Siheyuan: My wife is Xu Huizhen

Chapter 597

On the balcony, several pots of flowers and plants that were once full of vitality have now withered and died. The dry branches and leaves swayed gently in the chilly night breeze, making a subtle and sad rustling sound. The sound seemed to be a low hum from another world, as if telling of the unspeakable anxiety buried deep in the owner's heart.

He Yuzhu's eyes were as sharp as torches, revealing unquestionable firmness and courage. Without the slightest hesitation, he took advantage of the perfect cover of the inky night and flashed like a ghost, like an invisible shadow, quietly and silently slipping into the house.

As soon as he stepped into the house, a pungent, strong and disgusting smell of alcohol hit him in the face. The smell of alcohol was like an invisible net that instantly enveloped He Yuzhu and almost suffocated him. It was obvious that Gao Kening must have drunk a lot of wine before going to bed.

He Yuzhu's sight was like a sharp ray, quickly sweeping towards the bed, only to see Gao Kening lying on the bed with his legs spread out, his snoring sounding like rolling thunder, one after another, with a trace of saliva at the corner of his mouth. He was sleeping soundly, completely immersed in his own dreams, and had no idea that an uninvited guest had sneaked into the room.

He Yuzhu glanced coldly at Gao Kening's defenseless body and sneered in his heart.

In the countless novels, movies and TV dramas he had come across in the past, those villains seemed to be haunted by some mysterious and strange curse, and were always unable to escape the tragic fate of "dying from talking too much".

Whenever the situation reached the most critical and tense moment, they seemed to be under a spell, intoxicated with the illusory pleasure of self-showoff, and began lengthy and tedious sermons, completely ignoring the fleeting opportunity of war like a meteor across the sky.

In the end, one can only meet his miserable end in endless regret and despair.

He Yuzhu would not be foolish enough to repeat such a mistake, at this moment, his eyes were as firm as iron, as if they were made of steel, his lips were tightly closed, and the aura around him was restrained and deep, like a volcano that was about to erupt but was temporarily suppressed.

He took steady steps forward, each step was firm and powerful, and he slowly raised his right palm. The internal force in his palm was like a surging undercurrent. That internal force condensed the profound foundation accumulated from his years of hard practice, as if it was the gathering of countless forces.

At this moment, there seemed to be a trace of electric current running in the air, making a subtle but clear "sizzling" sound, as if playing the prelude to the upcoming fatal blow.

In a flash, He Yuzhu exerted force suddenly, and the force was like an overwhelming tidal wave, carrying endless power, and hit Gao Kening's chest fiercely.

This palm seemed to carry the force of a thousand pounds of thunder. The surrounding air was instantly squeezed to the extreme and condensed into a sharp air wave that seemed to be real.

Under the impact of this overwhelming force, Gao Kening's body trembled violently as if struck by a bolt from the blue.

The whole person seemed to be grasped tightly by an invisible giant hand from the Nine Nether Hell. His feet left the ground instantly, and then he was thrown backwards heavily like a kite with a broken string.

When he landed on the ground, he was already motionless, his eyes were wide open, full of disbelief, as if until the last second of his life, he was still wondering why he was defeated so quickly and thoroughly in this battle.

Just like that, he was ruthlessly slammed into the endless dark abyss by this fatal palm, as if he had fallen into a strange world where everything was silent and motionless.

In the turbulent and undercurrent-filled business world, He Yuzhu and Gao Kening are inherently fierce competitors in the business world.

The conflict between the two parties initially stemmed from normal competition in the business world.

In order to compete for limited market share and obtain greater profits, business should be based on following established business rules to solve problems.

However, Gao Kening was a narrow-minded person and could not bear to see He Yuzhu gradually gain the upper hand in this business game.

Under the temptation of interests and the crazy influence of jealousy, the evil thoughts in his heart grew like weeds, and he made a crazy and vicious decision - to send a killer to assassinate He Yuzhu at a huge cost.

The killers hired by Gao Kening were like ghosts crawling out from the depths of the dark night. They were dressed in tight black nightgowns, holding sharp daggers that flashed a chilling light, and hiding silently in the thick, inky shadows on the street corners.

