"Long Jie, Shaojie, hurry up and follow..." Shen Junjie ignored the two cold corpses and quickly ran to the car, ready to pursue Ye Dahe's ho.
"Junjie, I just saw Ye Dahe. Inside Zunhuang."
"What?" Upon hearing Long Jie's words, Shen Junjie was suddenly startled and looked over: "Didn't you just say he already went back?"
"I found it strange too, but right after we finished dealing with things, one of Ye Dahe's bodyguards suddenly approached our leader, and then I went over. Ye Dahe is perfectly fine here, with a total of thirteen bodyguards. There are seven more who are unaccounted for." Long Jie continued.
"Ye Dahe is here, so who were those people who went back earlier? Where is Ye Xiaofan? Is Ye Xiaofan here?" Shen Junjie suddenly thought of a shocking fact; could it be that he orchestrated all of this?
"Ye Dahe wants us to hurry back to support Ye Xiaofan." Long Jie continued.
"Damn it, so this kid knew about the Red Butterfly's plan from the start. This move of shedding a golden cicada's shell is indeed brilliant, but it puts himself in danger, damn it, damn it, Zuimo is still there." Without another word, Shen Junjie dashed into the car.
"Junjie..."
"Stay here and continue protecting Ye Dahe, I'm going back to support Zuimo."
"Junjie, we'll go with you."
"No, our task is to protect Mr. Ye Dahe, everything else is personal business. I'll write a self-reflection when I get back. You don't need to accompany to detention." Shen Junjie threw down these words, started the car, and sped away.
Yes, all of this was Xiaofan's plan. This plan was executed with Ye Dahe's excellent cooperation.
Actually, it's very simple. Tonight at 22:00, banquet, assassination. Fake. Ambush at the villa, all personnel move.
At ten in the evening, banquet, assassination of Ye Dahe, this is a fake assassination. Of course, if it succeeds, it's best, if not, quickly open a way, let the people from the banquet leave and go ho, Ye Dahe would surely return to the villa, and by then, the remaining people would be lying in ambush around the villa, ready to act. Once the target appears, all the assassins would advance together to kill Ye Dahe.
This was an assassination plan that was supposed to be foolproof. Unfortunately, such a ticulous plan was broken by Xiaofan.
After cracking the code, Xiaofan imdiately found Ye Dahe, and the plan they discussed was to swap identities at the banquet.
The car, still Ye Dahe's car, but the person getting in was just Ye Xiaofan wearing Ye Dahe's clothes.
The plan was very simple, the banquet would proceed as usual, while during the fake assassination by the other party, Xiaofan and Ye Dahe would switch identities, ensuring Ye Dahe's life was safe.
Xiaofan certainly knew how dangerous it was to face the high-level assassins of Red Butterfly, but if he couldn't win, couldn't he at least escape? If at the mont he truly couldn't cope, with his Lightweight Skill and that of Li San and Lei Xiaolei, escaping from them shouldn't be too much of a problem.
However, at this mont, Xiaofan seed to be sowhat dazed, almost forgetting about the final plan of escape, because he sensed a familiar feeling.
Every move of the opponent, Xiaofan could clearly see, a move not yet executed, the next move Xiaofan had already predicted.
But Shen Zuimo was becoming more and more stunned as she fought; originally, being an assassin, she excelled in close combat and killing; a technique she once prided herself upon was now utterly neutralized by this opponent, unable to exert its power. Yet, why didn't the opponent retaliate? Moreover, his movents betrayed a bit of sorrow?
What is the feeling of sorrow? Shen Zuimo had never thought she would experience such an emotion. Yet, she sensed it in a deadly fight.
Xiaofan's body trembled, even though he hadn't seen the opponent's face, he guessed who it was. The scene before him was as if it was in that house in H City.
She taught him close combat, Grapple Hand. Every move was thoroughly explained, and if he was distracted, she would beat him rigorously; more often than not, while their skin touched, he would take advantage and grope her.
That was the self-assud happiness of Xiaofan at that ti. Now, the scene replayed with less sweetness and more bleakness.
As the fight went on, Shen Zuimo clearly saw the flaw exposed by the opponent, and imdiately delivered a killing move, targeting the vital of the opponent.
However, as this move was delivered, Xiaofan did not dodge whatsoever, instead, he stepped forward to et it.
"Zuimo, is it you?"
The hand suddenly stopped. Shen Zuimo clearly heard the opponent call out her na. Yes, her na. Who exactly was he?
Xiaofan's hand lightly grasped that mask, gently removed it. Under the moonlight, an exquisitely breathtaking face unveiled before Xiaofan.
Those cold eyes, with an undisguised killing qi, were exactly the sa as the Shen Zuimo he first t.
The cool wind is persistent, the autumn moon is boundless, my yearning emotions are just like ti passing like years...
The favorite catchphrase of Zhang Weijian when acting as Wei Xiaobao, every ti uttered with a brisk rhythm, yet this ti, in front of Xiaofan, it was enveloped with thick longing and deep sorrow.
He laughed. But he also cried.
eting again, made Xiaofan smile like a child. But tears unconsciously fell. Humans, truly a contradictory species. Clearly, he decided he would forget her. But upon eting, Xiaofan realized, forgetting her in this lifeti was already impossible.
"Are you..."
Before he could finish asking, Shen Zuimo's hand suddenly turned into a hand blade, aid directly at Xiaofan's heart.
Xiaofan never would have thought Shen Zuimo would attack him, his eyes turned cold, his step shifted, and suddenly he appeared behind Shen Zuimo, fiercely striking with both palms.
'Goodness, so fast?!' Shen Zuimo stunned looking at Ye Xiaofan behind him, why was his speed so rapid, had he not been taking the fight seriously?
'Bang.'
A loud explosion sounded; only then did Shen Zuimo realize he hadn't intentionally evaded her attack, instead, he noticed soone was ambushing behind, saving her life.
"Zuimo, though we haven't seen each other for a while, your attempt to kill was far too realistic. Please don't joke like that anymore." Certainly, Xiaofan believed Shen Zuimo was joking, exposing his back completely to her, while the one he blocked was actually the Third Young Master among the Thirteenth Young Masters of the Red Butterfly organization.
"Who are you? I don't rember knowing you."
Cold words like ice spikes pierced Xiaofan's heart. This... was that another joke?
Collecting her stunned expression, Shen Zuimo, with a single-handed palm, struck once more.
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