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Chapter 451 The Beginning of Despair

Although Ai Liang had eaten a meal with Fang Donghai, given Ai Liang's personality...

Anyone who isn't truly accepted by Ai Liang from the bottom of her heart.

Let alone Fang Donghai, with whom I've only shared one meal.

Even when Ai Zhe and Feng Yue came, he could still talk about his biological parents in the same tone he used when talking about strangers.

Xia Qiyuan glanced at the information projected onto his retina by the armor: "This is hardly the best part. The real show is yet to come."

"Has the Countermeasures Bureau finally set up the device to seal off the space?" Ai Liang asked casually.

Xia Qiyuan did not answer this question directly, but instead said indirectly, "I haven't used the mark you gave me even once. Maybe I can save it."

Ai Liang immediately understood: "If you want to study the engraving, go ahead, but if you want to deduce the technique of the Apostle Engraving from the crude engraving I gave you, I advise you not to waste your time."

My abilities aren't so outrageous that I could immediately deduce all the techniques of the Mus's Mark by studying it.

That engraving was merely an imprint in appearance; in essence, it was similar to the masks of the Apostles, even simpler than the principle of a closed circuit.

"That's a shame."

Xia Qiyuan said with regret, "However, I feel that you haven't even mastered the appearance. If your mark were imprinted on your hand, it would look like a scar from a donut, much uglier than the Apostle's mark."

Don't you find it disgusting to give a gift to a grown man with such elaborate design?
After inwardly despising Xia Qiyuan, Ai Liang said, "As long as it works."

Such jokes are best kept to oneself and not spoken aloud, because Ai Liang doesn't want to appear too friendly with the Countermeasures Bureau at this stage.

To avoid being labeled by the other party, you can use tags that exploit bonds and emotions.

"Let's not get sidetracked by these things."

Xia Qiyuan steered the conversation back on track: "I hope you can stay by that guy's side and keep an eye on him as much as possible, is that alright?"

Ai Liang nodded in the direction Xia Qiyuan was pointing: "No problem."

"Then it's settled."

Xia Qiyuan floated back into the air, preparing to leave: "An operation may be launched at any time in the next few days. I will use an engraving to give you a hint before the operation begins."

"Aren't we going to leave that masked guy alone?" Ai Liang asked.

Xia Qiyuan didn't even bother to glance at him: "He's just a pawn, don't worry about him. You can handle things here."

After saying that, Xia Qiyuan disappeared and flew into the distance.

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Jin Ping'an, inside the manor, was completely unaware that danger was gradually approaching.

Under the watchful eyes of two bodyguards, he and Cheng Lejia were strolling and chatting aimlessly in the small garden of the manor.

As Jin Ping'an walked, he said anxiously, "Why don't we go back inside? What if the murderer is outside with a sniper rifle? Wouldn't we be sitting ducks walking around the manor like this?"

Before Cheng Lejia could speak, the bodyguard next to him explained, "Please rest assured, the manor is located on a plain, and there are no sniper positions nearby."

Jin Ping'an was stunned for a moment, then gave an awkward laugh.

In the past, Jin Ping'an would have retorted indignantly, "The manor is so big, what if someone sneaks in from under one of the walls?"

But after experiencing a series of events, his mindset has matured, and he is no longer the stubborn, defiant young man he once was.

The sharp edges of youth will eventually be smoothed out by society.

The bodyguards kept only about half a meter away from Jin Ping'an and Cheng Lejia.

With two strangers around, Jin Ping'an didn't know how to comfort Cheng Lejia.

Although Cheng Lejia was used to being followed by bodyguards, he was the one being comforted and was even less likely to speak up on his own initiative.

So the four of them wandered around the garden like a funeral procession carrying a coffin.

Until Jin Ping'an's bladder couldn't hold any longer.

Jin Ping'an, who had drunk a lot of herbal tea in the afternoon but hadn't used the restroom even once, asked his bodyguard, "Excuse me, is there a restroom nearby?"

"Please follow me," the bodyguard said.

Jin Pingan shifted his gaze to Cheng Lejia: "Lejia, you..."

Cheng Lejia shook his head: "No need, I'll wait for you here."

Jin Ping'an nodded and immediately turned to follow the bodyguard who was leading the way.

There are no restrooms near the garden; if you need to use the toilet, you have to go to the nearest house.

Five minutes later, after using the toilet, Jin Pingan quickly rinsed his hands at the sink.

They followed the bodyguard back to where Cheng Lejia was.

But just two minutes after he left, the bodyguard suddenly reached out and stopped Jin Ping'an, gesturing for him to be quiet.

Jin Ping'an didn't react at first, but when he looked at the two blurry figures in the distance, his blood froze.

The bodyguard calmly picked up the walkie-talkie: "The Clock Tower Garden has been attacked by unknown assailants. Repeat, the Clock Tower Garden has been attacked by unknown assailants!"

"Le Jia!!!"

As the bodyguard requested backup, Jin Ping'an rushed out without hesitation.

When people encounter dangerous situations, their brains are unable to think and they will only act according to their instincts.

Jin Ping'an is like that.

"Do not impulse!"

The bodyguard, who was half-crouching, tried to stop Jin Ping'an, but it was too late.

When they saw the person wearing the crying face mask, they grabbed Cheng Lejia by the neck and lifted him up.

Jin Ping'an completely disregarded the advice to wait for support and not to act rashly.

Fear and anger took hold of his body, causing him to rush forward recklessly.

Fang Donghai, wearing a crying face mask, saw Jin Ping'an and a flash of anger appeared in his eyes.

The hand gripping Cheng Lejia's neck tightened even more.

Click.

As soon as Jin Ping'an walked in, Fang Donghai used his wrist and fingers together to twist Cheng Lejia's neck in front of him.

Cheng Lejia is dead.

There were no grand gunfights, nor any cinematic process of the two of them working together to use the manor environment to evade the killer.

Accidents can happen so suddenly and cruelly.

He's like that crucian carp that a customer has chosen at the market.

One second he was swimming happily in the garden with Jin Ping'an, the next second he was scooped up by the fishmonger and chopped down.

Jin Ping'an's pupils shrank rapidly.

Looking at Cheng Lejia's limp hands, he abandoned his last shred of reason.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!"

Jin Ping'an let out a desperate wail and rushed forward empty-handed.

Jin Ping'an knew that he was no match for others as he was unarmed, but even if it cost him his life, he was determined to vent his anger.

Whether it's scratching the other person or gouging out their eyes with your fingers.

No matter what, you have to take a piece of flesh from the other party.

But reality is reality; the enemy won't willingly drop their weapons and fight you just because you're empty-handed.

Fang Donghai threw down Cheng Lejia and took out the short sword that the Thousand-Faced Man had given him from his pocket.

There should be two more chapters after midnight... probably.

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