12dz Chapter 95 A Rainy Night in the Old House, the Tea Is Still Warm
Chapter 95 A Rainy Night in the Old House, the Tea Is Still Warm
The rain was pouring down.
The old tenement buildings in the old city have been in disrepair for years, and the drainage pipes have long been blocked. Rainwater flows down the stairwells, accumulating ankle-deep puddles on the second-floor landing.
Room 201.
The security door was locked from the inside.
The incandescent light in the living room was blindingly bright. Lu Qingxue was bound hand and foot and pressed down next to the old wooden table where they usually ate. The left side of her face was swollen, blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, and a few strands of hair were stuck to her forehead with sweat and blood.
She didn't cry or shout.
Those eyes were fixed on the man sitting on the old sofa opposite.
Manager Zhao was dressed in a custom-made navy blue Tang suit and was holding a purple clay teapot. He glanced disdainfully at the plastic water cup on the coffee table, then lowered his head and took a sip from the spout of the purple clay teapot.
"This water is too hard; it's ruined my good tea."
He shook his head, placed the purple clay teapot on the coffee table, took out a snow-white silk handkerchief from his pocket, and slowly wiped his right hand, which had just slapped Lu Qingxue.
"Miss Qingxue, you've inherited your reckless father's temper. He's tough, but not very bright."
Lu Qingxue spat the blood from her mouth onto the ground.
"When my brother comes back, he'll skin you alive."
After hearing this, Manager Zhao leaned back on the sofa and laughed.
Four men dressed in black combat uniforms stood at the four corners of the living room. They wore individual tactical night vision goggles and carried short-barreled assault rifles equipped with silencers and special armor-piercing rounds. The muzzles of their rifles were intentionally or unintentionally pointed towards the door and windows.
These four men were assassins from the outer courtyard of the Lu family in Yanjing.
Early stage of the complete transformation realm.
In a place like Jiangnan, any one of them could easily become an elder in the martial arts association. Not to mention they're equipped with modern heavy firepower.
A Grandmaster of the Transcendent Realm can indeed project their internal energy to block ordinary pistol bullets. But in this cramped space of less than twenty square meters, four specially made armor-piercing rifles were firing simultaneously, along with four Transcendent Realm experts forming a battle formation.
Let alone a mere kid, even a peak-level cultivator would be beaten into a pile of mangled flesh.
"Your brother?"
Manager Zhao threw the silk handkerchief into the trash can.
"The way he sounded on the phone just now was incredibly arrogant. This young man had a bit of a stroke of luck, practiced some internal martial arts for a few days, and now he thinks he's invincible. I've seen far too many of these hotheads."
He raised his wrist and glanced at the Patek Philippe worth millions.
"Twenty-five minutes. Even if he ran every red light, he'd still be panting heavily as he drove up the stairs from Cloudtop Villa to here. And by the time he pushed open that door..."
Manager Zhao pointed to the rusty security door.
"Jia Yi, the moment the door opens, smash his kneecap. Leave him alive; the old man wants to know the whereabouts of the Starfall Disc."
The man in black standing on the left side of the door didn't speak, but simply pressed the butt of his gun tightly against his shoulder, the infrared beam of the gun fixed on the keyhole of the security door.
Lu Qingxue struggled desperately behind her back, her fingernails digging into the rough hemp rope until they bled.
She is not afraid of death.
She was afraid that Lu Yuan would really run back alone to his death.
These people weren't street thugs; the bloody smell emanating from them, a result of years of killing, could be detected from two meters away.
"Brother... don't come back..."
She gritted her teeth, and her eyes finally reddened.
Time passed second by second.
The old-fashioned wall clock ticked. The hands pointed to the thirtieth minute.
Apart from the sound of rain hitting the iron railings, there was no other sound in the stairwell. There were no hurried footsteps, nor the roar of car engines.
Manager Zhao yawned.
"Looks like your brother's smarter than you. He knows this is a dead end, so he doesn't even dare to show his face. That's right, when disaster strikes, everyone flies away. What brotherly and sisterly affection? It's nothing in the face of real guns and bullets."
He stood up and straightened the hem of his Tang suit.
"The time has come. Since he doesn't dare to come, then we'll have to trouble Miss Qingxue to come to Yanjing with me. With you in charge, we're not afraid he won't hand over the goods."
Manager Zhao raised his chin at the doorman, Jia Yi.
"Take them away. Evacuate through the backstreet emergency exit."
Jia Yi lowered his gun and strode towards Lu Qingxue. His hand had just reached out, but hadn't even touched Lu Qingxue's shoulder yet.
A sudden change occurred.
There was no knocking. The security door, along with the entire load-bearing wall, exploded at the same time.
"boom!"
It wasn't knocked away, but rather crushed by an incomprehensible force.
The concrete wall, weighing several hundred kilograms, along with the security door, was smashed into the living room like a cannonball, turning into a shower of rubble and metal fragments.
