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"laugh!"

A faint yet sharp sound of something cutting through the air rang out without warning!
Followed by.

With a soft "thud"!
A chilling glint of light, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, landed with pinpoint accuracy on the concrete ground less than an inch in front of Zhao Yong's left shoe! It was a uniquely shaped throwing knife, its blade long and narrow, gleaming with a ghostly blue light. The hilt was embedded in the hard ground, and the end was still trembling slightly, emitting a low hum!
Zhao Yong froze instantly, looking down at the throwing knife that was almost touching the tip of his shoe, his pupils contracting slightly.

Footsteps came from behind a pillar on the other side of the garage, unhurried and slow.

Blade's iconic tall and aloof figure emerged step by step.

He was still wearing that simple black combat uniform, his face expressionless, only his eyes, as cold as ice that had never melted, were fixed on Zhao Yong.

"Zhao Yong".

Blade spoke, his voice colder than his eyes.

"Anyone who dares to mess with the Crown Prince must first get past my throwing knife."

Zhao Yong slowly raised his head and looked at Daofeng. Instead of fear, his eyes blazed with a fierce fighting spirit! It was the excitement and defiance of someone who had been suppressed for a long time and had finally found an opponent!
"Blade!"

Zhao Yong's voice sounded somewhat rough due to his excitement.

"Anbang's number one expert? I've been wanting to test my skills for a long time! I've never had the chance, but today is the perfect day!"

He took a sudden step forward, his left foot landing right next to the throwing knife. The force of his foot caused the concrete ground to tremble slightly.

"Everyone says your throwing knives never miss, and they're as fast as lightning. Coincidentally, I, Zhao Yong, am also best known for my fast knives! Today, let's have a contest to see if your throwing knives are faster, or my knife!"

A palpable fighting spirit surged from Zhao Yong's body. He reached behind his waist and with a swift motion, a gleaming blade flashed, revealing a short, cold knife about a foot and a half long with a slightly curved blade in his hand! The light of the blade reflected on his resolute face, radiating a chilling killing intent!
Dao Feng's eyes flickered slightly. His right hand seemed to hang casually at his side, but between his fingers, two more identical dark blue throwing knives appeared, and his fingertips gently caressed Dao Feng.

Two masters stood guard, one wielding a short sword with overwhelming momentum, the other brandishing a throwing knife with unwavering composure. The underground parking garage seemed to have transformed into an ancient Roman gladiatorial arena, the air thick with tension, almost suffocating.

Qin Luo had already stepped back a few paces, leaning against a nearby pillar with his arms crossed, looking like he was ready to watch a good show. A duel between experts, especially a clash between top experts from within Anbang, was a rare opportunity.

However, at this critical moment when tensions were running high and a conflict was about to erupt—

"Ring ring... Ring ring..."

A jarring cell phone ringtone rang out from Zhao Yong's pocket at an extremely inopportune moment!
The sudden sound was like a needle piercing a balloon stretched to its limit. Zhao Yong frowned deeply, a flash of annoyance at being disturbed crossing his face. But he seemed to take the call very seriously. After hesitating for less than half a second, he quickly put away his short knife and took out his phone with his free left hand.

After glancing at the caller ID, Zhao Yong's expression changed slightly. He immediately walked to the side, turned his back to the two of them, and answered the call in a low voice.

"Hello?...Yes!...Understood!...I'll be right there!"

The call was very brief, lasting less than ten seconds. After hanging up, the fighting spirit on Zhao Yong's face was completely replaced by a sense of urgency and seriousness.

He didn't even glance at Blade and Qin Luo again, only saying a few words hastily.

"Let's fight again next time!"

After saying that, he moved with the agility of a cheetah, rushing towards the garage exit. In a few leaps, he disappeared around the corner, arriving suddenly and leaving even faster.

Dao Feng frowned slightly, looking in the direction Zhao Yong had disappeared, and the throwing knife between his fingers vanished silently.

He turned around and nodded slightly to Qin Luo.

"Your Highness, you've been frightened."

Qin Luo waved his hand, a hint of regret on his face.

"What a pity, we didn't get to see a good show."

He patted off non-existent dust from his body.

"Let's go to Imperial City No. 1."

……

Meanwhile, inside Qiu Qinyun's heavily guarded villa in the suburbs.

In the luxurious yet cold living room, Qiu Qinyun sat alone on the large sofa, holding a glass of red wine that had long since gone cold, but she didn't drink a drop.

Her face was still somewhat pale, and a lingering sense of unease remained in her eyes.

Recalling the scene in the pavilion that morning, where Qin Luo had silently drugged her, leaving her paralyzed and powerless to resist, lying on the stone table like a lamb to the slaughter, a chill ran down her spine.

