Courtyard House: My Wife is Xu Huizhen

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Upon hearing that familiar voice, Huo Yingdong's heartstrings, which had been taut like a bowstring, finally began to relax slightly.

He gripped the knife tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force, and moved slowly and cautiously to the door. He first listened intently, and the only sound outside was He Yuzhu's slightly rapid breathing.

Immediately afterwards, he squinted, peered through the peephole, and only after seeing clearly that it was He Yuzhu outside the door did he slowly turn the lock and open the door.

"Are you OK?"

Huo Yingdong's voice was filled with undisguised concern, and his gaze swept over He Yuzhu, trying to find even the slightest trace of injury.

He Yuzhu smiled gently, shaking his head slightly to indicate with his eyes that he was alright.

Seeing this, Huo Yingdong raised his hand and scratched his head, his brows furrowing into a deep frown, and asked with a puzzled expression:

"That's so strange. Just now, that guy was holding a knife, and with a flash of cold light, he was about to cut me, but for some reason, he suddenly fell straight down."

"It's good that you're alright. Maybe he has a heart condition and it just happened to be acting up."

He Yuzhu remained calm and composed, showing no intention of revealing the truth.

The two cautiously entered the house, where a tense atmosphere filled the air.

He Yuzhu looked up and saw that Huo Yingdong had already tied the thug up tightly and tossed him into a dark corner of the room like a heavy bag.

The assailant was struggling weakly, making incoherent mumbles. Huo Yingdong, his expression grave, recounted the attack to He Yuzhu in detail, leaving no detail overlooked.

After they finished speaking, the two began exchanging the information they had. Huo Yingdong frowned, his face serious, and said in a low but firm voice:

"This place has been exposed and is too dangerous. We must move immediately and find another safe place."

He Yuzhu's mind raced through every scene from his careful scan of the building, and a sense of unease welled up within him. He worried that there might be hidden enemies lurking in the shadows, waiting for their chance to strike.

His brows furrowed as he fell into a brief but profound contemplation.

A moment later, he suddenly remembered that there was a vacant apartment upstairs that had been unoccupied for a long time. An idea immediately came to him, and he said:

"The current situation is extremely unfavorable for us. The enemy is hiding in the shadows, while our every move is exposed. If we rashly go out, we are very likely to fall right into their trap and be caught in their carefully laid ambush. In my opinion, we should move upstairs. Upstairs, we have a geographical advantage. We can have a commanding view of everything happening below and closely monitor the surrounding movements. We can also use the advantageous terrain to lie in wait for the enemy to show up and catch them off guard."

Upon hearing this, Huo Yingdong's eyes lit up instantly, like fireworks suddenly bursting in the night sky, radiating brilliance.

He nodded emphatically, his face full of agreement:

"Great idea! That suits me perfectly."

Having said that, he turned around swiftly like a gust of wind and hurried back to his room.

He deftly stuffed clothes, important documents, and other items into his backpack, his movements skillful and swift, without the slightest hesitation.

After getting ready, he slung his backpack over his shoulder and strode onto the balcony. He stood there upright, his eyes fixed on the street below, anxiously awaiting He Yuzhu's arrival.

Huo Yingdong has practiced internal strength kung fu since childhood. Although he has not reached the top level, he is agile and can easily climb balconies and break into houses.

He moved with agility, using both hands and feet, and quickly climbed onto the balcony. Seeing that Huo Yingdong was already in position, He Yuzhu effortlessly picked up the man who had attacked Huo Yingdong as if he were a chick, and then strode upstairs.

Immediately afterwards, he quickly turned back downstairs, bent down and picked up the Southeast Asian girl and their luggage, and steadily walked upstairs.

Upstairs was a spacious and elegant executive suite with a well-designed layout and three bedrooms, enough for the three of them to rest comfortably.

He Yuzhu and Huo Yingdong had planned a short two- or three-day trip to Macau, so they didn't bring any men, assuming nothing would go wrong. However, upon arrival, they were unexpectedly attacked by assassins.

He Yuzhu stared grimly at the two subdued assassins, his anger surging like a raging tide. However, he knew this was not the time to act impulsively, so he forcibly suppressed his raging anger and did not immediately begin interrogating the assassins.

He took a deep breath to calm himself down, then took out his phone and dialed Du Guanghe's number.

Late at night, the rain poured down outside the window, making a pattering sound as it hit the glass.

He Yuzhu sat in the dimly lit room, his hand tightly gripping the phone. Du Guanghe's anxious voice came through the receiver:

"What's wrong? What happened?"

He Yuzhu took a deep breath, his tone as cold as the frost of winter:

"Old Du, bring two men with you tomorrow! Someone wants to kill me!"

His words carried an undeniable seriousness. Du Guanghe, startled on the other end of the phone, nearly dropped his teacup and hurriedly asked:

Are you injured? What happened?

He knew that He Yuzhu was highly skilled and that ordinary people could not get close to him. But at this moment, it was a matter of life and death. Even though his reason told him that He Yuzhu would not be easily injured, his inner worries still spread wildly like weeds.

In the dead of night, the international hotel was shrouded in deathly silence, so quiet that it was hard to breathe. The air in the lobby seemed frozen, every breath chilling to the bone.

The dim, yellowish light from the chandelier cast dappled shadows on the floor, making the entire space feel even more gloomy.

He and He Yuzhu stood facing each other, the atmosphere tense like a bowstring stretched to its limit, seemingly about to snap with a "clang" and release astonishing power at any moment.

He Yuzhu's tall and muscular body was as majestic as a mountain, exuding an invisible pressure. Just by standing there, the surrounding air became heavy.

