Siheyuan, Shazhu: I have both parents in this life

Chapter 267 King? A dog!

Red Brick Alley.

Under the dim, flickering sodium lamps, the air was thick with the pungent smells of cheap alcohol, vomit, marijuana, and sweat.

The streets were narrow and winding, lined with low, dilapidated brick houses, most of whose windows were boarded up or covered with newspapers.

Garbage was piled up in the corner, and sewage was flowing everywhere.

Groups of three or five figures moved about in the shadows.

A drug addict with vacant eyes and tattered clothes huddled in the doorway, his hand still stuck in his arm, reaching out and making indistinct begging sounds.

A woman in a revealing, cheap leather skirt stands under the neon-lit sign of a strip club, waving numbly at the occasional passing car.

Several young thugs wearing baggy jeans and hoodies leaned against the graffiti wall, scanning the street warily. One of them was cursing under his breath as he used the tip of a knife to carve something on the peeling plaster.

The deep, resonant beats of a subwoofer squeezed out from the cracks in the doors of several underground bars, pounding against the ground.

Occasionally, there would be loud arguments and the sound of glass shattering, but these were quickly drowned out by the deeper clamor.

He Yuzhu appeared at the alley entrance.

He was wearing an ordinary dark work jacket, like a worker who had just finished his night shift. He walked at a moderate pace, heading straight for the most inconspicuous black iron gate deep in the alley, a gate without any signboard—the back entrance of the Red Brick Alley Bar.

In the shadows by the doorway, leaned two muscular white men wearing black T-shirts.

They crossed their arms, their eyes like searchlights, coldly scanning everyone who approached.

Upon seeing He Yuzhu, an unfamiliar Asian face, walking straight towards them, the two men's eyes sharpened instantly, their bodies tensed slightly, and one hand instinctively pressed against the bulging area of ​​their lower back.

"Hey, you yellow-skinned monkey, we don't serve guests here. You've come to the wrong place." The burly man on the left with a buzz cut and a scar on his chin spoke, his voice rough and grating, carrying undisguised hostility.

He Yuzhu didn't stop walking. When he was still three steps away from them, he slightly raised his eyes and calmly swept his gaze over the two of them: "I'm looking for Billy to discuss a business deal."

“Mr. Billy won’t meet a yellow-skinned monkey; he’ll just give him a beating.” The slightly shorter, burly man with a spider web tattoo on his neck sneered, took a half step forward, and was about to shove He Yuzhu.

The moment he took a step, He Yuzhu moved!

He took a half-step forward with his left foot like lightning, his body suddenly leaning to the side to avoid the burly man on his right. At the same time, his right hand, like a viper spitting its tongue, brought together his five fingers to form a palm blade, and with a short, sharp whistling sound as it tore through the air, he chopped down with perfect precision below the burly man's Adam's apple!

"Ugh!" A short, suppressed groan.

The burly man with the spiderweb tattoo's eyes bulged out instantly, his massive body seemed to have had its bones removed, he clutched his throat and collapsed limply, losing consciousness without even struggling.

The burly man on the left with the buzz cut and scarred face had his pupils shrink in horror! He hadn't even seen how his companion had fallen!
Years of street experience made him react extremely quickly, and he almost instinctively drew the heavy Colt Python revolver from his waist!
The dark muzzle of the gun had just been raised and was pointed at He Yuzhu's blurry figure—

With his left foot landing as the axis, He Yuzhu's body spun like a top at high speed. Using the momentum from the side lean, his right leg transformed into a steel whip, sweeping with thunderous force against the outside of the scarred, burly man's right elbow joint, which was holding a gun!
Click!

The crisp, piercing sound of bones cracking was still clearly audible amidst the noisy background noise!
"Ah—!" The scarred, burly man let out a shrill scream as his arm bent at an eerie angle, and the heavy revolver flew out of his hand, crashing with a thud onto the metal trash can next to him.

He Yuzhu's movements did not pause at all.

