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The headquarters of the Hangzhou Tongxin Association, which is the unremarkable Detached Villa belonging to Shi Yushu, was now bustling with activity. The other residents of this community had seemingly hidden away, as those who could afford to live here were not ordinary people. They were vaguely aware of the intensity of certain matters but dared not speak out.
These issues were vastly different from the typical underworld dealings they encountered, which usually involved intimidation and threats. At their worst, they might lead to physical assaults, resulting in injuries but rarely fatalities. Of course, there were exceptions where some viewed lives as expendable, wielding asymmetric power through clandestine means to conduct their dark affairs.
However, the Underworld was referred to as a "path" because it contained elements that could exist in the light. It was a broad avenue frequented by many, where violence was commonplace and targets were no longer individuals but rather collectives.
Jufeng stood at the foot of the Detached Villa. Though alone, he embodied the convergence of a storm. Across from him stood Shi Yushu, the leader of the United Heart Association—one person who could not represent the entirety of the organization.
This highlighted the disparity between individuals. Thus, Jufeng knew he could not defeat the United Heart Association tonight; instead, he aimed to scatter it into disarray.
He intended to turn it into a pile of loose sand.
Ikeda Masahiro remained by Jufeng's side. Despite his prior warning that tonight would be different and he could not guarantee she wouldn’t witness something bloody, she had chosen to stay.
“I’m really afraid your brother will find out how I treated you; he might hold a grudge against me,” Romain said casually while standing beneath a Paulownia tree in the center of a circular flowerbed outside the Detached Villa.
Ikeda Masahiro was dressed appropriately in tight black clothing, with no trace of her fair skin exposed—likely to avoid any blood splatter.
She crossed her arms and made a rather defiant gesture, smirking as she replied, “You underestimate us Ikeda Family members. When I first saw blood, you were probably still in diapers.”
Ikeda Masahiro was slightly older than Jufeng, making it impossible for him to refute her claim due to its unverifiable nature. He shrugged and suddenly wore a teasing smile that seemed somewhat lewd as he remarked, “Of course! Sister Ikeda must have seen blood far more frequently than I have—at least once a month—unlike me who only encounters it occasionally. Sigh!”
As he uttered that last “sigh,” Jufeng had unconsciously stepped away from his original spot. Clearly, his intuition was spot on; just as his words fell from his lips, an exquisite pair of sunglasses crashed into the tree trunk behind where he had been standing.
“Smack.”
It didn't fall to the ground but landed in Jufeng's palm.
Fortunately, it was solid enough that there were no obvious marks on its surface.
Around Paulownia, Tong Bailong and Zhu Yao stood a few meters away. Zhu Yao understood Jufeng's joke but chose not to take it seriously, while Tong Bailong completely missed the point, genuinely believing that the beautiful woman Brother Jufeng brought back was a formidable figure from the Underworld.
In addition to these two, who had been following Jufeng from the beginning as bodyguards and friends, there were also some elites from the Azure Wind Antelope. A hundred elites had surrounded this Detached Villa, where about three hundred people inside were nervously facing the descending Rakshasas.
Due to the large crowd, Ikeda Masahiro didn't continue to press Jufeng but his flushed face still hadn't faded, as if illuminated by moonlight falling on the white skin through the Paulownia.
Jufeng was waiting, anticipating a tense critical point and the last moments before Shi Yushu's reinforcements arrived.
He believed that creating momentum was a key factor for success; just like the current tense atmosphere, wasn't it also a form of pressure?
Jufeng lifted his head and then looked at Zhu Yao, saying, "Yao, I'll leave this young lady in your care. Please protect her well."
From Jufeng's tone, it seemed he intended to take matters into his own hands. It had been over twenty days since he returned from Saint Envoy, and his abdominal wound had long healed.
However, Zhu Yao glanced at Ikeda Masahiro and coldly replied, "No need. You should protect her yourself. I've been recuperating lately and made some progress in martial arts; handling Shi Yushu should be no problem for me."
Ikeda Masahiro was taken aback by her words and then looked at Jufeng with a puzzled expression.
Logically speaking, Zhu Yao was one of Jufeng's subordinates, yet here she was refusing to listen to her master and even directing him instead.