In comparison, he was thin and looked incredibly small next to He Yuzhu, like a frail blade of grass trembling in the wind.

The difference in strength between the two was like an insurmountable chasm, unfathomable and unfathomable.

If He Yuzhu wanted to take his life, it would be effortless. In the face of He Yuzhu's overwhelming strength, he was like an insignificant ant, whose life would vanish instantly without a trace with just a gentle crush.

Recalling that painful past, he still feels lingering fear.

That was a fatal mistake that put him under He Yuzhu's control.

The days of imprisonment were dark and hopeless. In the small, damp room, the only source of light was the small, unreachable window high above, which would occasionally let in a sliver of light, which would vanish in an instant.

He huddled in the corner, listening to his own heartbeat, each beat like a heavy hammer, sounding especially heavy in the silence.

Every minute felt like a year, with hunger, fear, and despair intertwined and inseparable.

More than once in the darkness, he despaired, wondering if his life was about to end quietly, turning into a wronged soul in some unknown corner.

However, fate played a strange joke on him. After being imprisoned for seven days and on the verge of mental and physical collapse, He Yuzhu unexpectedly appeared in front of him with a half-smile on his face and simply said, "You can go now."

At that moment, he thought he had misheard, his eyes widened, and he stared at the person in front of him in disbelief.

It wasn't until He Yuzhu impatiently repeated himself that he snapped out of his daze and scrambled away from that nightmarish place.

After that, in order to repay He Yuzhu for sparing his life and to survive in this dog-eat-dog world, he had no choice but to become one of He Yuzhu's henchmen.

He once had his own dreams and aspirations, looking forward to a bright future. But now, he has completely deviated from his former life path and is sinking deeper and deeper into the dark mire.

Upon hearing the news that He Yuzhu had been assassinated in the hotel, his face turned deathly pale, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

My heart was pounding like a war drum, as if it were about to burst out of my chest at any moment.

He was extremely anxious, his feet felt like they were on burning hot coals, he couldn't stop pacing back and forth in the room, and he kept muttering to himself.

After enduring countless hardships and finally learning that He Yuzhu was safe and sound, his nerves, which had been taut as if they were about to snap, slowly began to relax.

He breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly assured He Yuzhu on the other end of the phone that he would definitely arrive tonight, even if he had to travel all night.

He Yuzhu succinctly told him the hotel room number and told him to check in directly upon arrival.

Upon hearing this, he repeatedly agreed, his voice filled with the relief of surviving a close call. After hanging up the phone, he rushed to the closet, stuffed his clothes into his travel bag, quickly checked his documents, and prepared to embark on this urgent journey.

After hanging up the phone, He Yuzhu took a deep breath, his chest heaving as he tried to calm his turbulent emotions.

He turned slightly to the side, leaning closer to Huo Yingdong, who also looked solemn and had his brows furrowed in a knot, and began to discuss the matter in a very low voice.

The harrowing escape I just experienced was like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from, though it has temporarily come to an end.

The two observed their surroundings carefully, leaving no stone unturned, their eyes as alert as eagles, not missing a single corner, yet they found no other hidden threats.

But they knew perfectly well that, based on their years of experience in the underworld, the mastermind behind this incident was most likely Ye Han's side.

Yip Hon had been eyeing the gambling license for years, his eyes practically bleeding from the desire. However, his own funds were stretched thin, and his meager resources were woefully inadequate for the license's requirements. That's why he eagerly invited Fok Ying-tung to join the game.

Back in 1961, the economic situation was sluggish and the market was like a winter. Fok Ying-tung invested a lot of money in several large projects. His working capital was already stretched to the limit, like a fully drawn bowstring, and it would break if he was not careful.

Chapter 560 Interrogation

Several million yuan is no small sum; the amount is heavy enough to crush most people.

Even someone as shrewd and capable as He Yuzhu, who can manipulate the business world, would find it difficult to accumulate enough money in a short period of time to fill this huge funding gap without his ingenious and unique ways of making money.

He Yuzhu and Huo Yingdong stood back to back, panting heavily, their eyes warily scanning their surroundings.

Both were still shaken by the near-miss of the attack.

He Yuzhu raised his hand to wipe the blood and sweat stains from his face, gritted his teeth and whispered:

"Brother Dong, tell me, who did this? So ruthless, trying to kill us both!"

Huo Yingdong frowned, his gaze dark and brooding. After a moment of contemplation, he said in a deep voice:

"Thinking about it carefully, the two people who have such methods in the underworld and have a grudge against us are most likely Fu Laorong and Gao Kening from Taixing Company. These two have always been ruthless and unscrupulous, and are notorious in both the underworld and the legitimate world."

Upon hearing this, He Yuzhu spat fiercely and cursed:

"Damn it, it must be those two bastards! They've always disliked us, and now they're resorting to such despicable tactics."

But in the current situation, if we rashly go to their door to question them, they will definitely put on an extremely innocent face and deny everything.

The two talked back and forth, weighing the pros and cons repeatedly, both knowing that acting impulsively at this moment would only lead them into each other's trap.

Now that we have just experienced a fierce battle, with some casualties and weakened strength, if we launch a strong attack on Taixing Company at this time, the chances of victory are slim, and it may also implicate more brothers.

Ultimately, they decided to hold back and stabilize the situation.

Once we return to our respective territories and have everything settled, we'll settle accounts with them later, both old and new.

After the discussion, Huo Yingdong dragged his slightly tired body back to his room to wash up and rest. He Yuzhu's eyes sharpened, a ruthless glint flashing in them. He strode towards the two wounded and fallen assassins, bent down, grabbed their collars, and dragged them into the room like dead dogs, preparing to pry some key clues out of them.