Under One Person: Feng Shui Master, I Will Protect the Mountains and Rivers with My Own Body

While Yan Sen and Xia He were enjoying a wonderful vacation, the final outcome for Shen Chong and Gao Ning was also settled—their meridians were destroyed, and they were handed over to the judicial authorities for processing.

At the East China regional headquarters, two medium-sized trucks were parked at the gate with their engines still running.

"Old Liu, I'm sorry to trouble your team to take these new recruits on this trip. All the paperwork is here. These two people's meridians have been destroyed, so you need to transfer them to the special handover point in Nanchang Prison."

Dou Le's assistant pushed up his glasses, holding a stack of handover lists in his hand.

The "Old Liu" he mentioned was a middle-aged man in his forties with droopy eye bags and bluish stubble.

He took the folder, glanced through it, and signed his name at the end.

"Alright, Assistant Zhang, it's just these two good-for-nothings, don't worry." Old Liu took out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out and put it in his mouth without lighting it.

"But Assistant Zhang, please don't take offense, but we've been working non-stop these past few days, and the brothers are exhausted. We finally managed to catch our breath, and now we're arranging a handover in the middle of the night. It's too much of a hassle."

"There's nothing we can do. One of the directors upstairs is insisting on having him, and we can't refuse." The assistant's face was expressionless; he simply lowered his voice to remind him.

"Be on high alert during the transport; things haven't been peaceful lately."

"Brother Zhang, what do you mean by that?"

The newcomer, Xiao Li, curiously approached. He was only in his early twenties, with a buzz cut and eyes that revealed a kind of innocent clarity, as if he had never experienced the harsh realities of society.

"Something happened in the Southwest region."

"We lost several important prisoners, but that's not all. A full-strength escort team was wiped out; not a single one survived."

"Oh my god..."

Old Liu's fingers, which were holding a cigarette, paused, and Little Li's eyes widened as well.

"Who did it? Those bastards from the Quanxing Sect?"

"I don't know. The scene was very clean, there were no clues, and the subsequent surveillance footage didn't find anything strange." The assistant took a step back. "That's why President Dou is so careful. Shen Chong and Gao Ning aren't nobody; they're both on the big screen. If something goes wrong, it won't be good for them."

After saying that, the assistant turned and walked towards the elevator.

Old Liu watched his retreating figure, feeling a bit uneasy. He lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

"This is fucking relentless, they're always doing business that puts them at risk of their lives for money."

Xiao Li, a little nervous, swallowed hard: "Brother Liu, does someone really dare to hijack the company car?"

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Old Liu patted Xiao Li on the shoulder, "If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. We're in East China, and Boss Dou is much more powerful than the person in charge in the Southwest. Come on, tell them to get him out quickly."

Not long after.

Gao Ning and Shen Chong were carried out by two employees.

"Thunder Smoke Cannon" and "Root of Calamity," who were quite well-known in the Quanxing sect, were now emaciated.

Gao Ning's once large body had shrunk considerably; his oversized monk's robe hung loosely on his body, and his eyes were vacant.

Shen Chong's severed right arm was immobilized in a splint, his face was deathly pale, and there were still scabbed bloodstains at the corners of his mouth.

The two had their Qi Sea and meridians destroyed, and the Closed Yuan Needle sealed off the last remaining acupoints that could cause trouble. Now they were so weak that they couldn't even beat an ordinary strong man.

The employees roughly shoved the two men into the metal cage of the riot control vehicle behind them and locked it.

"Let's get to work! The sooner we finish deliveries, the sooner we can go back and catch up on some sleep!"

Old Liu opened the passenger door of the car in front and got in.

Xiao Li then nimbly climbed into the driver's seat.

Two black riot control vehicles drove out of the city and disappeared into the deep night of Nanchang's outskirts.

It was 1 a.m. on Provincial Highway 204.

There were no streetlights on the road, and on both sides were endless farmlands and sparse windbreaks. The moon was obscured by thick clouds, and the car headlights were the only source of light in this darkness.

The car wasn't heated, and Xiao Li gripped the steering wheel, staring intently at the road ahead.

Old Liu leaned back in his chair and dozed off with his eyes closed.

"Brother Liu, is your wife about to give birth?" To fight off sleepiness, Xiao Li chatted idly with Lao Liu.