The moment his sweeping leg landed, his left hand shot out like an iron clamp, his five fingers gripping the scarred, muscular man's intact left shoulder, forcefully pulling the man's unbalanced body closer to him! At the same time, his right knee, like a battering ram, carrying the weight and momentum of his entire body, violently slammed into the man's unsuspecting abdomen!
Boom!
A muffled thud that made your teeth ache. The scarred, burly man's scream abruptly stopped, his whole body arching like a boiled shrimp, his eyes rolling back, and a mixture of stomach acid and bile gushing out.

He Yuzhu released his grip on the shoulder, and the scarred, burly man slid to the ground like a sack of mud, his body convulsing violently, only painful whimpers remaining.

The entire process, from the start of the fight to the two men collapsing to the ground, took less than three seconds.

He Yuzhu bent down expressionlessly, picked up the Colt "Python" that the scarred burly man had dropped, weighed it in his hand, and stuffed it into his lower back.

They quickly searched the two men and found a switchblade and a small bag of white powder, which they then casually tossed into a nearby trash can.

Then, without even glancing at the two unconscious and convulsing figures on the ground, he reached out and pushed open the heavy black iron door.

The door led not directly into the bar, but into a narrow, dimly lit passageway filled with an even stronger smell of smoke and cheap perfume.

Deafening music and boisterous voices surged from the end of the passageway.

In the corridor, a woman wearing a tight leather skirt and heavy makeup was leaning against the wall smoking. The commotion outside the door had clearly startled her, and she even forgot to pick up her cigarette from the floor.

She stared in horror at He Yuzhu as he walked in, her mouth slightly agape and her body trembling.

He Yuzhu's gaze lingered on her for less than half a second, without any ripples, before he walked straight past her and headed towards the heavy wooden door at the end of the passage, which emitted flashing lights and a tremendous roar.

The woman watched He Yuzhu's retreating figure disappear behind the door, then looked at the miserable state of the two fierce-looking gatekeepers on the ground outside. She shuddered and scrambled out the back door, disappearing into the shadows of the alley.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, deafening rock music, the acrid smell of smoke, sweat, alcohol, and excited screams crashed over me like real waves.

The interior of the Red Brick Alley bar is much larger than it appears from the outside.

The lights were dim, and the colorful ball lights spun, casting bizarre blocks of color over the heads of the crowded, twisting crowd.

The central dance floor was packed with men and women swaying wildly.

The bar was packed with people, and the bartender was mixing drinks quickly with a blank expression.

The booth area was filled with smoke, some people were playing drinking games, and others were hugging and kissing in the dark corners. The air was so murky that it was almost suffocating.

He Yuzhu quickly made his way through the noisy crowd, his target clear—behind the dance floor, in an area separated by a heavy scarlet velvet curtain. That was the entrance to the staircase leading to the second-floor office. He had gotten this information from the assassin, and Karl had confirmed it as well; it seemed he was a regular here.

Two more bodyguards, dressed in black suits and wearing headsets, stood at the stairwell. They were even more burly and imposing than the two at the back door, with bulging waists, clearly indicating they were more heavily armed.

At the edge of the dance floor, a bald, burly man, drunk and reeking of alcohol, was swaying in front of He Yuzhu with an equally intoxicated female companion in his arms.

Without pausing for a moment, He Yuzhu's left elbow, seemingly unintentionally but with tremendous force, struck the bald man precisely under the armpit as they brushed past each other.

"Ugh!" The bald, burly man groaned, his face instantly turning red. The intense pain made him instinctively release his female companion, causing him to lose his balance and stumble to the side!
"Hey! Are you fucking blind?!" the bald man's female companion screamed. At the same time, a thug in a floral shirt who had been knocked down by him also cursed and reached out to shove the bald man.

Chaos erupted instantly!

"Damn it! You dare to run me over?"

Who the hell pushed me?

"Hit him!"

The bald, burly man who was knocked down became the trigger, and several other equally drunk or hot-tempered guys nearby immediately started cursing and fighting.

Chaos erupted instantly at the edge of the dance floor, with shouts, shoving, and women's screams mingling with the music.

The crowd spread like water after a stone was thrown in, and the commotion quickly spread.

