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Only the sound of the wind, like a mournful melody, occasionally brushed against the car body, making a soft rustling sound.
Time seemed to stand still, and the passing of each second was like sandpaper grinding down everyone's patience.
Wei Wuji was naturally impatient. Sitting in the driver's seat, his hands seemed to be crushing the steering wheel. His knuckles turned slightly white from the force. His eyes were fixed on the villa gate. It felt like a million ants were crawling in his mind. The thought of rescue was like a surging tide, crashing against the banks of reason one wave after another.
Finally, he could no longer contain himself; a voice within him boomed like a bell, urging him to act immediately.
In an instant, Wei Wuji's figure blurred, moving with lightning speed, and he shot out like an arrow released from a bow.
He moved with agility, arriving at the villa's courtyard wall in the blink of an eye.
Slightly bend forward, plant your feet firmly on the ground like a pine tree taking root, then bend your knees and squat down, tensing all your muscles, ready to pounce.
Then, he exerted his strength and leaped upwards like a cannonball. He gently tapped the wall with his right hand, and with the help of the perfectly timed rebound, he floated lightly over the wall like a feather blown by the wind, drawing a beautiful and silent arc in the air before landing silently in the villa's courtyard.
Liang Feixing followed closely behind, his eyes fixed on Wei Wuji's figure. The moment Wei Wuji landed, Liang Feixing also slipped into the courtyard like a ghost in the blink of an eye. The two cooperated perfectly and their actions were completed in one go.
In the attic room, darkness spread like a tidal wave, so thick that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. The air was filled with a suffocating, oppressive atmosphere, as if every inch of air was filled with fear.
However, within this thick darkness, three figures, like lurking beasts, were hidden beneath different windows.
They held their breath, like the most hidden ghosts in the night, their ears catching every subtle movement around them, their eyes not missing a single corner.
Suddenly, two dark figures seemed to emerge from the depths of the night. Dressed in tight-fitting clothes, they moved as lightly as swallows. Under the cover of darkness, they lightly touched the ground with their toes and leaped into the villa's courtyard.
This subtle movement, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattered the surrounding tranquility.
The three infiltrators were well-trained and had eyes as sharp as hawks. They noticed the anomaly almost at the same moment the shadow appeared.
Their eyes instantly sharpened like knives, flashing with a hint of wariness. Their bodies instinctively tensed slightly, their muscles taut like bowstrings, ready to meet any impending change, like unsheathed blades waiting for the right moment to strike without hesitation.
Surprisingly, these monitors, like well-trained phantoms of the night, showed no sign of panic in the face of the sudden situation, not even uttering a soft cry of alarm.
They had a perfect understanding; they could convey information simply by exchanging glances.
One of them quickly bent down, lowered his voice, and said cautiously to the other two, as if his voice was being squeezed out from between his teeth, "Watch out, something's up! Two big fish have come in."
His voice was deep and steady, conveying a dangerous signal in the stillness, like the hooting of an owl, exceptionally clear in this deathly silence.
As soon as he finished speaking, the other person immediately understood and replied without hesitation, "Okay, you two continue to guard this place, and don't alert them. I'll go and inform Mr. Huo right away."
After saying that, he turned around and moved as nimbly as a raccoon darting through the darkness. His toes lightly touched the ground, each step extremely light and almost silent, as he stealthily made his way towards the stairs.
His figure appeared and disappeared in the dim light, but soon blended into the darkness.
The remaining two remained steadfast in their positions, like statues, their eyes fixed intently on the movements in the courtyard, their gazes sharp as eagles, not missing a single rustling sound.
Even a falling leaf or a gentle breeze cannot escape their vigilant eyes.
These three men were all trusted subordinates of the renowned Mr. Fok Ying-tung, serving him for a long time, weathering countless storms, and were well-trained and cautious in their actions.
They followed Fok Ying-tung in his campaigns across the country, remaining loyal to him, and their professional competence was fully tested in numerous crises.
The person who went to deliver the message descended the stairs slowly, taking each step with extreme care, as if his feet were on cotton, afraid of making the slightest sound.
He leaned slightly forward, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, ready to respond to any unexpected situation.
His eyes were constantly scanning his surroundings, not missing any corner that might pose a danger.
Finally, he arrived at Huo Yingdong's door, reached out and gently knocked. The knocking was soft and rhythmic, like notes in a nocturne.
Inside the house, Huo Yingdong, who was fast asleep, was struck by the knocking and immediately opened his eyes, revealing a shrewdness and vigilance that came from years of experience.
Years of wandering the martial world had honed his extremely keen senses; even the slightest disturbance could instantly wake him from his sleep.
He quickly got up, his movements swift and decisive, opened the door, and asked in a low voice, "What happened?"
His voice was deep and powerful, carrying the unique authority of a superior, as if it could penetrate the darkness and reach the hearts of people.
The man quickly reported what he had just witnessed to Huo Yingdong in detail, his words concise and clear, yet conveying the key information completely.
After listening to the report, Huo Yingdong frowned slightly, a thoughtful glint flashing in his eyes beneath his thick brows.
He was well aware of the seriousness of the matter. After a moment's thought, he turned around and gently knocked on the door next door.
He Yuzhu and Lin Wanting lived in the next room.
He Yuzhu was fast asleep, snoring loudly. However, when he heard the slight knocking, he jolted awake as if by reflex, instantly sitting up. The drowsy look in his eyes vanished, replaced by utter alertness.
Having spent a long time navigating the treacherous world of martial arts, he possesses an extraordinary intuition for danger.
This intuition is like an innate instinct, which allows him to always stay alert at crucial moments.
