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He Yuzhu's eyes were sharp and unwavering. Without the slightest hesitation, he used the cover of night to slip into the house like a ghost.
Upon entering the room, a pungent and strong smell of alcohol hit you, making you almost nauseous. Clearly, Gao Kening had drunk a lot of alcohol before going to bed.
He Yuzhu's gaze quickly swept to the bed, where Gao Kening was lying sprawled out, snoring loudly, with a trace of drool at the corner of her mouth, fast asleep, completely unaware that an uninvited guest had sneaked into the room.
He Yuzhu coldly swept his gaze over Gao Kening, secretly sneering to himself.
In countless novels, movies, and TV series I've encountered, villains seem to be cursed with some strange curse, always destined to "die from talking too much."
Whenever the situation becomes critical, they become obsessed with self-aggrandizement and lengthy sermons, completely ignoring fleeting opportunities, and ultimately only face a miserable end in regret.
He Yuzhu would not repeat such a foolish mistake. At this moment, his eyes were as firm as iron, his lips were tightly closed, and his aura was restrained and profound.
He stepped forward steadily, slowly raising his right palm. The internal energy in his palm surged like a dark current, condensing the profound foundation of years of hard training. There seemed to be a faint electric current running through the air, emitting a subtle "buzzing" sound.
In an instant, He Yuzhu exerted his strength, and with overwhelming force, slammed his fist into Gao Kening's chest.
This palm strike contained immense power, instantly compressing the air and creating a visible shockwave.
Under the impact of this enormous force, Gao Kening's body trembled violently as if struck by lightning. It was as if she was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, her feet leaving the ground, and then she was thrown heavily backward.
When he landed, he was already motionless, his eyes wide open in disbelief, as if even in his last moments he couldn't understand why he had been defeated so quickly and so thoroughly, mercilessly slammed into endless darkness by this fatal blow, as if falling into another silent world.
In the unpredictable world of business, He Yuzhu and Gao Kening were originally competitors in the business world, and their conflict initially stemmed from normal competition in the business arena.
In order to compete for market share and obtain more profits, businesses should, in principle, follow commercial rules to resolve issues.
However, Gao Kening was narrow-minded and could not stand to see He Yuzhu gain the upper hand in this business game.
Driven by self-interest and jealousy, he made a crazy and vicious decision—to send an assassin to kill He Yuzhu.
The assassins, hired by Gao Kening, were like ghosts in the night, dressed in black bodysuits, carrying sharp daggers, and hiding in the shadows of street corners.
Their eyes were cold and emotionless as they constantly observed their surroundings, waiting for their target to appear.
As soon as He Yuzhu enters their attack range, they pounce on him like hungry wolves, carrying out assassinations with extremely cruel methods.
Fortunately, He Yuzhu possesses a special ability: he can keenly perceive changes in his surroundings.
At the critical moment when the assassin was about to launch his attack, he sensed danger approaching.
He flashed forward, his movements as swift as a ghost, quickly dodging the assassins' fatal blows.
The assassins' blades grazed his clothes time and again, bringing a cool breeze, but they could not harm him in the slightest.
Seeing that the assassination attempt had failed, Gao Kening's ruthlessness grew even stronger. Without hesitation, she meticulously planned an even more dangerous ambush on the road that He Yuzhu was bound to take.
A modified van, entirely black, like a giant beast lurking in the night, roared out from its hiding place with a deep engine, speeding toward He Yuzhu at an almost insane pace.
As the van approached, the window was rolled down with a "whoosh," revealing several dark gun muzzles that gleamed coldly under the dim streetlights, pointed directly at He Yuzhu.
In an instant, the quiet street was shattered by a burst of dense and ear-piercing gunfire. Bullets, carrying murderous intent, rained down on He Yuzhu like a torrential downpour.
Faced with this sudden life-or-death crisis, He Yuzhu's aura changed abruptly. Relying on his mysterious and special abilities, he instantly entered a transcendent state.
His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, and his body was agile. He dodged left and right amidst the hail of bullets, every movement precise and swift, just like a nimble cheetah moving freely through the jungle, narrowly dodging potentially fatal bullets time and time again.
