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Their eyes were as alert as eagles, their gaze sharp as torches, constantly scanning their surroundings, leaving no corner unchecked.
The weapon in his hand gleamed with a chilling light under the lamplight, as if silently proclaiming its inviolable authority.
They were like incredibly loyal guards, their backs straight, their eyes focused, meticulously protecting the safety of the villa, like steel statues guarding a castle, building an unbreakable defense for this place.
However, He Yuzhu was no ordinary person. Years of hard work had honed his special skills, making it easy for him to slip away from under their noses.
At this moment, he was hidden in the thick shadows, as if he had become one with the darkness.
The cool moonlight shone down, outlining his tall and straight figure.
His eyes were sharp as he scanned his surroundings, keeping track of every move the guards made.
A slight upturn of his lips revealed a confident yet slightly mocking smile, as if silently declaring that this seemingly tight defense was nothing but a facade in his presence.
Immediately afterwards, He Yuzhu took a deep breath, his chest bulging as if he wanted to take in all the surrounding air.
He squatted slightly, his knees bent, his muscles taut like strings, every tendon brimming with power.
In an instant, he unleashed his special ability—teleportation.
His body transformed into a phantom shadow, flashing at near-light speed, leaving only a fleeting afterimage before vanishing in an instant.
The next second, He Yuzhu appeared in a dark corner not far away. The dim light and piles of clutter provided him with an excellent hiding place.
The guards, like puppets controlled by invisible threads, remained highly vigilant, their eyes mechanically fixed on the front, completely unaware of the momentary fluctuations in the air and the instantaneous change in the figures before them.
He Yuzhu crouched low, holding his breath, and keenly noticed that the guards' attention was being drawn to a trivial noise in the distance.
Seizing the opportunity, he took a deep breath, exerted force with both legs, and shot forward like an arrow, accompanied by a sharp gust of wind.
With a swift movement, he used a teleportation skill like a ghost, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air as fast as a meteor tearing through the night sky, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived at the villa's outer wall.
He lightly touched the ground with his toes and leaped onto a large, leafy tree, standing steadily on its thick branches. The swaying leaves cleverly concealed his figure.
He Yuzhu looked down and saw that the villa was brightly lit, as if it were daytime, and the sounds of laughter could be faintly heard through the windows.
His eyes were cold and sharp. He quickly scanned the surroundings to make sure no one was watching, then turned and disappeared into the deep, dark night behind him. In an instant, he vanished without a trace, leaving only the quiet night, as if nothing had ever happened.
Under such tight surveillance, as dense as a spider web, every corner was covered by the watcher's gaze, and the air seemed to be filled with tension and vigilance.
He Yuzhu, a man who has honed his extraordinary skills in a perilous environment, is like an extremely agile and adept fish in water. Every one of his senses is highly awakened, and he has an extraordinary sensitivity to subtle changes in his surroundings.
He moved with incredible agility, skillfully using the surrounding buildings and objects as cover, sometimes concealing himself in shadows, and sometimes creating brief visual distractions with the help of objects.
Those monitors meticulously set up what seemed to be an invincible net, believing they had the whole situation under control. Little did they know that He Yuzhu was like a ghost, always able to accurately detect their blind spots, silently passing through those narrow gaps without leaving a trace, as if he had never been there at all.
Even before he was about to appear, He Yuzhu had already held his breath and focused all his attention on sensing Gao Kening's location.
His perception was like an invisible yet incredibly resilient net, centered on himself, constantly spreading and exploring outwards, leaving no possible clue unchecked.
He keenly observed even the subtle fluctuations in the air and the faint scents emanating from the crowd.
Once Gao Kening's location was precisely locked, He Yuzhu's eyes instantly sharpened like an eagle's. Without hesitation or pause, it was as if a deadly flood or ferocious beast was relentlessly pursuing him, and every second was a matter of life and death.
He flashed forward, taking long strides like a black lightning bolt, rushing towards his target with lightning speed.
Those steps were firm and powerful, each step carrying a resolute momentum, as if to crush all potential obstacles in front of them, whether tangible walls or intangible predicaments, and to forge a path that belonged only to themselves.
When he reached a slightly more distant location, He Yuzhu quickly and meticulously scanned his surroundings, relying on the keen observation skills he had honed through his experiences in the underworld.
His eyes were sharp, not missing a single corner. He first cautiously examined the vehicles parked on the street, looking for any unusual figures hiding among them; then he carefully observed the windows of nearby buildings, confirming that there were no suspicious reflections—that might be light refracted from a scope.
After repeatedly confirming that there were no signs of danger, he darted away and quietly landed in a dark, secluded alley.
This alleyway seems to be a corner forgotten by time, with a dark and damp atmosphere.
The walls are covered with mottled green moss, traces sculpted by time and dampness, as if silently telling stories of the past.
A faint musty smell permeated the air, mixed with the odor of old bricks and stones, penetrating straight into the nostrils and making one involuntarily frown.
He Yuzhu stood quietly in the dim and secluded alley, surrounded by a damp and slightly decaying smell.
He closed his eyes slightly, his chest heaving violently, and took a deep breath of the stuffy air, trying to ease his tense nerves.
Immediately afterwards, his lips moved rapidly as he muttered incantations. His deep voice seemed to come from the deepest hell, mysterious and difficult to understand.
At the same time, his hands moved rapidly in front of him, his ten fingers nimbly changing into various strange gestures, as if weaving an invisible net.
As He Yuzhu continued his hand seals, the surrounding air began to fluctuate strangely, as if a boulder had been thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples to spread.
The once dimly lit alley was now filled with wisps of light that seemed to slither and dance through the air like snakes.
