Jinyue Garden.
The group sat around in the first-floor living room, each looking serious, as if ready to face danger at any mont, the atmosphere oppressive and dull.
The little girl had her hands clasped in front of her, pouting her cheeks, her eyes darting around.
For soone as restless as her, sitting still and not saying a word was undoubtedly a form of torture.
Humph!
Damn Xiao Feng brother, actually left here, the smart, brave, and valiant one, really too boring!
"I say, let's not scare ourselves like this." Zhao Guo'an stood up and said, "Old Xiao only said soone might take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, but didn't say there definitely will be."
"So what's your suggestion?" Du Qingyue asked coldly, looking at him.
Zhao Guo'an glanced at the clock on the wall and suggested, "It's this late already, everyone must be hungry, right?
How about I make so late-night snacks, and we eat while we wait?"
"Agree!" The little girl was the first to raise her hand and said, "You need to be full to have the energy to fight."
Without further ado, Zhao Guo'an walked towards the kitchen, circled around, and then ca out again, saying, "Lao Ha took the condints outside, I'll go fetch them."
"Be careful!" Zhen Jinghan warned.
Zhao Guo'an said nonchalantly, "No worries, I have trained. Even if so small thief attacks, it won't matter."
After saying that, he opened the door and left the house.
"Beep!"
The clock on the wall emitted a notification sound, indicating it was already midnight.
"Soone's broken in!"
Lu Yao, who had been staring at the notebook screen, suddenly spoke.
Du Qingyue and Jiang Yixin, sitting on either side of her, instantly turned their gaze to the computer screen, and indeed saw two unfamiliar figures appearing in the surveillance footage of the yard.
"Clang clang clang clang clang..."
This string of long sounds was not unfamiliar to everyone present.
Clearly, it was the sound of a pot hitting the ground, which also ant Zhao Guo'an was attacked.
Without ti for discussion, everyone rushed out.
Sun Shijie, being older, moved slower than the younger and more vigorous others.
Before leaving the door, he looked in the direction of the basent, a hint of concern in his eyes, but still went out with the group.
In the yard, Zhao Guo'an lay motionless beside the stove, not far from him was a fairly new-looking iron pot.
"Tsk tsk, Zhao really has a knack for walking into traps!" The little girl said in an admiringly exasperated tone.
Everyone was speechless, but couldn't argue.
The situation was right in front of them, if Zhao had suggested making snacks a little earlier or later, it wouldn't have ended this way.
But he picked this exact ti to take a risk, making it truly impossible to save him.
"Zhang Qingyang, Ma Jianfeng?" Lu Yao looked at the two n opposite, frowned and said, "Did you offend the new big sister, so you're sent here to die?"
Zhang Qingyang, wearing a black baseball cap, raised his hand, rotating his wrist as he said, "It's fine to say that when Huang Yan is around, but saying it now, aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"
Next to him, Ma Jianfeng in a white suit sneered, "Besides writing so code, what else can you do?
What, plan to write code to kill us both?"
This revealed their identities—mbers of Devil's Concentration Camp.
This confird Xiao Feng's earlier judgnt that Devil's Concentration Camp hadn't disappeared but was temporarily dormant, waiting for the chance to act.
Du Qingyue said nothing, her footsteps quickly advanced, surprisingly taking the lead in the attack.
"Bold!" Zhang Qingyang chuckled, "No wonder you are Huang Yan's woman, just this courage alone is beyond what ordinary won possess.
Why not co with , it's better than being with Huang Yan and always worrying?"
Du Qingyue's face was icy cold, her eyes revealing a trace of undisguised killing intent, like an iceberg, never lting.
Behind her, Jiang Yixin and Lu Yao charged forward closely, and the little girl tied the Human Skin Drum around her waist, signaled to Sun Shijie and Zhen Jinghan, then decisively struck it.
"Boom boom boom boom boom!"
The rapid drumbeats echoed in the courtyard, slightly slowing down the charging montum of Du Qingyue and the other two won, though it didn't seem too obvious, like they weren't greatly affected.
However, Ma Jianfeng and Zhang Qingyang had a "buzz" in their heads, almost tumbling to the ground.
They were aware Xiao Feng and others possessed this item, but knowing was one thing, figuring out a way to defend against it was another.
Soone once suggested wearing micro earphones inside the ears and blocking them outside with earplugs to resist the drumbeat, while resolving communication problems with a wireless microphone.
But after thinking it through, this was not viable because a wireless microphone could transmit spoken words, but also the drumbeat, and through the amplification of micro earphones, the damage could be more severe.
"Receive your death!" Du Qingyue coldly shouted, both hands alternating rapidly, striking Ma Jianfeng multiple tis.
"Bang bang bang bang bang!"
In a blink of an eye, five palm strikes had landed.
Ma Jianfeng's face suddenly turned scarlet, forcibly suppressing the reverse blood rushing to his throat, his fists alternately began to counterattack.
Du Qingyue didn't rush in recklessly, instead withdrew, temporarily avoiding the sharp edge.
On the other side, Zhang Qingyang was in a worse position, with Lu Yao and Jiang Yixin's joint assault catching him off guard, and he was continuously retreating without being able to mount an effective counterattack.
The little girl stopped drumming, synchronizing with the flow to choose the next opportunity to hit the drum.
"Underestimated these won," Zhang Qingyang said in a muffled voice.
Ma Jianfeng gritted his teeth, feeling very stifled inside, and angrily said, "Less chatter, just buy ti!"
The two of them were panting heavily, struggling to cope with the discomfort caused by the drumbeats.
Then suddenly, two seconds later, the drumbeats sounded again.
"Boom boom boom boom boom!"
Ma Jianfeng and Zhang Qingyang both groaned, feeling frustrated from within.
In their minds, without the drumbeat's impact, dealing with these old, weak, and won would be child's play.
But the reality was, right from the start, they were at a disadvantage, and it seed they wouldn't reverse the situation anyti soon.
"Smash that damn drum first!" Ma Jianfeng said ferociously.
However, saying it is easy, doing it is hard; after several attempts to rush in which ended up being thwarted, they nearly lost their lives.
By now, Zhao Guo'an was rescued by Zhen Jinghan and Sun Shijie.
"Divine Doctor Sun, how is he?" Zhen Jinghan asked anxiously.
Sun Shijie removed his fingers from Zhao Guo'an's pulse and reassured, "Don't worry, just unconscious from a heavy blow, he'll wake up at most with a sore neck for two days but nothing else."
Only then did Zhen Jinghan breathe a sigh of relief, placing Zhao Guo'an's head on her lap, eyes filled with affection.
Elsewhere, Lu Yao seized the chance, pulled on the Ruler, emitting a streak of white light.
Ma Jianfeng only felt his throat burning painfully.
He touched it with his hand, his fingers covered in red, his eyes filled with disbelief!
Lu Yao was never known for combat skills, this was well-known among Devil's Concentration Camp instructors, so how was she suddenly so formidable now?!
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