Their eyes were icy cold, without a trace of emotion, and they were like machines, vigilantly observing every move around them, just waiting for their target He Yuzhu to show up.

As long as He Yuzhu stepped into the attack range they carefully set, he would instantly transform into a ferocious hungry wolf and pounce on him at an extremely fast speed, ready to implement the assassination plan with extremely cruel means.

Fortunately, He Yuzhu has a special ability that allows him to keenly perceive subtle changes in the surrounding environment.

At the critical moment when the killers were about to launch a fatal attack, he suddenly felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart and clearly realized that the danger was approaching step by step.

His figure was as fast as lightning, flashing by, his movements as agile as a ghost, and with incredible speed, he quickly avoided the killers' long-prepared fatal blow.

The sharp blades in the killers' hands brushed against the corners of his clothes again and again, bringing up a hint of cold wind, but they could never hurt him at all.

When Gao Kening saw that the assassination plan had failed, the rage in his heart not only did not subside, but became even stronger.

He decided to go all out and carefully planned a more dangerous and deadly raid on He Yuzhu's daily route.

A carefully modified van, like a beast lurking in the dark night, is completely black and exudes a terrifying aura.

The engine let out a low, suppressed roar, as if announcing the impending fatal attack.

In an instant, the van shot out from a hidden corner like an arrow and rushed towards He Yuzhu at an almost crazy speed.

As the distance continued to shorten, the car window was rolled down with a swish. Under the dim street lights, several black gun muzzles with a cold metallic luster were aimed squarely at He Yuzhu.

In a flash, the dead silence of the street was broken by a burst of dense and sharp gunfire. Bullets, filled with strong murderous intent, poured towards He Yuzhu like a torrential rain.

Faced with this life-and-death crisis, He Yuzhu's aura suddenly changed. Relying on his mysterious special abilities, he instantly entered a state of transcendence.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, able to accurately capture the trajectory of each bullet; his body was as agile as lightning, dodging left and right in the hail of bullets, and every movement was precise and swift, like a cheetah moving freely in the jungle, narrowly avoiding fatal bullets on the verge of death time and time again.

He Yuzhu lives in a society that seems prosperous and bustling, but is actually full of undercurrents and crises. His heart is as clear as a mirror.

He knew very well that in such a situation, asking the police for help would be futile.

The world still follows the law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak and people eat each other. Although the police have established procedures for handling cases, the network of interests behind the business world is intricate and complex, and various forces are involved and restrained by each other. How can it be easy to sort out the clues and find out the truth?

In this business battlefield filled with blood and conspiracy, if one does not have one's own military force as a solid backing and lacks strong forces as a powerful support, one will be like a rootless duckweed and will not be able to gain a foothold at all.

Everything Gao Kening had done during this period of time had deeply hurt He Yuzhu's bottom line. This was intolerable!

He Yuzhu was burning with anger. He knew that he had to take decisive action and give the other party a powerful counterattack, otherwise he would be in an even more dangerous situation.

The night was as dark as ink, so thick that it could not be dissolved, like a huge and heavy black velvet carpet hanging down from the sky, tightly covering the entire city.

The streets were dead silent, the hustle and bustle of the day completely gone. Only the occasional barking of dogs from a distance abruptly broke the seemingly frozen silence, echoing in the cold air, adding a somewhat eerie feeling.

He Yuzhu took advantage of the pitch-black night, like a cheetah hiding in the dark abyss, exuding a murderous aura and moving silently.

He was wearing a well-tailored black suit, the fabric was soft yet tough, fitting his sturdy figure.

At this moment, his movements were smooth and natural, and his every move was neat. Every posture seemed carefully carved, as if it blended perfectly with the inky night. He turned into a misty shadow in it, just like a ghost, and sneaked towards Gao Kening's residence without hesitation and resolutely.

His footsteps were so light that it almost defied common sense. It was as if he was stepping on clouds when he landed. Not a sound could escape. Each step was steady and firm. The moment his feet touched the ground, it seemed to carry a tremendous force, yet was cleverly hidden in the silence, as if he was measuring the distance to the end of revenge with his steps in the darkness.