"Hmm. The due date is next month." Old Liu didn't open his eyes, but the corners of his mouth turned up. "I checked, it's a boy. Come over for a drink when the little guy turns one month old."

"That's great, I'll give you a big red envelope... Oh my god!" Before Xiao Li could finish speaking, he suddenly slammed on the brakes.

"squeak--!"

The tires screeched as they dragged across the asphalt, and a burnt smell wafted into the truck bed.

Old Liu was thrown forward by inertia, and his head almost hit the windshield.

"Are you trying to rebel, you little brat!"

The riot control vehicle behind also braked suddenly, less than two meters away, almost causing a rear-end collision.

"What kind of rebellion are you talking about, Brother Liu... there are people ahead!"

Xiao Li looked unwell and pointed directly ahead where the car headlights were shining.

Old Liu looked in the direction he was pointing.

A dozen meters away, a person was lying across the middle of the road.

The man was dressed in dark clothes, covered in blood, and motionless. There was a large pool of dark red blood on the ground around him, which was shocking under the headlights.

"This is... a hit-and-run?"

Old Liu frowned deeply, his extensive work experience making him feel that something was amiss.

Xiao Li had already unbuckled his seatbelt. "I'll go check it out."

"Come back!" Old Liu grabbed Xiao Li's arm, his voice stern. "Have you forgotten what Assistant Zhang told us before we left? We're in the middle of nowhere, don't cause any trouble!"

"But Brother Liu, that's a living person! He's lost so much blood, he'll die if we don't save him!" Xiao Li was anxious. His strong sense of justice made it impossible for him to stand idly by. He joined Na Du Tong for the ideal of punishing evil and promoting good.

"Call 120 and the police immediately! Saving him is not our mission, our mission is to escort the vehicle!" Old Liu held him down tightly.

"It'll take at least half an hour for an ambulance to arrive! He can't wait that long!" Xiao Li shook off Lao Liu's hand. "I'll just go down and check on him, move him to the side of the road, and come right back. There's not a soul around here, he'll be fine!"

Xiao Li pushed open the car door and jumped out.

Old Liu cursed under his breath. He picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Attention, drivers behind, do not turn off your engines, do not get out of your vehicles, remain vigilant."

A response came through the walkie-talkie, but the back door also opened. The two bewildered young team members, seeing the lead car driver get out, also came over.

"Li Zi, what's going on?"

"Give them a hand, lift them to the side of the road, then call the police and dial 120."

Xiao Li beckoned to the two of them and quickly walked towards the blood-soaked figure.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Lao Liu watched as the three young men surrounded him. For some reason, his right eyelid began to twitch wildly, and his heart tightened inexplicably.

Assistant Zhang's words, "They're all lost inside," suddenly echoed in his mind.

"All of you, come back here!" Old Liu shouted as he pushed open the car door.

But it was too late.

Xiao Li walked to the bloodied man, squatted down, and reached out to check his breath.

The blood-soaked figure on the ground suddenly opened its eyes.

The man's pupils gleamed with an eerie, ghostly blue light, unfocused and emotionless, like two burning will-o'-the-wisps.

He grinned, revealing a chilling smile, then suddenly sat up, ripped open his shirt with both hands, revealing a row of rough, cylindrical objects tied around his waist, which appeared to be homemade detonators.

The detonator was wrapped with wires, and interspersed with a large number of steel balls fixed with transparent tape.

"Oh no! Get down! There's a bomb!" Xiao Li's reaction was incredibly fast. He shouted to warn his colleagues behind him, and immediately a layer of colorless protective light appeared on his body.

He even tried to cover the man with his own body.

"boom--!!!"

The deafening explosion ripped through the night sky.

The shockwave easily destroyed Li's still-unformed escape light, and hundreds of steel balls were transformed into a dense metal storm by the airflow.

Xiao Li was the first to be hit, and his body was blown to pieces.

The two young team members following behind him were riddled with bullets, their blood spurting out and forming a mist in the air.

The windshield of the car in front was punctured by steel balls, leaving white spots, and the hood was dented in countless places.

Startled, Old Liu looked up.

In the firelight, the three colleagues were covered in blood, and the smell of burnt flesh and blood filled the late autumn night.

Damn it, it was definitely a trap!

"There's an ambush! Don't get out, drive away!" Old Liu rushed to the driver's seat, grabbed the walkie-talkie, and directed the cars behind.

Just then.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

A sharp, piercing sound suddenly arose from the dark windbreaks on both sides.

