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Those assassins hired by Gao Kening were like ghosts crawling out of the depths of the night, dressed in tight black night clothes, holding sharp daggers that gleamed with a cold light, silently hiding in the thick, inky shadows of the street corner.
Their gazes were icy and devoid of any emotion, like machines, constantly and vigilantly observing every move around them, waiting for their target, He Yuzhu, to appear.
As soon as He Yuzhu steps into their carefully set attack range, he will instantly transform into a ferocious wolf, pouncing with unparalleled speed, ready to carry out the assassination plan using extremely cruel methods.
Fortunately, He Yuzhu possesses a special ability to keenly perceive subtle changes in the surrounding environment.
Just as the assassins were about to launch their deadly attack, a strong sense of unease suddenly rose within him, and he clearly sensed that danger was approaching step by step.
He moved with lightning speed, flashing past like a ghost, his movements so agile as to swiftly evade the assassins' long-prepared fatal blow with incredible speed.
The assassins' blades grazed his clothes time and again, bringing with them a chilling breeze, yet they could not harm him in the slightest.
Seeing that the assassination plan had failed, Gao Kening's fierce determination not only did not subside, but intensified.
Without hesitation, he meticulously planned and arranged an even more dangerous and deadly surprise attack on He Yuzhu's usual route.
A meticulously modified van, like a beast lurking in the night, is entirely black and exudes a chilling aura.
The engine emitted a low, suppressed roar, as if announcing the impending deadly attack.
In an instant, the van shot out from the hidden street corner like an arrow, speeding toward He Yuzhu at an almost insane pace.
As the distance closed, the car window was suddenly rolled down, and under the dim streetlights, several dark gun muzzles gleamed with a cold metallic luster, pointed precisely at He Yuzhu.
In an instant, the deathly silence of the street was shattered by a burst of dense and sharp gunfire. Bullets, carrying intense killing intent, rained down on He Yuzhu like a torrential downpour.
Faced with this life-or-death crisis, He Yuzhu's aura suddenly changed, and with his mysterious and unpredictable special ability, he instantly entered a state of transcendence.
His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, able to accurately capture the trajectory of every bullet; his movements were as agile as lightning, dodging left and right amidst a hail of bullets, each action precise and swift, like a cheetah moving freely through the jungle, repeatedly narrowly avoiding potentially fatal bullets on the verge of death.
Despite living in a seemingly prosperous and bustling society that is actually rife with undercurrents and crises, He Yuzhu's mind is as clear as a mirror.
He knew that in this situation, asking the police for help would be futile.
This world still follows the law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak and people eat each other. Although the police have established procedures for handling cases, the network of interests behind the business world is intricate and complex. Various forces are intertwined and mutually restraining. How can it be easy to sort out the clues and thoroughly investigate the truth?
In this bloody and intriguing battlefield of the business world, without one's own military strength as a solid backing and without a powerful force to rely on, one is like a rootless duckweed, unable to gain a foothold.
Gao Kening's actions over this period of time have deeply offended He Yuzhu's bottom line. This is intolerable!
A fierce anger ignited in He Yuzhu's heart. He knew that he had to take decisive action and give the other party a powerful counterattack, otherwise he would be in an even more dangerous situation.
The night was as black as ink, so thick it seemed impossible to separate, like a huge, heavy black velvet blanket hanging down from the sky, completely enveloping the entire city.
The streets and alleys were deathly silent, the hustle and bustle of the daytime completely gone. Only the occasional bark of a dog from afar abruptly broke the seemingly frozen silence, echoing in the cold air and adding to the eerie atmosphere.
Taking advantage of the pitch-black night, He Yuzhu moved silently, like a cheetah lurking in the abyss of darkness, exuding a chilling aura.
He was dressed in a well-tailored black suit, the fabric soft yet strong, clinging to his athletic physique.
At this moment, his movements were fluid and natural, his every gesture swift and precise. Every posture seemed meticulously crafted, as if he were perfectly integrated with the inky night, becoming a wisp of ethereal shadow within it. Like a ghost, he moved towards Gao Kening's residence without hesitation or resoluteness.
His footsteps were almost defying logic, as if he were walking on clouds, without a sound escaping. Each step was steady and firm, and the moment his soles touched the ground, they seemed to carry immense force, yet were cleverly concealed in the stillness, just as if he were carefully measuring the distance to the end of his revenge in the darkness.
