.
Through the changing seasons and countless days and nights, my master always patiently and tirelessly explained the essentials of martial arts to me without complaint.
From the most basic horse stance, where both feet are firmly planted on the ground and the posture is as upright as a pine tree, to the profound internal energy cultivation methods, how the breath circulates within the body, every detail is explained in great detail, leaving no stone unturned.
At the same time, his master also imparted all his wisdom on how to conduct oneself in the world, teaching him how to gain a foothold in the treacherous world of martial arts and how to always uphold the justice in his heart.
The master would personally demonstrate each move and stance, displaying the demeanor of a grandmaster, and then patiently point out and correct any mistakes.
Every earnest word of advice was like the warm sunshine of spring, gently illuminating my path of growth.
After so many years of living and working together, she had unknowingly come to regard her master as her father.
My master is like a towering mountain, always steadfastly sheltering me from the wind and rain, providing me with solid protection and support, no matter how fierce the wind or how torrential the rain. He is also like a bright lighthouse hanging high in the night sky, radiating a gentle yet resolute light when I am lost in the darkness, guiding me and ensuring that I never lose my way in the complex and unpredictable world of martial arts.
Although He Yuzhu spent only two short days with her, those two days felt like an eternity, leaving an indelible mark on her heart.
During those two days, He Yuzhu displayed extraordinary composure and decisiveness in the face of unexpected situations, without any hesitation.
His subtle concern for her, which he showed her unintentionally, was like the warm sun in winter, seeping into her heart and stirring up a different kind of feeling within her.
He Yuzhu became the first man to enter her heart. That wonderful feeling was like a tender sprout that stubbornly broke through the soil in spring, quickly taking root and growing in her heart.
He was tall and upright, standing there like a majestic mountain peak, giving people a great sense of security. Every move he made exuded a unique and charming allure, attracting her attention.
When he spoke, his voice was deep and magnetic. Every word and every sentence seemed to carry a natural magic, making her feel at ease involuntarily, as if there were no problems in the world that could not be solved as long as he was there.
He Yuzhu's figure and his voice have long been deeply imprinted in her mind, and no matter how time flows, they cannot be erased.
He Yuzhu can be called a martial arts master of his generation, and has already stepped into the realm of transcendence.
In the vast universe of martial arts, the realm of perfection is like a dazzling star hanging high in the heavens, unattainable, attracting countless martial arts practitioners to spend their entire lives in pursuit of it.
Legend has it that once one reaches the Transcendent Realm, one can comprehend the profound principles of martial arts, and every gesture and move will contain boundless power, as if it can move the heavens and the earth.
He Yuzhu's martial arts skills were unfathomable and astonishing.
Whenever he makes a move, his body seems to be enveloped by the immense power of heaven and earth. That power is overwhelming and surging. Just his aura alone can make his opponents tremble with fear and shudder.
Moreover, He Yuzhu also had a master of internal energy, Du Guanghe, under his command.
Du Guanghe was no ordinary person; through his own hard work and talent, he honed his skills to an extraordinary level.
His fist techniques are fierce and domineering, each punch carrying the force to split mountains and shatter rocks; his leg techniques are even more swift and sharp, like lightning flashing across the night sky, making them impossible to defend against.
In the ever-changing world of martial arts, Du Guanghe was renowned and highly respected.
He Yuzhu and Du Guanghe stood side by side, like two peerless swords drawn from their sheaths, their cold light sharp and their sharpness fully revealed, exuding a chilling murderous aura that made others dare not easily provoke them or cause trouble.
Although He Yuzhu was a bit older than her, she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy when she first learned about the age difference.
But upon closer examination, they are only six or seven years older.
In the daily lives of ordinary people, such an age gap is nothing more than a small ripple in life, which can be smoothed out by the passage of time.
But in the martial arts world, a place that reveres youthful fame and fortune, the measure of age seems to be infinitely magnified. Every additional year seems to create an obstacle on the road to fame, and a difference of six or seven years can appear somewhat abrupt at first glance.
However, the power of love is always beyond imagination. When true feelings collide, in the face of surging emotions, the so-called age gap does not seem to be an insurmountable barrier.
After all, age has never been the sole measure of true love.
True, enduring love has nothing to do with the marks of time etched on one's face or the order of birth. It lies in whether two hearts can transcend worldly conventions, cling tightly to each other, find a perfect resonance in the depths of their souls, and compose a love symphony that belongs only to them.
Moreover, He Yuzhu possesses an outstanding advantage that is hard for others to match: his immense wealth.
In the ever-changing land of Haojiang, Fu Laorong, Gao Kening, Ye Han, He Hongshen and others are all legendary figures whose mere stomp of their feet could shake the earth.
With keen insight and exceptional perception, Fu Laorong has carved out a unique path in the complex landscape of casino operations. Through his distinctive business philosophy and management model, he has created a unique casino operation system, firmly securing an important position in the Macau casino industry.
Gao Kening is meticulous and shrewd. Every business negotiation is like a carefully planned battle. With her superb negotiation skills and accurate control of interests, she can always strategize at the negotiating table, gain the upper hand, and continuously expand her business empire.
Yip Hon was highly skilled in gambling and could be called a master of gambling. With his superb gambling skills, he made a great name for himself in the gambling world, and his every move was closely watched by people in the gambling industry.
He Hongshen is adept at social maneuvering, possessing a complex and extensive network of connections, ranging from high-ranking officials to local tyrants. Various factions treat him with deference and respect because of his connections.
However, even though these big shots have achieved extraordinary success in their respective fields, their assets are only a few million.
In order to compete for the crucial gambling license, they had to rack their brains and carefully squeeze out millions of dollars in liquid funds from their limited assets.
Raising every single penny was incredibly difficult, as if it were being painstakingly squeezed out from between one's teeth, demonstrating the intensity of the competition for the gambling license and the difficulty of raising funds.
He Yuzhu's style of doing things is completely different.
After making numerous private inquiries, it was discovered that he actually possessed tens of millions in assets, a staggering figure that seemed to stand like a gold mine containing endless wealth, an inexhaustible treasure in everyone's mind.
Looking back, Liu Chong Hing Bank was mired in a crisis, a situation that was unprecedentedly severe and brought it to the brink of collapse.
At that time, the bank was in a state of panic. Employees were worried about losing their jobs, and depositors were extremely anxious, rushing to withdraw their money.
A long line of people snaked out of the bank's doors, stretching along the street until it disappeared at the end of the street, creating a chaotic scene.
The entire Liu Chong Hing Bank is like a dilapidated little boat being violently rocked in a raging storm on a turbulent sea. The planks of the boat creak and groan, and it may fall apart and sink to the bottomless sea at any moment.
In this desperate situation, He Yuzhu resolutely stepped forward.