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Seeing Wen Yun silent, Tian Feng was momentarily at a loss for how to break the tension. The search outside was still ongoing, and he thought they could rest for another minute before continuing to flee with Wen Yun.
Wen Yun was a taciturn girl; perhaps her silence allowed her to perceive the sounds of the world more vividly. However, at this moment, she had some questions. After a brief pause, she turned to Tian Feng and asked, "Is Cao Shuang dead?"
Tian Feng was taken aback by her question, surprised that Wen Yun would still care about the fate of that lecherous fat man at such a time.
Without overthinking it, he realized that whether Cao Shuang was dead or alive was a certainty that couldn't be changed. Regardless of how it might affect Wen Yun's attitude towards him, he could only tell the truth.
"Yes, there can be no miracle."
To his surprise, after hearing Tian Feng's definitive answer and a moment of silence, Wen Yun suddenly coldly replied with a single word: "Good!"
It was brief yet powerful, conveying a wealth of emotion.
Tian Feng was speechless; he wanted to laugh but dared not. He opened his mouth but fell back into silence.
After a while, Wen Yun's mood seemed to improve slightly. She then said, "It's not because of what he did to me; it's because he ruined many innocent girls. My 'good' is for those poor victims."
Tian Feng nodded. He believed Wen Yun's words. Such an ethereal being could not be selfish and narrow-minded if she were to earn the favor of the masses.
"And," Wen Yun lifted her gaze to meet Tian Feng's eyes and continued, "I also need to thank you for them and for myself."
From the initial slight disdain she had felt upon meeting him, Wen Yun's attitude toward Tian Feng underwent a subtle change. From his apologetic gaze, she realized that his earlier scrutiny had not been intentional and contained no lewdness, making her gratitude feel entirely natural.
Tian Feng was astonished; he hadn't expected the goddess who had initially been annoyed with him to express thanks. He quickly replied, "You're welcome. I was entrusted by Brother Jufeng; it's only right."
Upon hearing Tian Feng's response, Wen Yun suddenly came to her senses. Why had she felt the need to explain herself to a stranger? That didn't align with her character. Was it because she had been startled in such an urgent situation?
Thinking of this, the conversation came to a halt as footsteps approached from not far away. Wen Yun looked at Tian Feng, who once again lifted her onto his back, eagerly navigating between the grass and the towering walls.
The reason for carrying her was naturally due to the need for speed, and also because Wen Yun was not wearing shoes at that moment; she had been in a precarious situation earlier and had no time to put them on.
As they ran again, the number of people searching in the darkness grew increasingly numerous. Tian Feng, unbeknownst to when, had produced a finely crafted handgun in his hand. With no way to avoid confrontation, he had no choice but to fire at the attackers.
Wen Yun was a refined young lady who usually wouldn’t even watch violent movies, let alone face real guns. However, she was not overly dramatic; her adaptability was strong, and her character was resolute. So she simply shut her eyes tightly, without a hint of screaming or struggling.
With Wen Yun's cooperation, Tian Feng moved more freely in his combat. His gun hand would occasionally rise, and with every shot fired, someone would surely fall.
Unfortunately, this was the estate of Universal Energy Corporation, and it was a trap set personally by Cao Ke. Every time someone fell, there would always be someone to fill their place, as if there were no end to them.
However, what was even more brutal was that the middle-aged man who had once been in the room now reappeared before Tian Feng and Wen Yun.
Tian Feng finally stopped again, aiming his handgun directly at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man did not stand with an air of arrogance but seemed unfazed by the gun pointed at him; he still looked infuriatingly smug.
He raised his hand, and the firearms held by the surrounding men in black slowly lowered. He took two steps forward.
"You’re quite impressive," he said. "To be able to kill someone I’m supposed to protect right in front of me and to hold out until now under the encirclement of Web of Protection—with just one person and one gun—killing over ten of my brothers is truly commendable!"
Although the middle-aged man spoke words of admiration, there wasn’t a shred of respect in his tone or expression. Instead, sarcasm dripped from his words.
Cao Ke had always regarded Jufeng as a formidable opponent. Therefore, everyone ambushed in this estate tonight—including the middle-aged man—had been carefully selected for this purpose. Yet despite that, Tian Feng had successfully infiltrated and killed Cao Shuang while almost rescuing Wen Yun. It was clear how beneficial Eight Years of Universal Hunting training had been for Tian Feng!
But even so, if he couldn’t ultimately escape, all of Tian Feng’s efforts would be for naught. Thus, the middle-aged man took pleasure in seeing Tian Feng’s current predicament.
After he finished, Tian Feng's expression became calm.
He slowly placed Wen Yun on the ground, which was a bit cool, and thoughtfully took off his outer coat for her to stand on.
The middle-aged man's eyebrows lifted slightly, revealing a hint of disdain.
"Even at this moment, you still have the mood to flirt. It seems you are better than that useless rich second generation."
Tian Feng did not change his expression in response to the middle-aged man's words; he remained serious and composed.
However, Wen Yun, who was being cared for, could not remain calm.
She looked at Tian Feng, at his sword-like brows and moon-like eyes, her gaze slightly dazed.
"You should walk on your own; we have no relationship."
Wen Yun knew that if it weren't for her dragging him down, Tian Feng could easily leave without falling into such a predicament.
Yet Tian Feng said nothing and did not shake his head. He remained silent for a moment, helping Wen Yun tidy herself before slowly saying,
"I promised Brother Jufeng; I must keep my word."
Upon hearing this answer, Wen Yun seemed a bit saddened. She immersed herself in her emotions, completely forgetting the perilous situation they were in.
"You don't have to keep such a promise; Jufeng owes me nothing. If it's just for this reason, I could die right here, and you would be free to leave."
Wen Yun's words were chilling, much like the atmosphere at that moment; there was wind in the night, and it carried a sense of coolness.
Tian Feng was taken aback, sensing an unusual atmosphere in the air.
He turned around, feeling hesitant to face Wen Yun.
Before him stood a middle-aged man with a mocking expression. Tian Feng's gaze sharpened as his voice slowly drifted toward Wen Yun.
"Perhaps before it was just a promise to Brother Jufeng, but now I believe I've found a more important reason. Even if you die here, I will take you away from this filthy place."
Wen Yun's emotions were slightly dazed, and he nodded softly. Of course, Tian Feng could not see this.
At that moment, his eyes were focused solely on the middle-aged man!
(To be continued)
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