Ikeda Masahiro felt confused and thought that now he could enjoy watching Jufeng's predicament unfold.
Jufeng was indeed caught off guard by Zhu Yao's response, but this was also because the two were too familiar with each other; Jufeng had never regarded her as a subordinate.
Jufeng was puzzled, unsure why Zhu Yao would answer him that way. If he knew that the Senior Management of Hurricane was already aware of Lu Qijia's pregnancy, he might have understood—after all, it was the father who was out there fooling around, which made Zhu Yao, as a fellow woman, feel indignant on Lu Qijia's behalf.
However, although Jufeng didn't know the reason, he had a way to deal with Zhu Yao because he knew where her Achilles' heel lay.
“Ahem! A few days ago, I went to Clotia and happened to meet someone. He is now challenging the second-best assassin in the world and even talked to me about a lot of things.”
After Jufeng finished speaking, he looked ahead with a smug expression, feeling even more pleased as he sensed Zhu Yao's piercing gaze directed at him.
The moment Jufeng's words fell, Zhu Yao suddenly turned her gaze towards him, and her eyes softened unexpectedly, shimmering like the gentle ripples of West Lake.
Jufeng continued to deliberately raise his voice, “He asked me how someone was doing and even inquired about some nostalgic matters. I didn't know how to respond.”
Jufeng rambled on to himself, while Zhu Yao had already walked over to Ikeda Masahiro.
Jufeng smiled triumphantly but then shifted his tone to address Zhu Yao again.
“You're underestimating the United Heart Association and Shi Yushu. But since you want to give it a try, I'll help you fulfill your dream. Tong Bailong, stick close and make sure to protect yourself.”
“Yes, Brother Jufeng.”
As night fell, Jufeng thought that Feng Cheng's battle should be nearing its end. So this side would continue its performance as well.
“Get ready!”
The night in Feng Cheng was beautiful, with stars shining brightly and the Milky Way clearly visible.
In such a night, the act of killing seemed particularly contradictory.
Yet, contradictions could not halt the progression of events nor change the predetermined outcome.
The Five-Star Hotel, under Hua Gang's banner, had transformed into a slaughterhouse; what was referred to as a hell on earth was nothing less than this.
On the Sixth Floor, the battle continued, though some areas had already ceased. Chang Guohong stood at the entrance of a large suite, the door closed, and he felt a sudden pang of loneliness as he gazed at the dozen figures ahead.
Was this what it meant to be a strong contender? He realized he didn’t even have the right to intervene.
Closer to him were Mei Zi and Niu. Dragon's Roar and Feng Yao had already been drawn, stained with the blood of countless victims, yet the Dragon Light on their blades remained cold and menacing.
Opposite them stood more than ten young people, truly of their own age. If Jufeng were here, he would surely recognize several of them, especially one who was now covered in blood but whose eyes were shadowed with darkness.
In times past, Jufeng had offered him a cup of tea and taught him a lesson.
The group of young people were all injured, many severely. Behind these bloodied youths stood the solemn White-Haired Elder known as Pizza Hut.
He too bore wounds and bloodshed, and there was more to come.
Pizza Hut looked across at Mei Zi and Niu, his expression grave as he said, "I never expected that those old fellows from the United Heart Association would cultivate such prodigies as you two. In my life, I have rarely admired anyone; they are among the few."
Meizi disliked talking; she simply maintained a stern expression, holding her sword and looking at Pizza Hut with disdain. Her arms bore several fresh cuts, and her robe was in tatters.
Niu Jue was aware that Pizza Hut was an elder, someone from the same generation as his master, Master Uncle. Remaining silent would be quite impolite. Although they had just been fighting for their lives, now that the other party had spoken, he felt compelled to respond.
Thus, he said, "Elder, you flatter me. The young talents you have nurtured are impressive, and there are more than just two; it's truly admirable."
He intended to offer a polite compliment, but as soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of Pizza Hut and those young people turned a shade of goose liver. It dawned on him that his words were indeed inappropriate.
Praising them for being formidable while they had just been defeated by the combined efforts of himself and Meizi—ultimately, it was he who was truly impressive!
Niu fell silent, realizing his mistake.
(To be continued)
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