In an instant, a blinding flash of light appeared, and a uniquely designed car with sleek and beautiful lines suddenly appeared out of thin air.
The car shimmered with a mysterious light, and every line of its body was like a meticulously crafted work of art. Under the light, it seemed like a rare treasure that had descended from another mysterious world.
Without the slightest hesitation, He Yuzhu strode forward, yanked open the car door, and sat in the driver's seat.
His movements were fluid and seamless, as if he had rehearsed them countless times.
He Yuzhu sat in the driver's seat, skillfully inserted the key with both hands, and with a gentle turn, the engine instantly emitted a deep and powerful roar, the sound like a long-dormant beast being suddenly awakened, carrying a majestic aura of being ready to unleash its power.
Immediately afterwards, he slammed on the gas pedal, and the car shot off like an arrow, speeding towards the direction he sensed in his heart.
As he glanced around, he secretly rejoiced that there wasn't a single surveillance camera in the area, as if fate itself was helping him out.
He Yuzhu's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and he became bolder, no longer hesitant, and confidently traversed the road.
At this moment, his eyes were as firm as iron, as if a powerful magnet was drawing him in, and he stared intently at the road ahead. In his heart, the road ahead was where his destined goal lay, where the key to unraveling all mysteries and turning the tide was hidden.
The car sped along the winding road like an arrow, its wheels screeching against the asphalt.
The scenery outside the window seemed to be pulled away rapidly by an invisible hand, flying backward like lightning, with the trees and buildings on the street turning into blurry light and shadow.
He Yuzhu gripped the steering wheel tightly, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, his expression grave.
After driving for an unknown amount of time, he suddenly turned the steering wheel and brought the car to a steady stop on the side of the road.
He took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, placed his hands on the steering wheel, and entered a state of extreme concentration.
At this moment, the car was so quiet that only his steady breathing could be heard.
He focused all his attention, trying to sense Gao Kening's direction again.
His brows furrowed slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, as if he were engaged in an invisible battle.
In his perception, the whole world seemed to quiet down, and time seemed to freeze, leaving only him and that mysterious aura resonating with each other.
His senses were like countless fine threads, spreading out in all directions, constantly searching and exploring in the air.
Every tiny fluctuation could be a key clue to finding Gao Kening.
He was immersed in this intangible world of perception, not letting go of any possible direction, as if searching for a lighthouse to guide him in a vast ocean.
As night fell, a light drizzle fell over Hong Kong, adding a touch of mystery to this bustling metropolis.
Inside the car, he held his breath, completely immersed in that subtle sensation.
After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes, a look of determination flashing in them. He gently turned the steering wheel and adjusted the direction of the car.
The engine roared again, and the car sped off like a cheetah, disappearing into the rainy night.
He hadn't gone far when he slammed on the brakes again.
With both hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, he focused his mind once again to capture that mysterious aura.
Each focused exploration intensifies that aura, like a lighthouse in the dark night, piercing through layers of fog and clearly guiding the way forward.
Chapter 595
He quickened his pace and repeated the process of parking, sensing, and adjusting the route twice more.
With each sensing, that aura surged forth like a tidal wave, so clear it was almost tangible.
At this moment, the excitement in his heart was like a wild horse that could not be contained. The dawn of victory seemed to have pierced through the rain curtain and was within reach, making his blood boil and making him eager to rush to the final destination.
As night fell and the air was thick with mist, He Yuzhu, carrying a secret mission, hurried through the brightly lit, bustling, and glamorous streets of Hong Kong, where danger lurked beneath the surface.
Soon, he arrived at the outside of a courtyard.
This courtyard is like a mysterious fortress hidden in the city, surrounded and protected by a high wall.
The wall is made of ancient blue bricks, with the marks of time etched on it. The lush vines that climb all over the wall are like a natural green curtain, completely obscuring the view inside the courtyard. It looks ancient, elegant, and mysterious, like a wise and taciturn hermit who has experienced many vicissitudes and is keeping secrets hidden in the bustling city.
He Yuzhu leaned against the wall, his figure blending into the darkness. He held his breath, his eyes sharp, carefully observing every move in the courtyard through the gaps in the vines, not missing a single abnormality.
In the turbulent and unpredictable business district of Haojiang, He Yuzhu seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible yet powerful obsession, devoting himself wholeheartedly to the investigation of the Fu Laorong family and the Gao Kening family.
Through countless days and nights, he was like an ascetic, giving up all entertainment and rest, dedicating all his energy to this unimaginably difficult task.
His study had become a maze overwhelmed by documents, with layers upon layers of files piled up as if they might collapse at any moment from the weight of the burden.
The papers exuded the scent of ink and the passage of time, blending together in the cramped space.
The wall was covered with a dense and intricate network of relationships. Every thin line was like a hidden vein; every tiny mark was a testament to his wisdom and hard work, like a carefully woven spider web, carrying all his heart and soul and his hopes.
He Yuzhu was like a tireless veteran detective, plunging headlong into the vast sea of information, comparing and carefully distinguishing it, conducting a meticulous analysis as if peeling back the layers.
Countless quiet early mornings, when the whole city was asleep, the light in his study stubbornly shone, illuminating his furrowed brows.
His eyes were focused and persistent as he pondered deeply over the information before him, sometimes muttering to himself, sometimes quickly jotting down a fleeting inspiration in his notebook.
Finally, perseverance paid off. After countless deliberations and verifications, He Yuzhu finally determined that this seemingly ordinary and inconspicuous mansion was not part of the Gao Kening family's astonishingly vast asset portfolio.
He Yuzhu stood by the window, and the brightly lit night view of Haojiang unfolded before his eyes like a magnificent scroll.