On Jiangxin Avenue, large trucks parked with their hazard lights on the roadside, looking like segnts of train carriages. Only a few scattered small private cars were still driving, but their speed was reduced to around 20 mph.
So drivers with less skill simply pulled over to stop.
There was no other way; the rain was too heavy, and even with the wipers at maximum speed, they could only barely see for a few seconds. Speeding could easily lead to accidents.
At this mont, a bright business car sped along the avenue at an eye-catching speed, attracting the attention of all passing vehicles.
"These days, there really are people who aren't afraid of death."
"Impressive! Must be drunk driving."
"I don't know what's going on, torrential rain in the middle of winter, it's really strange!"
As they were complaining, a taxi also sped off in the sa direction as the business car.
Now, all the drivers couldn't stay calm.
It's important to know that at this mont the sky was completely dark, and driving at night already tested one's vision. Now, with the heavy rain, driving so fast was basically asking for death.
Could it be the police chasing a fugitive?
In the taxi, the driver glanced at the speedoter, which showed 80 mph. He sowhat regretted taking this job.
Triple the fare was tempting, but no matter how tempting it is, you need to stay alive to spend it.
"Maybe we should just forget it." The driver said tremblingly, "The car in front doesn't care about life; we don't need to risk our lives with them."
In fact, the driver was curious why Xiao Feng was so determined to chase the car in front, and he also wondered why he took this job. But at the mont, he needed to focus on driving, so he had to suppress all doubts and didn't dare lose concentration.
Xiao Feng exhaled deeply, "Ten tis the fare!"
He was never soone who gave up halfway. Since at that mont his intuition told him to follow that car, he decided to follow his instincts.
"Ten tis?!" The driver was startled, and fortunately, he didn't lose focus too much, otherwise with a sudden brake, a car crash was inevitable.
To reassure the driver, Xiao Feng pulled out his wallet, took out all the money, showed it to the driver, and then threw it into the armrest box.
The money wasn't much, probably around five to six thousand by the thickness.
However, the driver's eyes beca feverish, and then he nodded vigorously: "I'll take this opportunity to experience what it feels like to be a car god!"
Saying so, he pressed the accelerator harder, the RPM gauge rose instantly, speeding like the wind.
Five to six thousand made people risk their lives, it might sound incredible, but for the driver, this amount was his total monthly inco.
Earning a month's inco in one night, he felt it was worth taking a risk. As for whether the thought of it would send chills down his spine afterward, that would be a problem for later.
Ten minutes later, the driver said, "Up ahead is Jiangxin Bridge, after the bridge is Xinwen City."
Xiao Feng nodded, signaling the driver to slow down, while the business car in front showed no sign of slowing and quickly disappeared from view.
...
anwhile, a woman holding an umbrella was strolling in the middle of Jiangxin Bridge.
The woman's brows and eyes were like a painting, and she had a long object wrapped in black cloth on her back, making it impossible to know what it was.
The rain drenched her clothes, but she didn't care, walking leisurely as if waiting for sothing.
Soon, the business car stopped in front of her, and seven people, including the driver, jumped out of the car, wrapped tightly, even their eyes covered by sunglasses.
If the drivers from Jiangxin Avenue saw this scene, they would probably break out in a cold sweat, this was practically a group of lunatics!
"You're here?" the woman said indifferently.
"Big Sister!" one person said respectfully, but did not kneel as usual.
Big Sister, these two words revealed the woman's identity…
Su Yuzhuo threw the umbrella aside, letting the heavy rain drench her, revealing a relieved smile as if she had been waiting for this day for a long ti.
"Who's taking my place?" Su Yuzhuo asked softly.
As soon as she finished speaking, a slightly thin and not tall person stepped forward: "Why don't you ask why we want to take you out?"
The voice sounded pleasant, like an oriole singing in the valley, clearly identifiable as a woman's voice.
"Looks like it's you." Su Yuzhuo nodded slowly, with no hint of fear on her face.
"Answer my question." The thin person demanded coldly, the tone brooked no argunt, carrying a commanding flavor.
Although, perhaps not yet adapted to the change in identity, these words gave a sowhat pretentious feel.
Su Yuzhuo smiled self-deprecatingly, "I see my past self in you."
These words held two anings, the surface aning was as said, the other implied: one day, you'll end up like .
"Why you want to take out, I neither want to know nor need to know." As Su Yuzhuo spoke, she started to undo the black cloth seal on her back, "Let's get to it."
Six figures moved imdiately, but were stopped by the thin person, "There's one more question, I hope you answer truthfully."
"Oh?" Su Yuzhuo said with interest, "Ask away, whether I answer depends on my mood."
The thin person nodded, asking, "What happened between you and Fla, that makes you chase him around the world?"
Su Yuzhuo frowned slightly, but still replied, "He knew sothing he shouldn't have, so he must not be allowed to live."
"But from what I know, you didn't plan to kill him this ti, and if it wasn't for you ordering the diversion of people, he wouldn't have had the chance to escape in the first place," the thin person pressed on.
"…" Su Yuzhuo was silent for a long ti, knowing full well that today she would most likely not escape fate, so she thought, why not tell the truth?!
"You're right, all along, I never intended to kill Fla."
The thin person continued to ask, "Why?"
"You don't need to know."
Finishing, Su Yuzhuo gripped the handle of the blade behind her, with a "clang," revealing her weapon.
It was a "Willow Eyebrow Saber," with a curved blade head, a slender blade, and a long handle, in the rainy night it looked shiny, like the scythe of Death God, chilling and sinister.
If Xiao Feng were present, he could imdiately recognize that the official na of this blade was Glaive, a type of long-handled weapon from Japan.
During the Nara Era to the Heian Era, it was often used by warrior monks to protect temples. After the Edo Era, it was rarely seen used by n, therefore it is also called a samurai won's specialty blade.
In the flash of the blade, Su Yuzhuo had already made the first move, one person, unable to react in ti, was imdiately pierced through the abdon, letting out a cry of pain while stabbing with a dagger, clearly intending to exchange injury for injury.
However, Su Yuzhuo seed to have anticipated this, withdrew her blade and retreated without any intention of a prolonged fight.
"Big Sister, please step aside and wait," one person said.
This was clearly not addressed to Su Yuzhuo, but to the new Big Sister.
The thin person nodded, then walked away, hands on the railing, eyes watching the heavy rain fall into the water, lost in thought.
In fact, Su Yuzhuo did take advantage of the weather, if not for the heavy rain reducing visibility too much, these six wouldn't even need to fight up close, assassination or sniping would solve it with a flick of the finger.
But now these discussions were aningless, solving the battle at hand, surviving, was the most important thing.
For a while, the clash of blades, the shouts of battle, and screams intertwined, like a grand symphony, echoing like rain hitting the ground one after another.
After a long performance, the sounds gradually faded.
"Clang clang clang…" The sound of the long knife hitting the ground marked a perfect ending to this symphony.
The thin person turned, seeing six subordinates lying motionless on the ground, while Su Yuzhuo also lay in a pool of blood.
She stepped towards Su Yuzhuo, stepping through blood and rainwater, walking to her front step by step.
At this mont, Su Yuzhuo lay quietly on the ground, like a flower about to wither, no longer able to fight.
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