Lin Wanting, who was sleeping in his arms, was equally alert. She opened her eyes almost at the same time that He Yuzhu sat up. Her eyes were filled with confusion, but more so with concern. She asked anxiously, "What happened?"
His voice carried a hint of anxiety and unease, like the tense atmosphere before an impending storm.
While comforting her, He Yuzhu replied, "Don't worry about it, this is none of your business. Just lie there quietly."
His tone was firm and unyielding, like a solid city wall, keeping Lin Wanting out of danger.
However, Lin Wanting was not the kind of woman who would easily obey; she was stubborn and had her own opinions.
Hearing He Yuzhu's words, she pouted unhappily, muttering to herself: Humph, there must be something important he's hiding from me.
Filled with doubt, Lin Wanting turned to look out the window.
Although it was still pitch black outside, the night was as dark as ink, and you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, she quickly guessed what had probably happened, thanks to her woman's unique intuition.
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A sense of anticipation welled up within her, and she said with a touch of joy, "Could it really be that someone has come to rescue me?"
His voice trembled slightly, a longing for freedom and escape from his predicament, like seeing a glimmer of light in the darkness.
He Yuzhu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a playful smile, and he asked softly, "I've already slept with you twice, do you really think you can go back to where you were before?"
His words were laced with mockery and sarcasm, as if rubbing salt into Lin Wanting's wounds.
Upon hearing this, Lin Wanting trembled with anger, her delicate body fluttering like a leaf in the wind.
She thought about how, in just two short days, she had been so ravaged by this despicable man, turning from a virgin into a married woman.
In an instant, her once beautiful face turned gloomy, filled with displeasure.
Indeed, even if her senior brother or master were to successfully rescue her at this moment, her once pure and innocent body would no longer exist.
Although the concept of female chastity is not as valued in Southeast Asia as it is in the Central Plains, as an assassin, being defiled by the target of his assassination would be a lifelong stain of shame.
At this moment, Lin Wanting's eyes were wide open in anger as she stared intently at He Yuzhu, her eyes seemingly spitting fire. She thought bitterly to herself: How could there be such an evil and despicable person in the world!
No matter who comes in later, as long as they are related to you, they are your family.
Just as Lin Wanting was about to shout, she suddenly saw He Yuzhu stretch out a hand and attack her with lightning speed.
With this joking gesture so close, He Yuzhu naturally wouldn't give Lin Wanting any chance to warn the person outside the door.
His movements were as swift as lightning, so fast that it was almost impossible to see his trajectory. In an instant, he struck Lin Wanting's pressure points, causing her entire body to stiffen and rendering her unable to move an inch.
His technique was skillful, clearly demonstrating his thorough knowledge of acupoints, as if he could accurately locate every key acupoint even in the dark.
Immediately afterwards, He Yuzhu slowly pulled over a blanket from the side, his movements gentle yet somewhat domineering, and gently covered Lin Wanting's smooth and delicate body.
He Yuzhu looked at Lin Wanting, who was puffing up in anger and whose cheeks were as red as the sunset, with a playful expression. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a wicked smile.
He reached out his strong, thick hand and gently pinched Lin Wanting's rosy cheek, twisting it slightly with a bit of force, and teased, "Look at this little temper of yours. It seems I'll have to teach you a lesson! From now on, you'll be my personal little maid, remember?"
His words were full of cynicism, as if everything in the world was under his control.
Lin Wanting was so angry that her delicate body trembled uncontrollably, but she could only stare helplessly because she couldn't move.
She glared at He Yuzhu with wide, beautiful eyes, her gaze seeming to want to tear him to pieces.
Just as she was about to open her cherry-like mouth and rebuke him, He Yuzhu reacted quickly.
Instantly, an indescribable feeling of nausea surged into her heart. Lin Wanting felt her stomach churning and cursed He Yuzhu inwardly as utterly wicked.
However, He Yuzhu had no time to care about Lin Wanting's feelings at this moment. He quickly and skillfully put on his clothes.
He tidied his slightly messy hair, reached out to open the door, and stepped out.
Standing outside the door was Huo Yingdong, who looked anxious. His forehead was slightly damp with sweat, and his eyes were full of worry.
Upon seeing He Yuzhu come out, they hurriedly went up to him and whispered, "Something bad has happened, Brother Zhu! A fight has broken out downstairs!"
His voice trembled slightly, clearly indicating his deep concern for the situation downstairs, as if the sounds of fighting below had put immense pressure on him.
Upon hearing this, He Yuzhu frowned slightly, his eyes instantly becoming sharp as an eagle's. He listened intently and, sure enough, heard bursts of fierce fighting and shouts coming from downstairs.
The sounds of fighting were mixed with the muffled thuds of fists and feet colliding and the roars of people, as if a fierce storm was raging downstairs.
The sound seemed to break through the floorboards, engulfing the entire room in chaos.
He didn't have time to ask any more questions. He exchanged a few words with Huo Yingdong and then rushed towards the stairwell.
His steps were quick and forceful, each step heavy as if he wanted to break through the stairs, eager to get downstairs and find out what had happened.
When they arrived on the first floor, the scene before them surprised them both.
In the large living room, Du Guanghe was fighting alone with a burly man.
Although Du Guanghe is old, he is a veteran master who has reached the pinnacle of skill for many years, and time has not diminished his fighting spirit and strength.
He remained agile and nimble, his movements as swift as a swallow, and he was able to handle the fierce and aggressive attacks of his opponents with ease and confidence.
Every movement he makes is full of power and skill; seemingly casual moves contain profound martial arts expertise.