Chapter 380: Chapter 380 Heavenly Fortune (22)
Lord Zhao: “…”
This little girl is quite adaptable?
But think about it, why does it feel so irritating?
He had coerced her.
And she treated it like a vacation…
Lord Zhao felt that if he kept talking to Chuzheng, he would be infuriated to death sooner or later.
...
Fortunately, they had already arrived.
A detached villa with no other buildings around.
The interior decoration of the villa was understated and luxurious, revealing the style of a person of importance.
Upon entering, Chuzheng unapologetically took over the master’s place on the living room sofa.
Lord Zhao: “…”
Lord Zhao took a deep breath, leaning on his cane, and didn’t bother sitting.
“Miss Chuzheng, please wait a mont,” he said.
Lord Zhao left with his bodyguards.
The room suddenly beca quiet.
Just as Chu Wu was about to speak, a series of clicking lock sounds ca from around them.
Chu Wu imdiately got up to check the doors and windows.
“He has locked us in here.”
“Mhm,” Chuzheng replied calmly, sitting on the sofa.
What’s the panic?
It’s just being locked up.
A small problem.
It’s inconvenient.
Chu Wu frowned, looking at Chuzheng, who still posed as a guest on the sofa.
Isn’t she worried at all?
“What does he want to do with us?”
Chuzheng lifted her eyes to the ceiling, where smoke was drifting in through the ventilation ducts.
Chu Wu saw it too.
Chuzheng gestured for Chu Wu to co over.
Chu Wu frowned at the spreading smoke, which was quickening, and hurried over to her side.
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Lord Zhao stood outside, occasionally glancing at the watch on his wrist.
From the outside, the villa was roiling with smoke, completely obscuring the view.
“Lord Zhao, it’s been half an hour,” soone said.
Lord Zhao tapped the ground twice with his cane and said, “Notify Miss Sang ng.”
“Yes.”
Lord Zhao’s gaze towards the inside was tinged with excitent.
Miss Sang ng made it sound so serious, he had thought they would be hard to handle, but it was surprisingly easy.
Miss Sang ng had suggested using Chu Wu as bait, just in case.
But it seed that Miss Sang ng had overestimated these two.
He would soon have a healthy body…
“Miss Sang ng is here.”
Soone whispered in Lord Zhao’s ear.
So soon?
Lord Zhao turned around and indeed saw the familiar figure.
He imdiately went to greet her.
“Miss Sang ng, I have captured them for you,” Lord Zhao said with careful caution, devoid of the domineering air expected of a boss.
“Where are they?”
Lord Zhao promptly replied, “They are inside, rest assured, they won’t wake up for a day.”
Sang ng nodded, “Let’s go inside and have a look.”
Lord Zhao ordered his n to deactivate the chanisms inside, waited for the smoke to dispel a bit, and handed Sang ng a gas mask.
“I don’t need it,” Sang ng said and walked straight into the house.
Lord Zhao, surprised at heart but recalling Sang ng’s capabilities, felt it was to be expected.
He dared not go without protection, so he put on the mask before entering.
The smoke hadn’t cleared entirely, and the room’s environnt was sowhat blurry.
“Where are they?”
“Over there,” Lord Zhao walked towards the living room, “They…”
Lord Zhao’s voice ca to an abrupt halt.
The smoke seed to avoid the sofa, forming a vacuum zone around it.
At this mont, Chuzheng sat on the sofa with one hand resting on the back of the sofa and the other holding Chu Wu. From head to toe, even her hair exuded an ‘I am a big shot’ domineering presence.
“Took you long enough to co,” the girl’s calm gaze swept over them. “Are you turtles?”
Bastards are faster than you.
“You…” Lord Zhao was shocked. “How are you unhard?”
Because Sang ng had specifically instructed him, the drug he used had been increased tenfold.
Yet there she sat, perfectly fine…
“What’s supposed to be wrong with ?” Chuzheng’s gaze shifted slightly as she looked over Lord Zhao’s shoulder at Sang ng.
Just knew it was this damned thing.
Unable to confront directly, so you sche behind my back.
Lord Zhao’s heart pounded, and, valuing his life, he dared not stand in front any longer and retreated behind Sang ng.
Sang ng gave Lord Zhao a glance as if looking at trash.
“Chuzheng, since you’re alive, you shouldn’t appear before again. If I see you, you might not continue to live well,” Sang ng said, her eyes flashing with a hint of ferocity.
Now that she had been seen, death was the only outco.
Chuzheng’s slender and delicate, jade-like fingers tapped lightly on the sofa as she spoke rhythmically, “You could gouge your own eyes out.”
Then you wouldn’t be able to see , would you?
How nice that would be!
Sang ng sneered, “You’re quite sharp-tongued now that you’ve ‘died’ once.”
She paused, her tone turning sharply colder, “But today is your death day.”
“My death day?” The frost seed to gather between Chuzheng’s brows, her aura chilling. “You think too highly of yourself.”
Sang ng just sneered with confident complacency and clapped her hands.
The surroundings suddenly darkened.
Lord Zhao, terrified, spun around in place, his back soaked with cold sweat.
Chuzheng remained unfazed. She pulled Chu Wu in for a kiss, “Stay here, be good.”
Sang ng clicked her tongue lightly, “Don’t worry, I will send him down to join you so that you both can have a lovely ti together down there.”
Sang ng emphasized the words ‘lovely ti.’
Chuzheng stood up and suddenly kicked the coffee table in the living room.
The coffee table made a splitting noise and slid toward Sang ng.
Sang ng’s body leapt gracefully onto the coffee table, which then stopped sliding.
“If I were you, I wouldn’t provoke further,” Sang ng said with a dark tone. “Even if you have so skills left, don’t forget, you’ve lost your wings.”
“That’s because you’re not ,” Chuzheng’s eyes turned cold. “You dare to ntion wings, you are quite bold.”
“Hmph.”
Sang ng let out a cold scoff, twisted her body, and the coffee table violently crashed toward Chuzheng.
Chuzheng stood cool and calm, and just as the coffee table was about to hit her, she lifted her foot, her toes effortlessly stopping the coffee table.
Her movents were clean and crisp, her posture stylish and dashing.
Her indifferent face even gained a touch of handsoness.
It was heart-throbbing to witness and made people want to scream for her.
Sang ng’s heart skipped a beat.
She didn’t just kick the coffee table back as simply as that; it carried her power within.
How could this be…
If Sang ng could see, then she would have noticed the coffee table was surrounded by silver threads. It was those threads that stopped the table.
All Chuzheng did was lift her foot and strike a pose.
[…] My understanding of Miss needs to be thoroughly refreshed.
Not only were the silver threads wrapped around the coffee table, but the whole room was also crisscrossed with silver threads.
Chuzheng pressed down with her toes, kicking the coffee table back.
Not fast, the coffee table didn’t seem like a threat to Sang ng, but when she touched it, an invisible force sent her flying.
Sang ng flew in an arc through the air and ended up crashing into the stairway going upstairs.
The wooden stairs were splintered at the edge from her crash and tumbled onto the floor, rolling a couple of tis before coming to a halt.
Sang ng’s first instinct was to rise.
A pair of shoes ca into her view and her movents abruptly ceased.
The next second, her entire body was kicked down, violently pinned to the ground.
The shattered wood from the floor embedded into her flesh, and blood began to seep out.
Their bodies, like normal humans, would bleed and get injured, but under their abilities, they could heal extrely fast.
“So what if I anger you.”
The clear and indifferent voice exploded above Sang ng’s head.
Sang ng only felt like in that instant, as if an invisible giant hand had grasped her throat, a suffocating sensation from all sides closing in.
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