"I contacted the network engineer in our group and with his help, we hacked into the backend server of Qianqiu Group to check Leng Ruobing’s schedule. Strangely enough, her life seed unaffected; she actually went to work as usual the next day."
"..."
"Hmm?"
Suzuki Jun listened to their report. His expression grew more and more solemn, and he sneered, "It seems that Zhang Tong can be ruled out. The mastermind behind this is either Leng Ruobing or soone connected to her."
"Senior brother, I examined Leng Ruobing’s phone records using special thods and found nothing unusual. The contacts were all her relatives, family mbers, subordinates, and business partners, with no overly intimate friends," a lower ninja replied, puzzled.
"Could it be that Leng Ruobing is a deeply hidden Huaxia Martial Artist?" another lower ninja speculated.
"Whether she is or isn’t will be clear once we see her in person."
Suzuki Jun sighed and waved his hand, "Everyone go and prepare; we’ll sneak into Yunlan Villa tonight."
...
At midnight, under a bright full moon,
several sneaky shadows moved through the cold alleyways, twisting and turning, until they arrived in a small grove one li away from Yunlan Villa.
They were Suzuki Jun and five lower ninjas.
"Snap!"
Suzuki Jun lit a cigarette, its tip flickering in the bright moonlight, as he gazed at Yunlan Villa from afar.
"Youtian junior brother, do you know the specific details about Yunlan Villa?"
"Senior brother Suzuki, from what I’ve gathered, the residents here, besides security, chefs, and other support staff, are mainly three people—Leng Ruobing, Chu Xiaoran, and Xiao Zheng. It’s said that Xiao Zheng is Leng Ruobing’s personal bodyguard."
"Since there’s a bodyguard, it suggests that Leng Ruobing is not a skilled martial artist herself. She and Chu Xiaoran are not obstacles, but this bodyguard—Xiao Zheng—is the most troubleso," Suzuki Jun analyzed cautiously as he stamped out his cigarette.
Suddenly, during this tense atmosphere, a very disdainful voice ca.
Very abrupt!
"Wow, honored indeed that soone ntions my na while I’m sleeping in a tree."
Nani?
Suzuki Jun and the five lower ninjas were startled and turned towards the source of the sound. Through the rustling tree shadows, a tall and slender figure leaped down and walked towards them.
"Who might you be?"
"Xiao Zheng!"
Xiao Zheng crossed his arms, a playful smile on his face as he looked at them, "To have friends from afar visiting, disrupting my sleep."
He had already received information from Sky Net earlier that afternoon, hence he was able to wait for the Ghost Child here.
A wife has her troubles, a husband bears the burden, no problem.
At this mont,
Suzuki Jun nodded at the five lower ninjas, gripping his katana cautiously, "So you are Leng Ruobing’s bodyguard?"
"You know too much!" Xiao Zheng’s expression turned frosty and resolute.
"Bakayaro!"
"Chirala!"
The five lower ninjas were furious, each drew their katanas, surrounding Xiao Zheng while limping in circles and glaring nacingly.
"You’re dead, totally dead."
"Little Ghost Child, I despise being surrounded by others, especially by little Ghost Children," Xiao Zheng remarked icily, standing firm and unmoving.
Suddenly, he moved like a darting rabbit, performing a flying kick through the air at one of the lower ninjas.
"Ah!"
A loud cry rang out as the ninja flew five ters away and crashed heavily against a large tree, spitting out a mouthful of blood and falling to the ground motionless.
"Yikes!"
Seeing this, Suzuki Jun nodded and sneered, "It seems you’re the real culprit behind the killing of Mr. Sanjing and Tian Yuan, aren’t you?"
"Correct!"
Xiao Zheng stood there, head held high and chest out, disdainfully glancing at Suzuki Jun.
The remaining four lower Ninja looked shocked, took a step back, raised their katanas, and assud an offensive stance.
"Damn it, How dare you kill a core mber of the Shenmu Group, courting death!"
Suzuki Jun’s eyes blazed with fury as he harshly scolded and lunged at Xiao Zheng with his katana.
Xiao Zheng silently praised the timing, didn’t retreat but advanced instead, slapping the side of the katana with one hand, without any hesitation.
"Snap!"
The katana broke on cue, and the broken piece still flying, shot towards a lower Ninja.
Though it was late by the ti it happened, the lower Ninja, with eyes wide in terror, was too late to dodge and frantically waved his katana, hoping to deflect the broken piece.
"Bang... swish"
As he wished, the broken piece was indeed knocked away, but the force was terrifying. The katana he tightly held rebounded back, slicing straight toward his neck.
What was horrific was that he couldn’t stop it, and as the base of his palm split open, the katana sliced through his neck, spraying blood.
"Hiss..."
Suzuki Jun, dumbfounded, looked at his short katana, "Whaaat? This was a bless from our ancestors, a gift from the Emperor, it was supposed to be high-quality, and it just broke so easily?"
However, reality didn’t allow him much ti to think, as one of his junior brothers was dead and another injured, leaving only four, including himself, able to fight.
"Everyone, together, surround and kill him!"
"Yes!"
The three lower Ninja mustered their spirits, gritted their teeth, and charged forward, wildly swinging their katanas, planning to chop Xiao Zheng into pieces.
"A bunch of good-for-nothings, go to hell!"
Xiao Zheng roared, feigning a motion as if he was about to jump high, quite threateningly.
"You sneaky rats!"
Suzuki Jun and the three lower Ninja, seeing him about to leap, all lunged forward, attempting to cut off his escape.
However, just as their katanas were raised, Xiao Zheng suddenly ducked low, turning his body swiftly in a fluid movent technique, and like raindrops, his left foot stomped on the feet of all four n, exerting all the primal force of his body.
"Aaaaah...."
"Damn, you big anie, copying others by stepping on toes!"
"Big brother, my toes are crushed."
"...."
Caught in confusion, what could Suzuki Jun say? Did you not see that Laozi also got stepped on?
Is this guy even human?
Crushing soone’s bones to dust isn’t easy, much less turning them into mush.
The three lower Ninja held their feet, wailing like banshees.
The other lower Ninja who had been injured by running into a tree was also coming to his senses. He silently thought himself lucky; compared to his brothers, he was undoubtedly the happiest.
"Shut up!"
Suzuki Jun shouted, and while the three junior brothers turned to look, he gave them a covert glance.
The three lower Ninja understood the hint and nodded, enduring their pain and no longer wailing.
Suddenly, Suzuki Jun threw out a white spherical object; Xiao Zheng was shocked and dodged backward.
"Poof."
The small ball landed and emitted a wisp of white smoke.
As Xiao Zheng waved the smoke away and looked again, Mad, the four of them had vanished without a trace.
"Hehe, with injuries on their feet, they definitely can’t run far."
Thinking this, Xiao Zheng turned to look, only to see that the lower Ninja who had hit the tree was still there.
Seeing Xiao Zheng looking over, the lower Ninja imdiately lay on the ground, playing dead and even sticking out his tongue, his acting was so perfect it was worthy of an Oscar.
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