vrcanaries Chapter 598
Chapter 598
He Yuzhu took a deep breath and tried to calm the surging emotions in his heart.
He raised his hand and carefully adjusted the straight black windbreaker on his body. The corners of the coat were gently smoothed out, and every wrinkle disappeared.
Then, he walked steadily towards the gate of the yard with steady and powerful steps.
At this moment, the quiet dark night is like a huge curtain, and a thrilling adventure is about to slowly begin under the cover of this thick night.
In this world of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak and dangers abound, there is a strange rule that seems absurd but actually contains endless wisdom for survival - as long as I change fast enough, the enemy won't be able to find me.
For those who are caught in the vortex of struggles among various forces and are shrouded in the clouds of danger every day and night, frequently changing hiding places is like a prey in the dark and deep jungle, constantly changing its whereabouts in an attempt to escape the hunter's relentless and deadly pursuit.
However, He Yuzhu is no ordinary hunter. He is extremely meticulous and no clues can escape his eyes. His methods are endless and unpredictable.
In this silent contest with Gao Kening, which was thrilling but without the flash of swords, He Yuzhu had already made careful arrangements in secret and quietly kept a backup plan.
He used an extremely secret and almost lost ancient method to cleverly plant a tracking mark on Gao Kening.
This mark is like an invisible but tough silk thread, silently and tightly entwining the two people together.
No matter how cautious Gao Kening acted thereafter, no matter how hard he tried to hide in the intricate, winding and deep streets and alleys of Haojiang, as long as he had not set foot on this turbulent land, he was destined to be unable to escape He Yuzhu's tight control like a dragnet.
As time passed quietly in the night, the hustle and bustle of the city had long since died down, and the clock at 12 o'clock midnight rang mercilessly like the verdict of fate.
He Yuzhu stood alone in a high-end residential area. This area seemed to be forgotten by the prosperity. The night was so quiet that it made people feel chilling, just like a lurking sleeping giant that might wake up at any time.
The street lights on both sides of the street are arranged in an orderly manner, emitting a dim and soft light, just like an ancient candlelight, outlining mottled light and shadows on the ground, like a mysterious painting.
The breeze blew gently, and the branches and leaves of the roadside trees rustled. The sound was like a low nocturne, adding a mysterious atmosphere to the dead silent night.
The windows of every household around were covered tightly with heavy curtains, not a single light could seep through, as if behind every window, there was an unfathomable, unknown secret.
He Yuzhu drove the sleek black car slowly forward in the quiet residential area. The wheels made a slight sound when rubbing against the ground, as if playing a low prelude in the silence.
His eyes were like the stars in a cold night, cold and sharp. He did not miss any slight movement and examined his surroundings vigilantly.
When the car reached a secluded corner some distance away from Gao Kening's new residence, He Yuzhu lightly stepped on the brakes and the car stopped steadily.
He gently pushed open the car door, his movements as slow as a cat stalking in the night, for fear of disturbing the tranquility.
He Yuzhu tapped the ground with his toes, bent his knees and exerted force. The powerful force that had been accumulated in his body instantly burst out. His figure flashed like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye he landed steadily on a sturdy tree next to him.
The tree trunk shook slightly due to his swift leap, and the leaves rustled, but soon returned to calm.
He Yuzhu stood on the tree branch, his posture straight, like a descending god of war, exuding an inviolable majesty.
After a brief pause, he exerted force again, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot. In just a breath, he appeared on the adjacent roof.
He shuttled quickly between the rooftops like a ghost in the darkness. Every quick flash was accompanied by a slight sound of wind, which was like a war song played in the night, cheering and paying tribute to his arrival.
With his agility, He Yuzhu quickly moved through the streets and alleys and soon arrived outside Gao Kening's residence.
This three-and-a-half-story luxury villa adopts a unique European architectural style and is particularly eye-catching in this high-end residential area.
In the moonlight, the villa's pointed roof and carved railings cast long shadows, adding a sense of mystery.
He Yuzhu held his breath, used the big tree next to the villa as cover, and climbed onto the roof silently.
He crouched down and approached the attic cautiously.