The two bodyguards standing guard at the stairwell were immediately drawn to the chaos at the edge of the dance floor below. One of them, holding a walkie-talkie, seemed to be reporting the situation, leaning forward slightly and watching the source of the commotion warily.

Just as the two bodyguards at the stairwell were drawn to the sudden chaos below, He Yuzhu made his move.

He was like a shadow swaying at the edge of the dance floor, so fast that he left only a blurry afterimage.

In the fraction of a second that the bodyguard turned his head to check the source of the commotion, He Yuzhu had already ghost-like approached the bodyguard on the right.

He Yuzhu's left hand shot out with lightning speed, precisely gripping the wrist of the bodyguard holding the gun. His thumb sank in like an iron nail, and the intense pain and numbness instantly caused the bodyguard's fingers to lose their strength.

At the same time, He Yuzhu's right elbow, with the explosive force of twisting his whole body, slammed into the opponent's unsuspecting temple like a battering ram!
"Thud!" The dull sound of flesh and bone colliding was drowned out by the noise.

The bodyguard on the right didn't utter a sound, his eyes bulging, his body slumped down, and He Yuzhu caught him and gently placed him against the wall, as if he were just drunk.

The bodyguard on the left had just noticed something was wrong with his companion when he turned around in shock. A large foot wearing work boots was rapidly enlarging in front of him in his pupils!
"boom!"

The sole of the shoe was firmly imprinted on his face, and the sound of his nose bone cracking could be clearly heard.

The bodyguard was kicked backward and flew through the air, his head hitting the hard stair railing hard, and he was completely knocked unconscious.

The whole thing happened in the blink of an eye. The dance floor below remained in chaos, and no one noticed the incident at the stairwell.

He Yuzhu didn't even look at the two people on the ground. He pushed aside the heavy velvet curtain and stepped onto the narrow staircase leading to the second floor.

The wooden staircase creaked softly, drowned out by the deafening music playing downstairs.

At the end of the second-floor corridor was a heavy oak door with a simple "Office" sign hanging on it.

He Yuzhu took a half step back, twisted his waist and exerted force, and kicked the door lock with his right foot with tremendous force!

"boom--!"

The entire door, along with its frame, groaned under the strain and burst open inwards, splintering wood everywhere.

Inside the office, a middle-aged white man, dressed in a flashy silk shirt, with slicked-back hair and a slightly overweight build, was yelling into the phone, his face flushed from drinking.

He is none other than "King" Billy.

On the sofa next to them sat two burly thugs, wearing tight black vests and with menacing tattoos, idly wiping their Browning 1935s.

The loud noise made Billy jump, and he almost dropped the phone.

The two thugs reacted extremely quickly, springing up instantly and pointing their guns directly at the door!
"FK! Who?" Billy roared in shock and rage. When he saw that the person standing in the doorway was a strange Asian face, his eyes filled with disbelief and furious anger. "How did you get in, you yellow-skinned monkey? Where's my bodyguard? Kill him!"

Without any hesitation, the two thugs pulled the trigger almost as soon as Billy yelled!
"Bang! Bang!"

The gunshots were deafening in the relatively enclosed office.

However, in the instant the gun muzzle flashed, He Yuzhu's figure had already disappeared from the doorway!
He had already planned his move when he saw the guy with the gun as he entered the room. He turned sideways and lunged into the blind corner of the wall next to the door.

The bullet grazed his clothes and missed, hitting the opposite wall and leaving two deep bullet holes.

He Yuzhu landed and rolled, suddenly producing the captured Colt "Python" in his hand! Before his rolling body had even stopped, he fired two shots in the direction of the two thugs!

"Bang! Bang!"

One thug was shot between the eyebrows, a mass of red and white stuff exploding on the back of his head, his body stiffening as he fell backward. Another thug had a large hole punched in his chest; the immense impact sent him flying, crashing into the liquor cabinet behind him, shattering glass bottles everywhere, and he convulsed before falling silent.

The office was instantly filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and the strong stench of blood.

Billy's rage and arrogance froze instantly, replaced by extreme terror.

