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Night fell over the entire area.

After taking several detours, Amber finally found the source of the mysterious flute music.

On the rooftop stood a white-haired girl.

She was wrapped in a plain white robe, which covered most of her body, leaving only her fair face visible.

The cool moonlight shone down, falling on her hair and robes, casting a hazy glow.

The girl closed her eyes gently, holding a translucent ice flute in her hand. The mournful and melodious flute music drifted on the night wind, mingling with the bleak sound of the wind, and gently entered Amber's ears.

Amber didn't step forward immediately. As a musician herself, she knew that abruptly interrupting someone's performance was very impolite.

She had been hovering in mid-air, intending to observe from afar. After a moment's thought, she withdrew her magic and slowly descended into the villa's garden.

In her view, appreciating music requires following the rules. If the performer stands at a high place, the audience should stand on the ground; appreciating music from the same height is equally offensive.

Just as she landed and regained her footing, a golden figure suddenly charged towards her.

Amber's eyes narrowed sharply, her magical energy surged instantly, and she immediately went into a state of alert, ready to fight. She tensed her entire body, prepared to meet her enemy.

The large dog that rushed up to her did not attack; it simply rolled around her several times, appearing affectionate and lively.

"Woof woof!"

Doubao stopped what it was doing, obediently squatted on the ground, wagged its tail and barked twice at Amber, its eyes full of flattery.

Upon seeing who it was, Amber's anxiety subsided completely, and she slowly dissipated the magic around her.

It turned out to be the docile Bruce; she almost mistook him for an evil golden hound.

She reached out and gently patted Doubao's head, deliberately lowering her voice.

"Sweetie, I have things to do right now, why don't you go play over there?"

After saying that, she bent down, picked up a fluffy ball from the ground, and threw the toy far away.

Seeing this, Doubao immediately took off chasing after it, and the courtyard finally returned to quiet.

Amber closed her eyes, stood quietly in place, and calmed herself to listen to the flute music, becoming a quiet listener.

On the roof of the villa, Chu Ge, playing her ice flute, had a complete view of everything that was happening in the courtyard. She didn't move an inch from beginning to end, her eyes still closed, focused on playing her ice flute.

Chu Ge vaguely remembered the girl in front of him. She had accompanied Doria in the palace library before, and the two had met briefly.

The night sky was clear with a bright moon and few stars, and the howling wind had stopped at some point.

The entire place was extremely quiet. In the vast courtyard and villa, only a mournful and lingering flute melody flowed slowly through the night.

This tranquility did not last long.

A sudden, violent roar from a sports car engine shattered the peaceful atmosphere.

Amber frowned slightly; the piercing engine sound was strangely familiar to her.

She opened her eyes, her gaze passing through the villa's gate, and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

In the distance, a bright red sports car sped along in the moonlight, the roar of its engine growing louder and louder as it approached.

The sports car drew closer, its roar deafening. Through the windshield, Amber could vaguely make out the face of the person in the driver's seat.

"Tang Wei? How could it be him..."

Amber's brow furrowed even more.

The melodious music was meant to cultivate a peaceful mind, but the noisy sports car crashing around was, in her eyes, no different from publicly desecrating art. Her initial interest in calmly appreciating the flute music was completely ruined.

But on second thought, she guessed the other party's intention. Tang Wei had driven here in the middle of the night, most likely following the sound of the flute.

She was simply filled with confusion.

Tang Wei was a notorious playboy who indulged in pleasure in his daily life. Although he did have some talent in music, he was definitely not the type to stay up all night to "make friends through music".

There must be a reason for anything unusual.

A name flashed through Amber's mind instantly—William.

She was almost certain that Tang Wei's visit was at William's behest.

Thinking of this, Amber looked up at the roof again.

To her surprise, the white-haired girl remained immersed in her performance, seemingly unaffected by the noise and roar of sports cars outside.

On the other side, the speeding sports car gradually slowed down.

Tang Wei, inside the car, was on edge, not daring to relax for even a moment.

This mission was directly related to his own life, so he dared not be negligent in the slightest, and his eyes kept scanning the surrounding environment.

Before long, his gaze was fixed on the slender figure on the roof of the villa.

From a distance, he could only vaguely make out that it was a young girl.

The sports car drove on and eventually stopped outside the villa gate.

Tang Wei turned off the engine, opened the car door, and got out.

He stood in the open space, looked up at the rooftop, and finally saw the girl's full face.

The bright moonlight shone down, and the girl's long, snow-white hair cascaded over her shoulders, her plain white robe swaying gently in the wind. She looked as beautiful as an elf who had stepped out of a fairy tale, or as a person who had fallen to earth, pure and untouched by worldly affairs.

Tang Wei had seen countless women and all kinds of beauties, but at this moment, gazing at the figure on the rooftop, he was still stunned.

He stood there stunned for several seconds before he suddenly came to his senses, raised his right hand, and slapped himself hard across the face.

The crisp sound of a slap rang out in the quiet night, particularly jarring.

"Witch, don't try to seduce my murderous intent!"

This slap also brought Tang Wei to his senses completely, and he cursed himself for being useless.

He was facing a life-or-death situation, yet he was distracted by beauty; he was practically courting death.

If he fails to complete the task assigned by William, the consequences will be unimaginable. Forget about enjoying himself; whether he can even survive the night is uncertain.

We can't hesitate any longer.

Tang Wei gritted his teeth and made up his mind: he had to kill the girl who played the flute and take her body back to report.

Having made up his mind, he immediately took action. He turned around, walked to the rear of the sports car, and reached out to open the trunk.