The attic window was half-closed. In the dim moonlight, He Yuzhu saw two figures walking back and forth inside.
The two men were holding weapons, looking nervous, their eyes fixed on the road outside, not missing any movement.
The moonlight occasionally shines on the weapons in their hands, reflecting a cold light, as if telling of the impending danger.
However, they had no idea that danger was quietly approaching their heads like a ghost, and a thrilling contest was about to begin.
He Yuzhu crouched down and observed with bated breath for a long time in a corner of the roof.
The night sky is like a piece of deep black jade, with only a few stars twinkling, barely adding a bit of light to the night.
He took a deep breath, and then like a flash of black lightning, he slid down the outer wall nimbly, and his feet landed steadily and accurately on the balcony.
On the balcony, several pots of flowers and plants had long since withered. The dry branches and leaves swayed gently in the chilly night breeze, making a slight rustling sound, as if whispering the unspeakable uneasiness deep in the owner's heart.
He Yuzhu's eyes were as sharp as torches, and without any hesitation, he took advantage of the cover of night and flashed into the house like a ghost, quietly and silently.
As soon as I stepped into the house, a pungent and strong smell of alcohol hit me in the face, making me almost nauseous. It was obvious that Gao Kening drank a lot of wine before going to bed.
He Yuzhu's eyes quickly swept towards the bed, and saw Gao Kening lying on the bed with his legs spread out, snoring loudly, with a trace of saliva at the corner of his mouth. He was sleeping soundly and had no idea that an uninvited guest had sneaked into the room.
He Yuzhu glanced at Gao Kening coldly and sneered in his heart.
In countless novels, movies and TV dramas that I have come across in the past, the villains seem to be cast under some strange curse and can never escape the fate of “dying from talking too much”.
Whenever the situation is critical, they become obsessed with self-showing off and lengthy sermons, completely ignoring the fleeting opportunities of battle, and ultimately end up with a miserable end in regret.
He Yuzhu would never repeat such a stupid mistake. At this moment, his eyes were as firm as iron, his lips were tightly closed, and his aura was restrained and deep.
He took a steady step forward and slowly raised his right palm. The internal force in his palm was like a turbulent undercurrent, condensing the profound foundation of years of hard practice. There seemed to be a trace of electric current running in the air, making a slight "sizzling" sound.
In a flash, He Yuzhu exerted his strength suddenly, with overwhelming force, and hit Gao Kening's chest hard.
This palm contained tremendous force. The air was instantly compressed, forming a visible air wave.
Under the impact of this huge force, Gao Kening's body trembled violently as if struck by lightning. His whole body seemed to be grasped by an invisible big hand. His feet left the ground and then he was thrown backwards heavily.
When he landed on the ground, he was already motionless, his eyes wide open, full of disbelief, as if even in the last moments of his life, he could not understand why he had been defeated so quickly and so thoroughly, and was ruthlessly slapped into endless darkness by this fatal palm, as if he had fallen into another silent world.
In the turbulent business world, He Yuzhu and Gao Kening were originally competitors in the business world, and the conflict between the two sides initially stemmed from normal competition in the business world.
In order to compete for market share and gain more profits, we should follow business rules to solve problems.
However, Gao Kening is narrow-minded and cannot bear to see He Yuzhu gain the upper hand in this business game.
Driven by interests and jealousy, he made a crazy and vicious decision - sending a killer to assassinate He Yuzhu.
Those killers were hired by Gao Kening. They were like ghosts in the dark night, wearing black tights, holding sharp daggers, and hiding in the shadows of street corners.
Their eyes were cold and emotionless, and they were constantly observing their surroundings, waiting for their target to show up.
As long as He Yuzhu stepped into their attack range, they would pounce on him like a hungry wolf and carry out the assassination with extremely cruel means.
Fortunately, He Yuzhu has special abilities and can keenly perceive changes in the surrounding environment.
At the critical moment when the killer was about to launch the attack, he felt something in his heart and realized that danger was approaching.
He flashed and moved as agilely as a ghost, quickly avoiding the killers' fatal blow.
The killers' sharp blades brushed against the corners of his clothes again and again, bringing a slight breeze, but they could never hurt him at all.