Several blue Qi needles shot out from the forest, heading straight for the tires and fuel tank. With a few muffled thuds, both the tires and fuel tank were destroyed.

Six or seven dark figures darted out silently from the woods.

Their movements were as swift as cheetahs, without any communication or unnecessary actions. Without exception, their eyes all gleamed with an eerie, ghostly blue light.

Seeing that the car was unusable, the company employees jumped out of the vehicle, ready to fight them to the death.

"Damn it, let's fight them!"

An employee slammed his fists, which were wreathed in flames, at the dark figure at the front.

The dark figure neither dodged nor evaded, but directly took the blow with his chest. The flames scorched his chest, making a sizzling sound, but he seemed to feel no pain. He then stabbed the employee in the chest with his backhand.

This sudden attack was a one-sided massacre. The group of blue-eyed superhumans used the simplest, most efficient, and reckless methods to reap the lives of the employees of NaDuTong.

Old Liu leaned over the driver's seat and quickly pulled a specially made black cell phone from his inner pocket. This was an emergency communication device for the East China region.

Without hesitation, he pressed the red distress signal button.

"Beep—Signal sent."

Just then, a fair hand reached in through the car window and grabbed his collar.

Before Lao Liu could react, he was forcibly dragged out.

A short-haired woman with blue eyes jumped off the roof of the car and straddled him.

The woman had a beautiful face, but her expression was unusually numb, like a marionette.

She lowered her head and pressed her hands against Lao Liu's head.

Twist it hard.

"Click."

The battle ended quickly, taking less than three minutes in total.

Seven bodies of NaDuTong employees lay scattered across the highway.

The remaining five blue-eyed superhumans didn't even glance at their wounds, showing no concern even as blood gushed out.

The man in the lead walked to the back of the riot control vehicle, took out the key from Lao Liu's body, and unlocked the iron cage.

Gao Ning and Shen Chong huddled in a corner. Although their cultivation had been crippled, their eyesight remained intact.

Even if the two of them hadn't had their meridians destroyed, it wouldn't be easy for them to kill these company employees in such a short time.

"What...are you going to do?"

Shen Chong raised his head and looked calmly at the man. He had nothing left, so he had nothing to be afraid of.

The man in the lead didn't answer his question. Instead, he expressionlessly reached out and grabbed Shen Chong's intact left arm, dragging him out like a dead dog.

Another blue-eyed superhuman roughly dragged Gao Ning out of the car.

They left the two men in the roadside bushes.

The man in the lead took out an old-fashioned candybar phone from his pocket and dialed a number.

The phone rang once and was answered.

"Big sister."

The man in the lead spoke, his voice flat and without any inflection.

A woman's voice came from the other end of the phone.

The voice was calm, indifferent, and slightly hoarse.

"Is it all done?"

"All done. Load the two people you requested onto the van and head back immediately." The leader looked at a van without license plates parked at the edge of the woods not far away.

"Very good. Thank you for your hard work." The woman's voice was gentle, as if she were praising her own child.

"You know what to do next, right?"

A faint blue light flickered in the eyes of the leading man.

"Don't worry."

He replied calmly, "It wouldn't make sense if the attackers didn't lose a single person. I didn't have anything on me to prove my identity, so leaving a body behind will mislead their investigation and give them a reasonable explanation."

"Hmm. I always trust you to handle things." The woman on the other end of the phone seemed quite satisfied. "That's all then. Goodnight, sweet dreams."

Goodnight, big sister.

The man in charge hung up the phone.

He placed the old-fashioned cell phone in his palm, squeezed it hard, crushing it to pieces, and then casually scattered the fragments into the wind.

The rest of their companions had already stuffed Gao Ning and Shen Chong into the van and started the engine.

The man in the lead watched the van's taillights disappear into the distance, then turned around expressionlessly, found a relatively flat open space, lay down, and stared at the dark sky.

The Qi within his body began to circulate, and a roadside stone tablet weighing several tens of kilograms, controlled by this invisible force, slowly rose and hovered directly above his head.

Two meters.

one meter.

The man in the lead closed his eyes, and the last blue light in them disappeared.

"Bang!"

A dull thud.

The stone tablet crashed down heavily, leaving a bloody mess.

The man's body twitched a few times, then became completely still.

The unlicensed van drove out of the woods and disappeared down a country road without surveillance cameras.