He slumped in his large executive chair, his obese body trembling violently, his face ashen, and the phone in his hand fell with a thud onto the expensive Persian carpet.

His elite troops in the red brick alley couldn't even last three seconds against this sudden intruder!

He Yuzhu slowly stood up, the cold muzzle of the gun steadily pointing at Billy's forehead.

As I approached, my footsteps rang out clearly in the deathly silent office.

"Who...who are you? What do you want? Money? Women? I can give you anything! Don't kill me!" Billy's voice was choked with sobs as he begged for mercy incoherently, his hands instinctively raised above his head.

"You know 'The Mole' Marcus Dunn and Marcus (the assassin), right?" He Yuzhu's voice was not loud, but it was very cold.

“Marcus…” Billy paused for a moment, then shook his head frantically, “I don’t know him, I don’t know him!” trying to distance himself from the relationship.

He Yuzhu cocked the revolver's hammer. "I'll ask you one more time, do you recognize it? I'm running out of patience!"

“I know him, I know him!” Billy stared at the dark muzzle of the gun, cold sweat rolling down his forehead.

"Who told you to leak the information to 'The Mole' so he could sell it to Eric and his bunch of idiots?"

Billy's pupils constricted, and his heart pounded.

"I...I don't know what you're talking about! What news? I don't know!" Billy was still making a last-ditch effort, his eyes darting around.

"boom!"

He Yuzhu pulled the trigger. The bullet grazed Billy's earlobe, and the scalding air made him scream in agony as blood gushed from his ear.

The bullet shattered the huge deer head specimen hanging on the wall behind him, sending debris and dust falling in a flurry.

"Ah—! My ear!" Billy screamed like a pig being slaughtered, clutching his blood-soaked ear.

"I won't miss with the next shot. Think it through before you speak," He Yuzhu said calmly.

Billy lowered his head, his eyes darting around, trying to find a plausible excuse.

He didn't think he could wait for someone to come and save him. This jinx in front of him could easily shoot him in the head if he didn't like him.

After thinking for a long time, he realized that all his explanations were weak.

"1, 2" What made him even more desperate was that the other side started a countdown. He didn't know how many counts he would count before the other side would fire.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! Spare me! Spare me!"

Billy, tears streaming down his face, slid off his chair in fright and knelt at He Yuzhu's feet like a mangy dog, trying to grab his leg.

With a "bang," He Yuzhu kicked him hard in the chest, almost knocking him unconscious.

"Huff, huff, huff." Billy caught his breath and gasped for air; he had almost thought he was about to meet his maker.

Before he could catch his breath, he hurriedly spoke, afraid of getting kicked again.

"It's...it's from above! It was a big shot from above who told me to do this! I'm just a messenger! They're the ones who want to cause trouble for those two girls!"

"Up there? Who?" He Yuzhu looked down into Billy's eyes, the cold light in his eyes making Billy tremble.

"It's...it's the Oil Club, they're the ones who approached me!"

"Oil Club?"

"Yes, yes, that's a circle made up of oil tycoons and financial giants!"

Do you know why?

"They know a little bit. They say that during the oil crisis, your Yellow River Group caused them to lose a huge amount of money! A hundred million US dollars! They also... they also say that your cooperation with those princes in the Middle East ruined their plans in the Middle East!"

He Yuzhu frowned. This was not what he had expected. He thought it was people from Hong Kong causing trouble. How did it involve a conglomerate?

Seeing He Yuzhu frown, Billy assumed he wasn't satisfied with his answer and continued, "They...they originally just wanted to kidnap those two girls, lure his brother to New York to pay the ransom...and then...then take control of him! Once they control him, they can control the Yellow River Group. I heard the Yellow River Group is huge; it can not only make up for their losses but also allow them to establish a foothold in the East. After all, New York is their territory..."

“They just didn’t expect… didn’t expect you to arrive so quickly! And they certainly didn’t expect… you… you guys are so amazing! You wiped out Eric and the rest of them!” Billy said, his voice trembling.