Seeing that the assassination attempt failed, Gao Kening became more ruthless. He decided to go all out and carefully planned an even more dangerous raid along the route that He Yuzhu had to pass.
A modified van, completely black, like a giant beast lurking in the dark night. The engine let out a low roar, and it suddenly rushed out from its hiding place and rushed towards He Yuzhu at an almost crazy speed.
As the van approached, the window was rolled down, and several black gun muzzles, shining coldly under the dim street lights, were aimed directly at He Yuzhu.
In an instant, the silence of the street was broken by a burst of dense and harsh gunfire. Bullets filled with murderous intent shot towards He Yuzhu like a torrential rain.
Faced with this sudden life-and-death crisis, He Yuzhu's aura suddenly changed, and with his mysterious and special abilities, he instantly entered an extraordinary state.
His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's and his body was agile. He dodged left and right in the hail of bullets. Every movement was precise and swift, just like an agile cheetah moving freely in the jungle, narrowly avoiding fatal bullets time and time again.
Living in a society that seems prosperous on the surface but is actually turbulent, He Yuzhu knows clearly in his mind that it is futile to ask the police for help.
The world is still ruled by the law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak and people eat each other.
Although the police have a set of established procedures when handling cases, the network of interests behind the business world is intricate and complex, with various forces hindering each other. How can it be easy to sort out and thoroughly investigate the truth?
In this business battlefield filled with blood and conspiracy, if one does not have one's own military force to back him up and lacks strong forces to rely on, he will be like a rootless duckweed and will not be able to gain a foothold at all.
Everything Gao Kening has done during this period has severely touched He Yuzhu's bottom line. This is intolerable, and he must take action to fight back.
The night was as dark as ink, so thick that it could not be dissolved, covering the entire city.
He Yuzhu took advantage of the pitch-black night and moved silently. With his agility and ghost-like movements, he resolutely sneaked towards Gao Kening's residence.
He walked lightly, each step was steady and firm, and his eyes were resolute, as if declaring to this dark world that he would never sit and wait for death, and would seek justice for himself.
In the dim room, Gao Kening slumped comfortably in the carved mahogany chair, a smug smile on the corner of his mouth. The miserable scene of He Yuzhu's complete defeat had already been pictured in his mind, and he couldn't help but chuckle.
Just as he was immersed in the illusory joy of victory, a dark shadow emerged silently from behind him.
He Yuzhu's figure was as quiet as a ghost, his eyes flashed with a cold light, and without the slightest hesitation, he immediately circulated the vital energy in his body, condensing it into a sharp force, and sent it into Gao Kening's body with incredible precision.
This vital energy was like an awakening ancient dragon, rushing through Gao Kening's meridians with overwhelming force.
In an instant, a faint but fatal "click" sound was heard from inside the body, and Gao Kening's heart meridian had been broken by this tremendous force.
Gao Kening's body suddenly trembled violently, and his originally smug expression instantly disappeared without a trace like a cloud swept away by a strong wind, and was replaced by a face full of fear and despair.
He opened his mouth wide, trying to cry for help, but his throat seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible hand and he couldn't make a sound.
His eyes were as big as bells, filled with fear and unwillingness of death, and his body fell backwards uncontrollably.
With a dull thud, he fell heavily to the ground, thus ending his sinful life.
This painless and instantly fatal way of death was really too easy for Gao Kening, whose hands were stained with the blood of countless innocent people and who had committed countless evil deeds.
He should have been cut into pieces and paid a more painful price for his unspeakable sins.
But He Yuzhu knew very well that it was not advisable to stay here for long. The longer the delay, the more dangerous it would be.
He quickly glanced around; the furnishings in the room were still in disarray. Those ornaments, calligraphy and paintings that symbolized Gao Kening's extravagant life were now nothing more than a pile of worthless vulgar objects in his eyes.
Without touching anything, he turned and walked back in the direction he came from.
He Yuzhu's footsteps were light and steady, and each step was silent. His figure was looming in the darkness, just like a meteor that streaked across the night sky, disappearing in a flash.
Soon, he disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind only the empty room and the gradually cooling corpse on the ground, witnessing the thrilling scene that had just happened.