A is the closest.
He didn't even have time to react before being hit in the chest by half of a twisted security door.
"Click!"
A sickening cracking sound rang out. Jia Yi's chest caved in, and he was sent flying five or six meters, crashing hard into the kitchen wall, where he couldn't be pried off.
Gale-force winds and torrential rain poured in through the huge gap.
The incandescent light in the living room flickered on and off, emitting a crackling electrical sound.
Manager Zhao was thrown onto the sofa by the blast of air, and the purple clay teapot in his hand rolled to the ground and shattered into several pieces.
He scrambled to his feet, staring intently at the gap.
Amidst the swirling dust and rain, a figure walked in.
Lu Yuan didn't use an umbrella.
His thin coat was completely dry. Rainwater was deflected by an invisible barrier just half a foot away from his body.
He walked over to Lu Qingxue, stepping over the broken bricks scattered on the ground.
"elder brother!"
Lu Qingxue's nose tingled, and she couldn't hold back her tears.
Lu Yuan ignored everyone else, his gaze fixed on her swollen left cheek. The five bright red finger marks were glaringly obvious under the incandescent light.
He extended his finger, and a gentle golden light shone from the tip, which he lightly touched the hemp rope.
The thumb-thick hemp rope instantly turned into a pile of ashes.
"I'm late."
Lu Yuan patted her head.
"Leave the rest to me."
Manager Zhao's heart clenched suddenly.
The moment the wall collapsed, he didn't sense any fluctuation of internal energy. This was completely contrary to common sense in the martial arts world! Even a Grandmaster at the Transcendent Realm must release their internal energy to break through a wall.
But this young man in front of me seemed to have made the wall disappear out of thin air.
"Open fire! Kill him!"
Manager Zhao yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice cracking.
The remaining three assassins didn't even need his orders; they pulled the trigger the second the wall collapsed.
"Da da da da da!"
The gun barrel equipped with a silencer spews out a tongue of fire.
Dozens of specially made armor-piercing rounds, accompanied by a piercing sound, came from three different tricky angles, completely sealing off all of Lu Yuan's room to dodge.
Manager Zhao stared intently at Lu Yuan.
At this distance, with this barrage of fire, even the strongest iron would be turned into a sieve!
next second.
Manager Zhao's expression froze completely.
Time seemed to stand still in the cramped living room.
Dozens of bullets struck an invisible wall half a foot away from Lu Yuan's body.
The enormous kinetic energy of the bullet was instantly drained, and the brass cartridge case was squeezed and deformed, turning into thin iron discs that clattered and fell to the floor.
Lu Yuan slowly turned around.
He looked at Manager Zhao, who was trembling all over, sitting next to the sofa.
"Water from Jiangnan won't work for brewing tea."
Lu Yuan raised his right hand, put his index and middle fingers together, and casually swiped to the side.
"Even your life won't do."
A golden streak of light shot out from his fingertips.
The two assassins standing on the left didn't even have time to scream.
Their bulletproof vests, tactical vests, and even the alloy rifles in their hands were as fragile as paper in the face of that golden light.
"Pfft!"
Two large, healthy heads shot skyward. Two jets of blood spurted from their headless necks, staining the ceiling a dark red. The two corpses swayed before crashing heavily to the floor.
The last assassin completely broke down.
To hell with the realm of perfection! To hell with the battle formations!
This isn't human!
He threw down the gun in his hand, turned around and ran towards the window, intending to smash the glass and jump out.
Lu Yuan didn't even look at him, lightly tapping the floor with his toes.
He kicked a piece of broken brick, about the size of a fingernail, away.
"Bang!"
The broken brick, accompanied by a sonic boom, precisely pierced the back of the assassin's head, exiting between his eyebrows and leaving a bloody, mangled hole.
The body of the assassin crashed into the window and hung on the windowsill.
Ten seconds.
The four heavily armed assassins, all at the highest level of martial arts, were killed.
The only sounds in the living room were the backflow of rainwater and Manager Zhao's heavy breathing.
Lu Yuan stepped through the blood on the ground and walked step by step to Steward Zhao. He looked down at him.
"Which hand did you use to hit him?"
Manager Zhao bit his lip until it bled, staring intently at Lu Yuan, his right hand stealthily reaching for the inside pocket of the Tang suit.
"Don't be arrogant! I'm from the Lu family of Yanjing! If you dare touch me, Yanjing will never let you get away with this!"
He suddenly pulled out a black wooden plaque the size of a palm.
The wooden plaque was covered with intricate, blood-red runes and emitted a nauseating, fishy stench.
"Go to hell!"
Manager Zhao crushed the wooden plaque in one swift motion.
A burst of black malevolent energy suddenly erupted, transforming into a hideous ghost face that opened its blood-red maw and lunged straight at Lu Yuan's face.