“Eric’s men are all dead. Things have gotten out of hand, and they’re afraid of being exposed, so they ordered me to immediately silence ‘Mole’ Marcus and eliminate all clues! I… I was just a messenger! I was just following orders! Please! Let me go! I’ll give you all my money! I still have…”

"Shut up, what's the name of the person who contacted you?"

"Would I be spared if I told you?"

"If you don't talk, you'll die immediately." He Yuzhu raised the gun he had just put down again.

“I’ll talk, I’ll talk!” Billy said a few names, but the response was a gunshot. Billy’s eyes widened, and he fell to the ground unwillingly.

Top floor of Weill Cornell Medical Center, VIP care ward.

The smell of disinfectant was barely neutralized by the high-end aromatherapy, and outside the window was the Manhattan skyline at dawn, cold and distant.

Wang Siyu lay in the hospital bed, her face still pale, but compared to the ashen look after the surgery, there was a faint trace of life in her.

His left shoulder was wrapped in a complex support system connected to monitoring equipment that emitted a regular ticking sound.

Her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow under her eyelids, and her breathing was steady but weak.

He Yushui sat on the chair by the bed, holding her uninjured right hand, staring blankly out the window.

She was still shaken, her eyes were bloodshot, but she was clearly in much better spirits than before.

He Yuyao stood like a silent statue, leaning against the wall by the door, her sharp eyes scanning the doorway and the outside of the window, her body always tense and ready to explode at any moment.

He Yuzhu gently pushed the door open and entered silently.

He was wearing a dark gray cashmere sweater and trousers, his face calm, but the fatigue in his eyes was undeniable. He had been busy all night because someone had found the safe house. He Yuzhu went on a killing spree and then led the people to move.

Then he had Old Wolf deal with Eric and the assassin. As for Carl, he asked Wilson for his opinion. The kid wasn't a threat, but he needed to be sent away. He Yuzhu handed this task over to Wilson.

“Brother.” He Yuyao stood up immediately when she saw He Yuzhu come in.

He Yushui turned her head and saw He Yuzhu, her eyes reddening again: "Brother..."

He Yuzhu walked to the bedside, his gaze falling on Wang Siyu's face, and asked softly, "How is she?"

“Dr. Smith came to see me this morning and said my vital signs are stable, but due to excessive blood loss and traumatic stress, I am very weak and need to rest for a long time. As for the shoulder injury…” He Yushui’s voice choked up a bit, “The doctor said the recovery will be very long, and… it may not be possible to fully recover to what it was before.” She gripped Wang Siyu’s hand tighter.

He Yuzhu nodded silently, reached out and gently brushed away a strand of sweaty hair from Wang Siyu's forehead.

"Big brother..." Wang Siyu opened her eyes at some point, her voice barely audible, weak and hoarse from the surgery.

"Don't talk, just rest." He Yuzhu immediately bent down, his voice gentler than ever before. "It's alright, it's all over, I'm here."

Wang Siyu tried to force a smile, but the pain from her wound made her brows furrow, and she could only give a soft "hmm," her eyes filled with dependence.

"Siyu, you scared me to death..." He Yushui's tears finally fell.

"Second sister... I'm fine..." Wang Siyu responded weakly.

He Yuzhu patted He Yuyao, signaling him to follow him out.

After the two left the ward, He Yuzhu said, "Yuyao, I have already asked Attorney Wilson to arrange a plane to send Yushui and the others back. You can go back with them then."

"Brother?" He Yuyao was taken aback. "Send him away now? What about Third Sister's health... and what about you?"

"It's not safe here," He Yuzhu said softly.

"Unsafe?"

"The security base was attacked last night."

"what!"

"Keep your voice down. All of you from 'Wolf Fang' are leaving, and Leopard Head and the others are leaving too."

"how about you?"

"I have things to take care of, and I'll go back once I'm done."

"You can't manage alone, I need to stay and help you."

"You can't help me!"

“I can continue to be your eyes.”

"You'll know once you ask Leopard Head about last night," He Yuzhu said without further explanation.

"But, brother."

"No buts. Take good care of your two older sisters on the way."

　Let's give it a try. I checked the information and evaluated Li Huanggua, and that old guy wouldn't dare to do this. It can only be done by someone outside.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)