His eyes were resolute, a determination that would never bow to fate or sit idly by and wait for death. The light in his eyes was like a lone star in the cold night, piercing through layers of darkness, as if he were loudly proclaiming to this world ruled by darkness and filled with injustice and oppression that he would definitely seek justice for himself that was long overdue and could not be delayed any longer.
The room was dimly lit and airtight, as if a layer of gloom had settled in the air.
The candlelight struggled and flickered in the darkness, its faint light like a lonely soul about to be swallowed by the darkness. The light and shadow danced wildly on the mottled wall, as if ghosts were having a bizarre carnival.
Gao Kening nestled comfortably in the carved mahogany chair. This chair was made of rare materials and had exquisite craftsmanship. Every delicate carving was meticulously crafted by skilled artisans over several months. The kylin relief on the back of the chair was lifelike, as if it were baring its fangs and claws, showing extraordinary power. It was an indisputable symbol of his status and position, bearing witness to the remarkable achievements he had accumulated over many years of hard work in the business world.
At this moment, he was dressed in a well-tailored silk robe, the hem of which was slightly raised. A smug smile appeared on his lips, a smile full of deep contempt and disdain for He Yuzhu, as if He Yuzhu was nothing more than an ant in his eyes, which he could easily crush.
He closed his eyes slightly, and involuntarily conjured up an image of He Yuzhu's utter defeat in his mind: He Yuzhu's hair was disheveled, his face was covered in dust, his knees slammed heavily on the cold ground, his hands clasped together, pleading desperately, his eyes filled with despair and helplessness, while he sat high above, sitting on the chair that symbolized power, wantonly mocking the other's incompetence, his laughter like a sharp blade, about to cut He Yuzhu's last shred of dignity to shreds.
As he pondered, he couldn't help but chuckle softly. The laughter was dry and shrill, echoing in the almost suffocatingly silent room. Each sound seemed to come from the deepest hell, sounding particularly sinister, as if it could awaken the demons sleeping in the darkness.
In the turbulent and unpredictable business district of Haojiang, He Yuzhu seemed to be possessed, devoting countless days and nights to the investigation of the Fu Laorong family and the Gao Kening family without reservation.
His study had become a labyrinth of documents, with piles of files teetering on the brink of collapse.
The wall was covered with dense and intricate relationship diagrams. Every line and every mark was like a spider web carefully woven with his wisdom and sweat, carrying his hard work and expectations.
He Yuzhu was like a tireless detective, repeatedly comparing and distinguishing information from a massive amount of data, conducting a meticulous analysis as if peeling back layers.
Countless early mornings, he would still be under the lamplight, his brow furrowed, deep in thought as he studied the documents.
Finally, perseverance paid off, and He Yuzhu finally confirmed that this seemingly ordinary and inconspicuous mansion was not part of the Gao Kening family's astonishingly vast asset portfolio.
He Yuzhu stood by the window, and the brightly lit night view of Haojiang unfolded before him like a magnificent painting.
The streets and alleys were bustling with traffic, and the noise could be faintly heard, but it did not disturb his thoughts in the slightest.
After Gao Kening sent people to assassinate and attack him, He Yuzhu keenly realized that Gao Kening must also be on guard against his revenge.
He secretly pondered that if he were in Gao Kening's situation right now, changing residences would be the simplest and most effective way to protect himself.
A complex and unreadable expression flashed across He Yuzhu's eyes for a fleeting moment.
There was a hint of disdain for Gao Kening's cunning ways of dealing with people, thinking that such behavior was nothing more than petty tricks; but there was also a hint of sincere admiration for the opponent's cautious attitude. After all, in the unpredictable business world, it is not easy to have such a thorough consideration.
It must be admitted that Gao Kening is indeed a meticulous and shrewd person, and every move she makes is calculated precisely.
But none of this could shake He Yuzhu's firm determination to uncover the truth.
He traveled a great distance to come here, intending to expose all the secrets hidden in the darkness to the world without reservation, and to restore justice to the world.
Chapter 597
He Yuzhu took a slow, deep breath, trying to calm the turbulent emotions in his heart.
He raised his hand and carefully straightened his crisp black trench coat, smoothing out the hem and eliminating every wrinkle.
Then, with steady and powerful steps, he walked steadily toward the gate of the courtyard.
At this moment, the tranquil darkness is like a giant curtain, and a thrilling adventure is about to slowly unfold under the heavy cover of night.