The fear of completely losing control of one's body is far more terrifying than the direct threat of swords and knives.

Qin Luo's methods are simply unpredictable! How exactly did he administer the drug? What was the formula for that anesthetic? Its effects were so potent, yet its wear-off was so perfectly timed… This young man is far more dangerous and unfathomable than she imagined!
What terrified her even more was that Qin Luo's confident tone before leaving directly pointed out that the assassination was carried out by Crown Prince Hui.

He knows! He must have already traced it back to Xiao Hui!
Given the ruthlessness and decisiveness Qin Luo displayed today, would he let the mastermind behind his assassination go unpunished? Absolutely not!

Xiao Hui is in danger! He must be sent away immediately, out of Mindu, or even abroad! The farther the better! We'll figure something out once things calm down.

Thinking of this, Qiu Qinyun could no longer sit still.

Just as she was about to get up, the Buddha's large, stout figure appeared silently at the living room doorway.

He sat in his wheelchair, his face bearing his usual respect and a hint of barely perceptible solemnity.

"Madam Yun, the ship has been arranged. It's a cargo ship that runs the Southeast Asia route. It will be at the outer berth of Pier 7 at 11 PM tonight. The captain is one of our people, and we can trust him. Once on board, we'll go directly to the Philippines. I've already arranged for someone to meet us there, and his identity and accommodation have been prepared."

The Buddha's voice was very low.

A resolute glint flashed in Qiu Qinyun's eyes.

"Alright! Let's not delay. As for Xiaohui..."

"We've already notified Young Master Hui, and told him to stay where he is and not move. We're coming to pick him up."

"That's what the Buddha replied."

Qiu Qinyun immediately took out her phone and dialed Prince Hui's number. The phone rang for a long time before being answered, and Prince Hui's impatient and wary voice came through.

"Mom? What's wrong now?"

"Xiaohui, listen to me, don't ask anything now, just stay where you are, don't go anywhere, and don't see anyone!"

Qiu Qinyun's tone was urgent and stern.

"I'll bring people to pick you up right away and get you out of Mindu! Qin Luo has already found you; it's too dangerous here!" "Leave? I'm not leaving!"

Prince Hui's voice suddenly rose, filled with paranoia and madness.

"Why should I leave? He's the one who should leave! Mom, are you scared? Let me tell you, I have a backup plan! I..."

"Shut up!"

Qiu Qinyun interrupted him sharply, her voice trembling with anxiety and anger.

"Do you know what Qin Luo did to me today? He could kill us with a flick of his wrist! If you don't leave now, you're just waiting to die! Listen to me! Wait patiently!"

Perhaps it was the panic in Qiu Qinyun's tone that infected him, or perhaps his fear of Qin Luo finally overwhelmed his madness. After a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, Prince Hui finally reluctantly hummed in agreement.

After hanging up the phone, Qiu Qinyun took a deep breath and said to Buddha.

"Gather Zhao Yong, Luo Qingyan, and the eight people we trust most, and set off immediately! Remember, it must be done discreetly!"

"Yes!"

The Buddha responded and maneuvered his wheelchair to retreat.

Before long, Zhao Yong's tall figure appeared at the villa entrance like an iron tower. He had rushed back as quickly as possible after receiving the call.

Immediately afterwards, Luo Qingyan arrived with several capable subordinates.

Qiu Qinyun didn't explain further, but simply waved her hand with a solemn expression.

"set off!"

The group of people boarded three ordinary-looking but bulletproof black vans and quietly drove out of the villa area, blending into the evening city traffic, and sped towards an abandoned factory area in the west of the city where Prince Hui was hiding.

Qiu Qinyun thought her actions were discreet, but she never expected that from the moment she returned to the villa, her every move had been observed by a pair of eyes hidden in the shadows, eyes full of professional sensitivity.

Not far from the villa area, behind a green belt, sat a dirty, dilapidated Jetta sedan, its original color almost unrecognizable. Inside, a man wearing a wrinkled jacket, with a stubble beard but unusually bright eyes, was holding a telephoto lens, staring intently in the direction of the villa exit.

The footage clearly captured Qiu Qinyun, Zhao Yong, Buddha, Luo Qingyan, and others getting into the car and leaving.

The man put down his camera, a look of excitement mixed with confusion on his face, muttering to himself.

"Something's not right...something's really wrong! Qiu Qinyun looks so pale, and she's been staying home ever since she got back. Now she's rushed out overnight with almost all of her core experts...something big is definitely happening! Big news!"

