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The streets and alleys were bustling with traffic, and the sounds of car horns and pedestrians chatting could be faintly heard, but they did not disturb his thoughts in the slightest.
After Gao Kening sent people to assassinate and attack him, He Yuzhu quickly realized with his keen insight that Gao Kening must also be on guard against his retaliation in all aspects.
He secretly pondered that if he were in Gao Kening's situation right now, changing residences would undoubtedly be the simplest and most effective way to protect himself.
He kept rehearsing Gao Kening's possible actions in his mind, trying to find a loophole and find a way out for his next plan.
A complex and unreadable expression flashed across He Yuzhu's eyes for a fleeting moment.
In the depths of his eyes, his contempt for Gao Kening's cunning ways of dealing with people was clearly visible. In his view, such behavior was nothing more than petty tricks that could only deceive those who were inexperienced in the ways of the world.
But at the same time, there was also a hidden hint of genuine admiration for the opponent's cautious attitude in his eyes.
After all, in the unpredictable and ever-changing business world, every decision is a matter of life and death, and the slightest carelessness can lead to complete failure. It is truly remarkable that Gao Kening can maintain such thorough consideration in so many matters.
It must be admitted that Gao Kening is indeed a meticulous and shrewd person. Her style of doing things is like that of a chess player with a sophisticated strategy. She calculates every move precisely and plans the situation several steps ahead in advance.
But none of this could shake He Yuzhu's determination to uncover the truth in the face of his unwavering belief.
He traveled thousands of miles, crossing mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas, to come here with his wisdom and courage, to reveal all the secrets hidden in the depths of darkness to the world without reservation, and to seek justice for those who have suffered injustice.
He Yuzhu stood still, slowly taking a deep breath, trying to calm the surging emotions in his heart.
He slightly raised his hand, his movements steady and meticulous, carefully adjusting the crisp black trench coat he was wearing. His slender fingers gently smoothed along the hem of the coat, and every wrinkle disappeared under his caress.
Then, he looked firmly at the courtyard gate and walked steadily forward with firm and powerful steps.
At this moment, the tranquil darkness is like a huge and heavy curtain, completely enveloping the surroundings, and a thrilling adventure is about to slowly unfold under the cover of this thick night.
In this dog-eat-dog, perilous world of martial arts, there circulates a peculiar rule that seems absurd but actually contains endless wisdom for survival: as long as I change quickly enough, the enemy won't be able to find me.
For those caught in the vortex of power struggles, shrouded in the shadow of danger day and night, frequently changing hiding places is like prey living in constant fear in a dark and deep forest, trying to escape the hunter's relentless and deadly pursuit.
However, He Yuzhu was no ordinary hunter.
His temperament was as firm as iron, and his thinking was as meticulous as a precision instrument; no clue could escape his eyes.
His methods are endless and unpredictable.
In this silent battle with Gao Kening, which was devoid of swords but equally thrilling, He Yuzhu had already meticulously planned ahead and quietly prepared a backup plan.
He cleverly planted a tracking mark on Gao Kening using an extremely secretive, almost lost ancient method.
This mark is like an invisible yet strong thread, silently binding the two tightly together, allowing them to sense each other's movements even when they are far apart.
No matter how careful Gao Kening was afterward, and how much effort he put into hiding in the intricate and winding streets and alleys of Haojiang, as long as his feet had not yet set foot on this ever-changing land, he was destined to be unable to escape He Yuzhu's tight control, which was like a net from heaven and earth.
As time quietly slipped away into the night, the city's hustle and bustle had long since subsided, and the midnight bells rang out mercilessly, like a pronouncement of fate.
He Yuzhu stood alone in an upscale residential area, a place seemingly forgotten by the bustling city. The night was so quiet it sent chills down one's spine, like a lurking, sleeping beast that might awaken at any moment.
The streetlights on both sides of the street were arranged in a staggered pattern, emitting a dim and soft light, like ancient candlelight, outlining mottled light and shadow on the ground, like a mysterious painting, adding a touch of eeriness to this secretive pursuit.
A gentle breeze rustled through the trees, their branches whispering and rustling, a sound like a softly sung nocturne, adding a touch of mystery to the still night.
Along both sides of the street, the windows of every household were completely covered by heavy curtains, not letting in a single ray of light, as if behind each window lay an unfathomable and unknown secret.