A jet-black sniper rifle lay quietly inside.

Tang Wei skillfully retrieved the firearm, quickly assembled it, loaded ammunition, and cocked it. The entire process was smooth and efficient, without the slightest delay.

After doing all this, he steadily mounted the sniper rifle on the roof of the sports car, aiming the muzzle precisely at the girl's head on the roof.

As a playboy in the aristocratic circle, Tang Wei usually liked to go into the mountains with a group of young men from prominent families to play and hunt with guns for entertainment.

Over the years, his marksmanship became very solid. Even if he couldn't hit the target every time, he could hit it seven or eight times out of ten.

He had calculated everything clearly in his mind. His combat strength was only ordinary A-level, and he couldn't figure out the true strength of the person on the roof. If he rashly used magic but couldn't kill them with one blow, the consequences would be unpredictable.

In comparison, firearms are much safer.

This sniper rifle is extremely powerful. Even a B-level monster with decent defense couldn't withstand a single shot. Dealing with a delicate girl who is engrossed in her music would be a piece of cake.

Tang Wei held his breath, locked the scope on the target, and slowly placed his finger on the trigger, about to pull it.

Just at this critical moment, a cold, stern voice suddenly rang out from the courtyard.

"Tang Wei! You dare kill someone in front of me?"

The sudden sound startled Tang Wei, causing his head to slam forward and his eye socket to hit the sniper rifle's scope.

"hiss……"

A sharp pain shot through him, and Tang Wei gasped, rubbing his sore and aching eyes as he looked warily toward the villa's perimeter.

"Who is it?"

He stared fiercely into the courtyard. He recognized the voice from earlier, but couldn't immediately recall who it was.

The answer was quickly revealed.

The villa's iron gate was slowly pushed open, and a slender figure stepped out.

The moonlight illuminated the newcomer's face, and the moment Tang Wei recognized him, his expression changed drastically, a sense of panic rising within him. He tentatively asked, "Amber? What are you doing here?"

"That's what I wanted to ask you too."

Amber continued walking, closing in on Tang Wei step by step, her voice as cold as winter snow, "William sent you, didn't he? Did he order you to kill the piper?"

"I don't know what nonsense you're talking about."

Without a second thought, Tang Wei immediately denied it.

He absolutely dared not admit to something so potentially fatal. If the news reached William's ears, he would be in deep trouble.

Amber scoffed, her gaze falling on the dark sniper rifle on the roof of the car, her eyes full of mockery.

"It seems William is even more ruthless than I imagined. In order to win the upcoming Music Goddess Grand Ceremony competition, he actually secretly sent people to eliminate his competitors in advance."

"He's really going backwards with age," Amber said dismissively, then changed the subject, looking directly at Tang Wei, "I'm curious, did William instruct you to find an opportunity to get rid of me as well?"

"But I also know that even if he really gave the order, you wouldn't have the guts to do it."

Tang Wei's face turned extremely ugly after his conspiracy was exposed in public. He stopped arguing, reached out and grabbed the sniper rifle on the roof of the car, turned it around, aimed it at Amber who was approaching step by step, and slowly backed away.

"Don't come any closer! If you take another step, I won't be so polite!"

Amber's guess was correct; William had indeed given him instructions in private before, telling him to find an opportunity to get rid of Amber.

On one occasion, William got drunk and yelled at Tang Wei to rush into the palace to assassinate Doria, which nearly scared Tang Wei out of his wits.

Fortunately, William was aware that Tang Wei was simply not capable of doing it, and he did not force him afterward.

But now that Amber has brought up the old story in person, Tang Wei feels guilty and becomes increasingly nervous.

Seeing the dark muzzle of the gun pointed at her, Amber stopped in her tracks.

The distance between the two was less than ten meters.

The distance was extremely close; with Tang Wei's marksmanship, the bullet would hit the target 100% of the time as soon as he pulled the trigger.

Amber showed no fear on her face, calmly staring at the man opposite her.

At this moment, Tang Wei's whole body was tense, and his arms, which were controlling the gun, began to tremble slightly.

Looking at his disheveled appearance, Amber couldn't help but sneer again, "With your cowardice, you dare to play with a gun? You'd better put it away now."

Faced with the mockery, Tang Wei remained silent, only retreating further and further.

He had heard William mention that Amber was a top-tier superhuman, with strength comparable to William's, and was someone who should absolutely not be provoked.

At first, Tang Wei didn't think much of it, always thinking that Amber was just a weak-looking woman, how much ability could she have?

Only now did he truly feel the oppressive aura emanating from the other party.

That was the genuine aura of an S-rank powerhouse, heavy and chilling, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He had only felt this kind of oppressive feeling when William was angry, and it was even stronger than the pressure from the elders in his family.

Amber witnessed him preparing to commit the crime and now intervened to stop him. Her purpose was obvious: to ruin his mission.

Tang Wei knew in his heart that if he couldn't kill the girl on the roof tonight and couldn't bring the body back to report, he would be the one to die.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, his psychological pressure grew, and he was on the verge of a breakdown.

The pressure emanating from Amber continued to intensify, and Tang Wei could no longer hold on. He suddenly raised his head, his eyes red, and roared at Amber.

"Don't push me!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and his tone was frantic: "If you won't let me have a good time, then I'll kill you first!"

"You overestimate yourself."

Amber completely ignored his threat, remaining calm. She slowly raised her right index finger and gently tapped her chest.

A clear voice rang out in the night, composed yet assertive.

"If you have the guts, shoot. Shoot here."

The moment the words fell.

"Bang--!"

A deafening gunshot suddenly pierced the dark night sky.