Completely unaware of what Luan Hongyue was thinking, Lu Tianxing opened the door and walked straight into the room.
As soon as he entered, Lu Tianxing saw Bai Zhiqing wearing a white nightgown, sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a magazine. When she saw Lu Tianxing coming in from outside, Bai Zhiqing stood up imdiately, put down the magazine, and a brilliant smile appeared on her face.
"You’re back."
Bai Zhiqing paid no attention to Lu Tianxing’s gaze, walked over, and took the clothes Lu Tianxing was about to take off, hanging them on the rack beside them. The entire action was seamless as if honed through countless practice.
"I’m back, wife. Why are you still up so late?"
Lu Tianxing wrapped his arm around Bai Zhiqing’s slender waist and sat down on the sofa beside her.
"I couldn’t sleep without you back."
Bai Zhiqing shook her head and softly said, "By the way, did Hongyue co back with you? Nothing happened, right?"
"Nothing happened."
Lu Tianxing took a deep breath and said, "By the way, wife, you aren’t seriously thinking of making Luan Hongyue the Vice President of Bai’s Group, are you?"
"Of course, she’s a rare talent. In terms of skill and capability, she’s not much inferior to Qian Ru, and perhaps even stronger. If soone like her could join Bai’s Group, the profits she could bring annually would be terrifying."
Leaning against Lu Tianxing’s chest, Bai Zhiqing gently spoke, "Besides, Bai’s Group is now in a phase of rapid developnt. It’s a ti when we need people. With Hongyue helping, it makes my work easier."
Hearing Bai Zhiqing’s words, Lu Tianxing didn’t say anything more and changed the topic, "Wife, where are Qian Ru and Minister Xue?"
"They went to their rooms a long ti ago."
Bai Zhiqing took a deep breath and said, "By the way, Lu Tianxing, what do you plan to do about the Fang Family? I bet they won’t let this go easily. After all, you crippled their son and made him kneel. They definitely won’t let you off."
"Don’t worry. I have a solution for this. You don’t need to worry."
Lu Tianxing raised his hand to stroke Bai Zhiqing’s hair and said, "Wife, it’s quite late now. You should rest early."
"What about you?"
"I’ll watch so TV first; you go rest in the bedroom."
"Alright, then I’ll head back to the room first."
Bai Zhiqing gave Lu Tianxing a slightly surprised look. Though she felt a bit puzzled, she didn’t say anything further, standing up to head to the bedroom.
As Lu Tianxing watched Bai Zhiqing walk into the bedroom and close the door, his once gentle eyes suddenly turned sharp and cold. With a flick of his finger, the lights in the room went off instantly, leaving only the bright moonlight filtering through the windows, casting a faint glow.
Lu Tianxing sat on the sofa, his face as cold as ice, exuding a chilly aura all over. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and in the darkness, the flickering ember of the cigarette, combined with the cold air pervading the space, felt almost like stepping into the Ghost Gate.
The entire room was eerily quiet, without any sound, and even the breathing was faint to the extre.
Outside the hotel, despite the bright lights, there was no one around. The long corridor instilled a creepy feeling in anyone present.
Step! Step!
After an unknown period, a series of heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor. With the footsteps, a middle-aged man erged from the elevator. His build seed sowhat thin and frail, appearing as though a breeze could knock him over. Yet, his eyes carried a chilling, cold gaze that, when fixed upon you, would make you feel like you were being hunted by a fierce jackal, filling your heart with dread.
This middle-aged man was none other than Ghost Claw, sent by Fang Yaowu to assassinate Lu Tianxing.
Ghost Claw walked step by step towards Lu Tianxing’s room, moving unhurriedly as if returning to his own ho. He pulled out a spare room key card from his pocket and lightly swiped it.
"Beep."
With a soft sound, the door opened. Ghost Claw’s face revealed a mocking smile as he casually tossed the key card into a nearby trash can, then pushed the door open and walked inside, shutting the door behind him.
But when he turned around, Ghost Claw’s face changed drastically. His pupils shrank to their most dangerous pin-like size in an instant. His entire body’s muscles tensed up as he cautiously looked ahead, or more precisely, at the figure on the sofa.
"You’ve finally arrived. I’ve been waiting for you."
Lu Tianxing’s cold voice echoed in the room.
I’ve been waiting for you!
As these calm words reached his ears, Ghost Claw’s face changed again dramatically. He, who often danced on the edge of Death Scythe, imdiately felt an extre, pervasive sense of danger.
"How... how did you discover ?"
Ghost Claw tried hard to calm his mind, but it was futile.
"Was it difficult to discover you? I noticed you as soon as you followed my car back to the hotel, so I have been waiting for you all along."
"Not good."
Hearing Lu Tianxing’s words, Ghost Claw’s expression changed again. Without any hesitation, he turned to open the door and escape. Because as Lu Tianxing spoke, an overwhelming sense of dread swept over him, as though a blade was about to descend on his neck, engulfing him in a heavy foreboding of death. He trusted this feeling, for it had been this very sensation that had allowed him to survive Yanhuang Group’s hunts.
"Do you think you can escape?" Lu Tianxing said coldly.
Before the voice faded, Lu Tianxing suddenly stood up. A terrifying aura erupted from him—majestic, cold, invincible, ruling the world.
Boom!
The aura crushed the void, and Ghost Claw’s body instantly froze. His face turned pale, devoid of any blood, for at that mont, he felt like a humble servant, unable to resist kneeling on the ground.
At that mont, Lu Tianxing seed as vast as the universe itself, standing there like the gods holding his life in their hands.
"Mythical stage mid-level... you... you’re a mythical stage mid-level."
Ghost Claw’s voice was filled with horrified disbelief as his face displayed sheer terror. He couldn’t have imagined that Lu Tianxing was a middle-stage mythical powerhouse, or else Lu Tianxing wouldn’t have been able to suppress him with re aura, leaving him powerless to retaliate.
"Tell who sent you, and I’ll leave your body intact."
Lu Tianxing walked step by step towards Ghost Claw, eyes carrying a cold and fierce killing intent.
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