He Yuzhu, living in a society that appears prosperous on the surface but is actually turbulent underneath, is as clear-headed as a mirror, knowing that seeking help from the police would be futile.
The world is still a place where the strong prey on the weak, and the law of the jungle prevails.
Although the police have a set of established procedures for handling cases, the network of interests behind shopping malls is intricate and complex, with various forces hindering each other. How can the truth be easily uncovered and thoroughly investigated?
In this bloody and intriguing battlefield of the business world, without one's own military strength to back one up and without a powerful force to rely on, one is like a rootless duckweed, unable to stand firm at all.
Gao Kening's actions during this period have all severely crossed He Yuzhu's bottom line. This is intolerable, and he must take action to retaliate.
The night was as dark as ink, so thick it seemed impossible to dissolve, enveloping the entire city.
Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, He Yuzhu moved silently, his movements swift and agile, like a ghost, resolutely sneaking towards Gao Kening's residence.
His steps were light, each one steady and firm, his eyes filled with determination, as if declaring to this dark world that he would not sit idly by and wait for death, but would definitely seek justice for himself.
In the dimly lit room, Gao Kening nestled comfortably in the carved mahogany chair, a smug smile playing on her lips. She could already picture He Yuzhu's utter defeat and chuckled softly to herself.
Just as he was basking in the illusory joy of victory, a dark shadow silently appeared behind him.
He Yuzhu moved with ghostly speed, his eyes flashing with a cold light. Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately circulated his internal energy, condensing it into a sharp burst of energy, and precisely delivered it into Gao Kening's body.
This vital energy, like an ancient dragon awakening, surged through Gao Kening's meridians with overwhelming force.
In an instant, a faint yet deadly "crack" sound came from inside her body, and Gao Kening's heart meridian had been shattered by this immense force.
Gao Kening's body suddenly trembled violently. Her smug expression vanished instantly, like a wisp of cloud swept away by a gust of wind, replaced by a face full of terror and despair.
He opened his mouth wide, trying to cry for help, but it felt as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.
His eyes were wide open like copper bells, filled with fear and resentment at death, and his body fell straight backward uncontrollably.
With a dull thud, he fell heavily to the ground, thus ending his sinful life.
This painless and instantly fatal way of dying was too good for Gao Kening, whose hands were stained with the blood of countless innocent people and whose crimes were numerous.
He should have been subjected to a thousand cuts and paid an even more terrible price for his countless sins.
However, He Yuzhu knew that this place was not a safe place to stay for long, and every moment of delay would bring more danger.
He quickly scanned his surroundings. The furnishings in the room were still messy and disorganized. The ornaments and calligraphy that symbolized Gao Kening's extravagant lifestyle were now nothing more than a pile of worthless vulgar objects in his eyes.
He didn't touch anything and turned to walk back the way he came.
He Yuzhu's steps were light and steady, each step landing silently. His figure appeared and disappeared in the dim light, like a shooting star that streaked across the night sky, fleeting in an instant.
Soon, he disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind only the empty room and the gradually cooling corpse on the ground, witnessing the thrilling scene that had just unfolded.
Chapter 598
When I returned to the villa, all around was deathly silent, as if the whole world was shrouded in a thick layer of silence.
He Yuzhu took each step with extreme care, his shoes barely making a sound as they brushed the ground, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility.
He scanned his surroundings warily, and only after confirming that he hadn't disturbed anyone did he tiptoe towards the bedroom.
Pushing open the door, Lin Wanting was still sleeping peacefully in bed. Moonlight shone through the thin gauze curtains, casting a soft halo around her face. Her sleeping face was as serene as an innocent angel.
Her chest rose and fell slightly, her breathing was even and gentle, and each breath carried a sweet scent.
He Yuzhu tiptoed to the bedside and slowly sat down. The mattress sank slightly because of his movement. He paused for a moment, and seeing that Lin Wanting was not awakened, he gently lay down without worry.
He reached out and slowly embraced her. Her body was soft and warm. Under this warm embrace, He Yuzhu's tense nerves gradually relaxed, and his eyelids grew heavier. With soft breathing, he gradually drifted into sleep.