He was Qin Luo's old classmate who became a paparazzi after graduation, using the stage name "Li Shanshan" but whose real name was Zhang Shanshan. Relying on his paparazzi intuition and persistent relentlessness, coupled with some information that Qin Luo inadvertently revealed, he had long been keeping an eye on Qiu Qinyun's line, feeling that he could definitely dig up some juicy gossip.

Seeing the three vans drive away, Zhang Shanshan didn't hesitate to start his beat-up Jetta, which was on the verge of falling apart at any moment, and followed them from a distance.

"Stay close... Whether I can dig up an exclusive scoop and become a top journalist depends on this one!"

His eyes gleamed as he stared intently at the faintly visible taillights ahead. His professional instincts and gambler's excitement made him completely forget the enormous risks of following such a person.

In the western part of the city, in a remote, abandoned villa located near the mountainside.

Far from the city center, surrounded by dense woods, the villa itself had fallen into disrepair due to a property dispute years ago. Without water and electricity, its walls were crumbling and overgrown with vines, making it a haven for snakes, insects, and rodents—a place rarely visited by anyone. Yet, at this moment, it became the last refuge of Prince Hui, Li Guanghui.

In a dimly lit room on the second floor of the villa, which was barely intact and completely covered by thick curtains, the air was filled with dust, mildew, and an oppressive restlessness and aggression.

Prince Hui had just abruptly hung up the phone call from his mother, Qiu Qinyun. His face was contorted with extreme anger and resentment, and his chest heaved violently.

He slammed his phone onto the dusty, worn-out sofa with a dull thud.

"Leave? You want me to leave again?!"

He growled in a low voice, like a trapped beast, pacing back and forth in the cluttered space, the broken glass and wood chips under his feet crunching loudly.

"Last time I was kicked out of Anbang Building like a dog and had to hide! Now they want me to leave Fuzhou? Go abroad? Go into hiding? Live in fear like a wanted criminal?!"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, and suddenly kicked a crooked wooden table next to him, causing the already shaky table to collapse.

"Who was I, Li Guanghui, before? The number one playboy in Fudu! Prince Hui! Wherever I went, I was always surrounded by followers. What couldn't I get? Which female celebrity or model didn't throw themselves at me? Which boss or official didn't respectfully call me Young Master Hui?"

He was panting heavily, his eyes filled with nostalgia for his past life of extravagance and indulgence, and deep hatred for his current situation.

"And now? I'm hiding in this godforsaken place like a rat! I can't eat or sleep well! I don't even dare to go out for some fresh air! Qin Luo... it's all because of that damned Qin Luo! He stole everything from me! Now even my mother wants to send me away like trash! I'm not reconciled! I won't leave!"

In the room, besides the seemingly deranged Prince Hui, there were two other people.

A short, stocky man dressed in black samurai attire, with a gloomy face and two samurai swords, one long and one short, slung at his waist, was none other than Hikawa Okazaka.

He sat cross-legged in the shadows of the corner, closing his eyes to rest, seemingly oblivious to Prince Hui's roar.

The other one is Xie Yuting.

Today she changed into a black, tight-fitting leather outfit that allowed for easy movement, which accentuated her stunning figure.

She sat on the only relatively clean chair by the window, holding a small, sharp fruit knife, slowly peeling an apple.

The apples were a vibrant red, with smooth skin, and stood out strikingly in the dim light. They were said to be a variety specially airlifted from Mount Fuji.

She seemed completely unaffected by Prince Hui's emotions. The knife sliced ​​through the fruit peel, making a soft, even rustling sound. Circles of peel dripped down, continuously, with a peculiar rhythm.

Hearing Prince Hui's roar, Xie Yuting finished peeling the last bit of the apple and handed it over, her voice calm and composed.

"Young Master Hui, calm down and have an apple. Leaving Fuzhou may not be the only option."

Prince Hui paused for a moment, not taking the apple, but suddenly turning his head to stare at her, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes.

"Not leaving? Do you have a plan? That bastard Qin Luo is definitely looking for me everywhere! That madman Blade is investigating too! Even my mother said he's ruthless. If I don't leave, I'm just waiting to die! What can you do?"

Xie Yuting withdrew her hand and took a small bite of the apple, which was juicy and plump.

She chewed, not answering immediately, but instead extended her other free hand, placing her thumb in front of her throat, and made a clean, crisp horizontal swiping motion from left to right.

Prince Hui's pupils contracted, and he almost caught his breath.

"You...you mean, kill Qin Luo?"

A flash of ruthlessness crossed his face, but it was quickly replaced by immense fear and frustration, and he shook his head dejectedly. (End of Chapter)