Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

"Beep—beep—beep—"

The piercing alarm blared wildly throughout the villa.

A series of hurried footsteps echoed down the stairs.

Jiang Fan frowned; the footsteps sounded off.

There were more than four security personnel; there were at least seven or eight.

The information was incorrect.

"Bang!"

The solid wood double door was kicked open, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

Jiang Fan pressed himself tightly against the shadows behind the door.

Two burly, crew-cut men rushed in first, their flashlight beams instantly sweeping across the open safe.

"The person is behind the door!"

The bodyguard on the left reacted extremely quickly, without turning around, and slammed his elbow backward.

Jiang Fan ducked to avoid the punch, then clenched his right fist and, using basic fighting techniques, delivered an uppercut to his opponent's jaw.

"Smack."

The bodyguard raised his left arm to block the punch, and the impact of the muscles produced a dull thud.

The other party didn't move an inch, but grabbed Jiang Fan's wrist with his other hand and pulled him back sharply, his right knee aimed straight at Jiang Fan's abdomen.

Jiang Fan raised his leg to block, but the force of the impact sent him staggering back two steps, his back slamming against the bookshelf.

Very strong.

His rudimentary fighting skills were no match for these people; it was like tickling them.

Before Jiang Fan could even regain his footing, the bodyguard on his right had already pounced on him.

A black tactical folding knife flashed coldly under the light, aimed straight at Jiang Fan's throat.

Fortunately, Jiang Fan had exchanged for a Grandmaster-level movement technique, and he dodged the fatal blow with a side roll.

"Sizzle."

The blade still managed to tear through the sleeve of the windbreaker, creating a five-centimeter-long gash on Jiang Fan's arm, from which blood gushed out instantly.

Outside the door, the remaining bodyguards were quickly sealing off the corridor, their footsteps approaching the study.

If we're stuck here, we're doomed to die tonight.

Jiang Fan leaned against the edge of the desk, his mind sinking into the system.

"Open the shop. Skills section."

[Master-level Fighting: Integrates one-hit-kill techniques from multiple national military and police forces, mastering human weaknesses and power generation mechanisms. Exchange Price: 10000 Life Points.]

"exchange."

[Ding. 10000 life points consumed. Skill granted.]

Current lifespan: 102300 points.

The familiar tearing sensation returned, and a flood of fighting instincts surged into my mind.

The pain lasted for less than two seconds.

The bodyguard with the knife approached again, folding the knife in reverse and slashing horizontally towards Jiang Fan's carotid artery.

The movements of the two bodyguards in front of him seemed to slow down in Jiang Fan's eyes, and their movements became predictable trajectories.

He took a half step forward with his left foot, and instead of retreating, he moved forward, crashing directly into the other person's arms.

With his right hand, he precisely gripped the opponent's wrist holding the knife, pressing his thumb firmly against the inside of the opponent's wrist.

The bodyguard felt numb on one side of his body instantly.

Jiang Fan grabbed the arm with both hands, used his waist to twist it outwards.

"Click."

There was a heartbreaking sound of bone cracking.

The bodyguard's arm was bent at an odd angle, and the folding knife slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Jiang Fan caught the folding knife in mid-air with his left hand and delivered a powerful knee strike to the bodyguard's ribs.

"Bang."

With two ribs broken, the bodyguard let out a muffled groan and flew backward, crashing into the mahogany bookshelf.

Seeing this, the other bodyguard roared and slammed his fists down like the wind.

Jiang Fan turned his head to avoid the straight punch, twirled the folding knife in his left hand around his fingertips, and then slammed the hilt hard into the back of the opponent's head.

The man's eyes rolled back, and he fell straight down.

The entire counter-attack took less than ten seconds.

Six more people rushed in from outside the door.

Upon seeing his two companions lying on the ground, the scarred bodyguard's expression changed drastically.

"This is a tricky idea! Let's all work together!"

The six people instantly spread out, sealing off every corner of the study.

Jiang Fan shook the blood off his left arm.

He gripped the folding knife in reverse and took the initiative to meet them.