In this dog-eat-dog, perilous world of martial arts, there circulates a peculiar rule that seems absurd but actually contains endless wisdom for survival: as long as I change quickly enough, the enemy won't be able to find me.
For those caught in the vortex of power struggles, shrouded in the shadow of danger day and night, frequently changing hiding places is like prey living in constant fear in a dark and deep forest, trying to escape the hunter's relentless and deadly pursuit.
However, He Yuzhu was no ordinary hunter. He was extremely meticulous and no clue could escape his eyes. His methods were also endless and unpredictable.
In this silent battle with Gao Kening, which was devoid of swords but equally thrilling, He Yuzhu had already meticulously planned ahead and quietly prepared a backup plan.
He cleverly planted a tracking mark on Gao Kening using an extremely secretive, almost lost ancient method.
The mark was like an invisible yet strong thread, silently binding the two tightly together.
No matter how careful Gao Kening was afterward, and how much effort he put into hiding in the intricate and winding streets and alleys of Haojiang, as long as his feet had not yet set foot on this ever-changing land, he was destined to be unable to escape He Yuzhu's tight control, which was like a net from heaven and earth.
As time quietly slipped away into the night, the city's hustle and bustle had long since subsided, and the midnight bells rang out mercilessly, like a pronouncement of fate.
He Yuzhu stood alone in an upscale residential area, a place seemingly forgotten by the bustling city. The night was so quiet it sent chills down one's spine, like a lurking, sleeping beast that might awaken at any moment.
The streetlights on both sides of the street are arranged in a staggered manner, emitting a dim and soft light, like ancient candlelight, outlining mottled light and shadow on the ground, like a mysterious painting.
A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the roadside trees, the sound like a softly sung nocturne, adding a touch of mystery to the deathly still night.
The windows of every house in the surrounding area were completely covered by heavy curtains, not a single ray of light could be seen, as if behind each window lay an unfathomable and unknown secret.
He Yuzhu drove the sleek black sedan slowly through the quiet residential area, the wheels making a soft sound as they rubbed against the ground, as if playing a low prelude in the silence.
His eyes were like stars in a cold night, cold and sharp, not missing a single slight movement, vigilantly scrutinizing his surroundings.
When the car reached a secluded corner some distance from Gao Kening's new residence, He Yuzhu lightly applied the brakes, and the car came to a steady stop.
He gently pushed open the car door, his movements as slow and deliberate as a cat stalking in the dark, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility.
With a light touch of his toes on the ground, He Yuzhu bent his knees and exerted force, unleashing the powerful energy that had been building up within him. His figure flashed like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, he landed steadily on a thick tree next to him.
The tree trunk swayed slightly from his swift leap, and the leaves rustled, but soon returned to stillness.
He Yuzhu stood upright on the tree branch, his posture straight, like a war god descending, exuding an inviolable majesty.
After a brief pause, he exerted his strength again, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot. In just one breath, he appeared on the adjacent rooftop.
He darted swiftly between rooftops, like a phantom moving through the darkness. Each rapid flash was accompanied by a slight gust of wind, a sound like a battle song played in the night, cheering and paying tribute to his arrival.
With his agile skills, He Yuzhu quickly moved through the streets and alleys and soon arrived at Gao Kening's residence.
This three-and-a-half-story luxury villa, with its unique European architectural style, stands out in this upscale residential area.
Under the moonlight, the villa's pointed roof and carved railings cast long shadows, adding to its mysterious atmosphere.
He Yuzhu held his breath and, using the large tree next to the villa as cover, silently climbed onto the roof.
He crouched low and cautiously approached the attic.
The attic window was half-open, and by the dim moonlight, He Yuzhu could see two figures pacing back and forth inside.
The two men, armed and looking tense, kept their eyes glued to the road outside, not missing a single sound.
Moonlight occasionally shone on the weapons in their hands, reflecting a cold, icy gleam, as if telling of the impending danger.
However, they were completely unaware that danger was creeping down on them like a ghost, and a thrilling contest was about to begin.
He Yuzhu crouched down and observed for a long time from a corner of the roof.
The night sky was like a piece of dark jade, with only a few stars twinkling, barely adding a glimmer of light to the darkness.
He took a deep breath, and then, like a black lightning bolt, nimbly slid down the outer wall, landing precisely on the balcony.
On the balcony, several potted plants had long since withered, their dry branches swaying gently in the chilly night wind, making a soft rustling sound, as if whispering the unspeakable unease deep in the owner's heart.