There was determination in his eyes, a kind of firmness that showed he would never bow to fate and would never sit still and wait for death. The light in his eyes was like a lone star in the cold night, piercing through layers of darkness, as if loudly declaring to this world ruled by darkness, full of injustice and oppression, that he would seek justice for himself that was long overdue and could not be delayed any further.

The dim room was airtight and the air seemed to be thick with a layer of haze.

The candle flame struggled and swayed in the darkness, and the faint light was like a lonely soul that would be swallowed by the darkness at any time. The light and shadow danced freely on the mottled wall, as if ghosts were having a weird carnival.

Gao Kening was comfortably sinking into the carved mahogany chair. The chair was made of rare materials and exquisite workmanship. Every delicate carving was carefully carved by skilled craftsmen over several months. The kirin relief on the back of the chair was lifelike, as if baring its fangs and dancing, demonstrating its extraordinary momentum. It was an undisputed symbol of his identity and status, and carried the glorious achievements he had accumulated over many years of hard work in the business world.

At this moment, he was wearing a well-tailored silk gown with the corners of his clothes slightly raised, and a smug arc appeared at the corners of his mouth. That arc was full of deep contempt and disdain for He Yuzhu, as if He Yuzhu was just an ant in his eyes that could be easily crushed.

He closed his eyes slightly, and his mind involuntarily outlined the miserable scene of He Yuzhu's complete defeat: He Yuzhu's hair was disheveled, his face was covered in dust, his knees banged heavily on the cold ground, his hands were clasped together, begging bitterly, his eyes full of despair and helplessness, while he looked down at him, sitting upright on the chair that symbolized power, and laughing at the other's incompetence wantonly. His laughter was like a sharp blade, trying to cut He Yuzhu's last dignity into pieces.

As he thought about it, he couldn't help but laugh softly. The laughter was dry and sharp, echoing in the almost suffocatingly silent room. Every sound seemed to come from the Netherworld, and it was particularly eerie, as if it could awaken the devil sleeping in the depths of darkness.

In the turbulent and unpredictable business district of Haojing, He Yuzhu seemed to be possessed, devoting countless days and nights unreservedly to the investigation of the Fu Laorong family and the Gao Kening family.

His study has become a maze of information, with all kinds of documents piled up like mountains and looking precarious.

The walls are covered with densely packed and intricate network diagrams. Every line and every mark is like a spider silk that he carefully wove with his wisdom and sweat, carrying his hard work and expectations.

He Yuzhu is like a tireless detective, repeatedly comparing and screening this massive amount of information, conducting meticulous analysis like peeling off silk threads from an onion.

Countless early mornings, he still frowned under the light, pondering over the documents.

Finally, hard work pays off. He Yuzhu finally confirmed that this seemingly ordinary and unremarkable mansion was not part of the Gao Kening family's staggeringly large assets.

He Yuzhu stood in front of the window, and the brightly lit night scene of Haojiang River spread out before his eyes like a dazzling painting.

The streets were busy with traffic, and the noise could be faintly heard, but it failed to disturb his inner thoughts at all.

Ever since Gao Kening sent people to assassinate and attack him, He Yuzhu was keenly aware that Gao Kening must also be guarding against his revenge.

He thought to himself that if he were in Gao Kening's situation, changing residence would be the simplest and most effective way to protect himself.

A complex and indecipherable look flashed across He Yuzhu's eyes for a moment.

There was a mixture of contempt for Gao Kening's cunning way of dealing with people, which he felt was nothing more than a trick; but there was also a hint of sincere admiration for his opponent's cautious attitude. After all, in this treacherous business world, it was not easy to have such thorough considerations.

One has to admit that Gao Kening is indeed a meticulous and shrewd person, and he calculates every move accurately.

But all this could not shake He Yuzhu's firm determination to uncover the truth.

He came here from afar just to reveal all the secrets hidden in the depths of darkness to the world without reservation and to bring justice to the world.