The bodyguard at the front swung his baton, which whistled through the air as it struck Jiang Fan on the head.

Jiang Fan crouched low and slid in, cutting into the opponent's center line along the edge of the baton.

The second man thrust his knife at Jiang Fan, but Jiang Fan neither dodged nor evaded. He folded his knife with his left hand to meet the attack, and with a "clang," he blocked the opponent's blade.

With his right hand forming a knife shape, Jiang Fan stabbed it hard into the opponent's armpit, instantly paralyzing the entire arm. He then kicked the opponent's knee joint in the side.

"Click."

His knee broke in the opposite direction, and the man screamed as he fell to the ground.

In just two minutes.

The study was in a mess, with various valuable books scattered all over the floor.

There were eight retired special forces soldiers in total, all lying on the ground.

Some had their limbs broken, and some were unconscious.

Jiang Fan stood in the center, his chest heaving violently.

He was hit on the left shoulder again, and his back was also slashed.

Jiang Fan walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Two Doberman Pinschers were barking wildly in the courtyard on the first floor, and the roar of a car engine could be heard from afar.

Qin Wanhao's reinforcements have arrived.

Jiang Fan pushed open the French windows and climbed onto the balcony railing.

Downstairs, a bodyguard with a dog was shining a flashlight upwards.

"He's up there!"

Jiang Fan did not hesitate and jumped.

His body stretched out in mid-air, his hands precisely gripping the cast iron drain pipe.

When he was still two meters from the ground, he released his hands, bent his knees slightly, and landed, rolling forward to dissipate the impact.

A Doberman broke free of its leash and lunged at him with its jaws wide open.

Jiang Fan turned to the side, and with his right hand, he precisely sliced ​​the Doberman's throat with a folding knife, causing blood to spurt out.

The Doberman whimpered, flew two meters away, twitched twice, and then lay still.

Taking advantage of the darkness and the cover of the bushes, Jiang Fan ran wildly, his right foot pushing off the electrical box, and his body was lifted into the air.

He gripped the gap below the electric fence on the wall with both hands, used his waist to push himself over the wall.

After landing, he rolled into the pine forest by the roadside. Using his master-level stealth skills, he quickly adjusted his breathing and blended into the darkness.

Twenty minutes later, at a secluded spot on the winding mountain road.

Jiang Fan opened the door of the black sedan with fake license plates that he had parked on the side of the road beforehand, and got into the driver's seat.

He pulled off his mask and gasped for breath.

The wounds on my left arm and back were still bleeding, and the lining of my black windbreaker was soaked through, feeling cold and sticky against my skin.

He turned the car key, and the black sedan, without its headlights on, drove into the night like a ghost.

-

At the same time.

A private room in a high-end club in Changsha.

Qin Wanhao was drinking with several investors when his phone suddenly started vibrating wildly.

He glanced at the caller ID; it was the security captain of the villa in the western suburbs.

Qin Wanhao frowned and walked to the corridor outside the private room to answer the phone.

"Mr. Qin! Something's happened!" The security captain's voice on the other end of the phone was filled with barely concealed panic. "The study has been burglarized!"

Qin Wanhao's face instantly darkened.

Explain yourself.

"Someone broke in. All eight brothers were beaten to a pulp. The safe was pried open, and the contents... were gone."

Qin Wanhao tightened his grip on his phone.

"What did you say?" His voice was filled with suppressed rage.

"The contents of the safe... are gone."

"Snapped!"

Qin Wanhao slammed his phone against the wall, shattering the screen into pieces.

He leaned against the wall, his chest heaving violently.

Given the security level of his villa in the western suburbs, who could single-handedly take down eight retired special forces soldiers and accurately take that deadly ledger?

Moreover, very few people know the location of that safe.

Several names flashed through Qin Wanhao's mind.

Finally, the image settled on a face with exquisite makeup.

Zhang Yihan.

Qin Wanhao whirled around, pulled out another phone, and yelled, "Go and bring that bitch Zhang Yihan back to me!"