The next morning, the warm sunlight, like a thin veil, quietly filtered through the gaps in the curtains and gently spilled into every corner of the room.
Lin Wanting slowly woke up, her eyes still sleepy, and her gaze fell on He Yuzhu, who was sleeping peacefully beside her.
In an instant, an indescribable emotion, like a new bud quietly sprouting in spring, gently arose in her heart.
She pouted slightly, with a touch of girlish coquettishness and playfulness, and without warning, bit down on He Yuzhu's arm.
He Yuzhu was suddenly awakened from his sleep, crying out in pain. He instinctively pulled his arm back and looked up at Lin Wanting.
Her eyes, as clear as autumn water, sparkled with a lively light. Coupled with her cute and playful appearance, she looked exactly like a kitten that had just stolen some cream.
He Yuzhu couldn't help but laugh, his voice full of affection as he gently said, "Good girl, call me that from now on."
Upon hearing this, Lin Wanting's beautiful eyes widened instantly, as if she was extremely dissatisfied with He Yuzhu's inexplicable request. Then, she rolled her eyes at He Yuzhu, the eye roll being extremely vivid, as if silently protesting: "You're the only one who knows how to make weird requests!"
Immediately afterwards, she twisted her slender waist slightly and rushed into the bathroom like a gust of wind, leaving He Yuzhu sitting on the bed, watching her departing figure with a faint smile still on his lips.
Upon entering the bathroom, Lin Wanting staggered towards the toilet as if she had suffered a severe blow.
Her hands gripped the edge of the toilet like pincers, her whole body heaving and trembling violently, followed by a violent vomiting fit.
The contents of her stomach surged out like a burst dam, and her face instantly contorted in pain, her features contorted with discomfort.
His hair, disheveled from the violent movements, clung to his sweaty cheeks, making him look extremely disheveled.
At this moment, He Yuzhu casually put his hands in his pockets, wore his signature grin, and slowly walked into the restroom.
He looked at Lin Wanting, who was vomiting uncontrollably while clinging to the toilet, and teased her with a slight smile, "Your alcohol tolerance isn't very good. You need to practice more."
The tone was full of mockery, as if the scene before him was nothing more than a funny little farce.
It took Lin Wanting a lot of effort to recover. She raised her head, her eyes full of resentment, and glared at He Yuzhu. Her voice was hoarse from vomiting, but also carried a hint of coquettishness: "Boss, you're so mean."
He Yuzhu shook his head slightly, still wearing that faint smile on his face, and turned to walk towards the washbasin.
He moved with practiced ease, reaching for his toothbrush and steadily squeezing out a thin strip of toothpaste from the tube beside him, before beginning his thorough brushing.
As the toothbrush moved rhythmically back and forth in his mouth, white foam gradually appeared at the corners of his lips. His movements were unhurried and each stroke exuded complete composure, as if all the noise and disturbances around him were irrelevant.
After washing up, he casually picked up a towel from the side, wiped his face to remove the water droplets, then turned around and leisurely walked downstairs with light steps.
As soon as He Yuzhu stepped into the downstairs living room, he immediately sensed that something was amiss.
Under the lights, everyone's expressions were different, like a strange ukiyo-e painting.
Some had their brows furrowed into knots, as if tightly bound by invisible ropes; others had a slight upturn at the corners of their mouths, their eyes sparkling with barely suppressed excitement, like warriors about to go to battle; still others stood frozen in place, their faces full of astonishment, as if they had been frozen in place.
He Yuzhu already had a guess in his mind, but he remained calm and composed, as if he knew nothing. He raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, "What happened?"
Ye Han was like a torch that had been lit, his eyes sparkling with excitement, and his whole being radiating a joyful aura.
He walked quickly, reaching He Yuzhu in a few steps, his voice trembling slightly with excitement: "Mr. He, I just received some good news. Gao Kening suffered a sudden heart attack last night and just like that... passed away."
As Ye Han spoke, he waved his hands in the air, his face beaming with joy, like spring flowers in full bloom.