He Yuzhu drove the sleek black sedan slowly through the quiet residential area. The wheels made a slight rustling sound as they rubbed against the ground, as if playing a low prelude in the silence.
His eyes were like stars in a cold night, cold and sharp, like two sharp blades gleaming with cold light, not missing any slight movement, vigilantly scrutinizing his surroundings.
When the car reached a secluded corner some distance from Gao Kening's new residence, He Yuzhu lightly applied the brakes, and the car came to a steady stop.
He gently pushed open the car door, his movements as slow and deliberate as a cat stalking in the dark, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility.
With a light touch of his toes on the ground, He Yuzhu bent his knees and exerted force, unleashing the powerful energy that had been building up within him. His figure flashed like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, he landed steadily on a thick tree next to him.
The tree trunk swayed slightly from his swift leap, and the leaves rustled, but soon returned to stillness.
He Yuzhu stood upright on the tree branch, his posture straight, like a war god descending, exuding an inviolable majesty.
The moonlight shone on him, outlining his resolute features and casting a long shadow, making him appear even more mysterious.
After a brief pause, he exerted his strength again, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot. In just one breath, he appeared on the adjacent rooftop.
He darted swiftly between rooftops, like a phantom moving through the darkness. Each rapid flash was accompanied by a slight gust of wind, a sound like a battle song played in the night, cheering and paying tribute to his arrival.
His steps were light and swift, the tiles barely making a sound beneath his feet; only the whistling of the wind they stirred up testified to his rapid movement.
With his agile skills, He Yuzhu quickly moved through the streets and alleys and soon arrived at Gao Kening's residence.
This three-and-a-half-story luxury villa, with its unique European architectural style, stands out in this upscale residential area.
Under the moonlight, the villa's pointed roof and carved railings cast long shadows, adding to its mysterious atmosphere.
The villa's exterior walls were covered in ivy, which looked like a dark green ocean in the night, providing natural cover for He Yuzhu's actions.
He Yuzhu held his breath and, using the large tree next to the villa as cover, silently climbed onto the roof.
He crouched on the edge of the roof, carefully observing the activity inside the villa. The moonlight shone on his face, reflecting his cold and focused expression.
He Yuzhu held his breath, his muscles tensed, and he lowered his body as low as possible, like a cheetah lurking in the dark, exuding a sharp aura that was ready to pounce.
He moved with extreme caution, lifting his feet lightly and lowering them slowly, as if stepping on fragile thin ice, afraid of making the slightest sound.
The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only a gentle breeze rustling through the treetops, as if providing a silent accompaniment to his stealthy movements.
He moved silently and slowly toward the ancient pavilion.
The attic stood quietly in the night, like a silent guardian, exuding a sense of mystery and vicissitude.
The old window was half-open, swaying gently in the breeze, like a mysterious door slightly ajar, concealing secrets and dangers.
Under the hazy moonlight, He Yuzhu squinted slightly and stared intently into the window.
Inside, two figures were pacing back and forth, their steps hurried and disorderly.
The two men gripped their gleaming weapons tightly, their knuckles white from the force of their grip.
Their expressions were tense and wary, their brows furrowed, their eyes sharp as eagles, staring intently at the winding road outside.
The road gleamed coldly in the moonlight, like a silent giant python hidden in the darkness; every shadow and every movement could conceal danger.
The moonlight is like a fickle painter, sometimes generously showering down its silvery glow, and sometimes stingily hiding behind the clouds.
Occasionally, moonlight would pierce through gaps in the clouds and fall upon the weapons in their hands, instantly reflecting a cold, icy gleam.
The cold light was like a series of sharp blades, flashing a terrifying light in the darkness, as if silently telling of the impending danger.
However, the two guards were completely unaware that danger, like a ghost in the dark, was creeping up on them silently.
At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and the air became thick. A thrilling contest that could stop a person's heartbeat had quietly begun.
He Yuzhu crouched down, hiding in a corner of the rooftop, as if he had merged with the darkness.
He held his breath and observed quietly for a long time. The night sky was like a deep and boundless piece of dark jade, with only a few stars twinkling faintly in the distant sky. These few points of light barely added a touch of brightness to the thick, inky night.
He Yuzhu took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently. Then, like a black lightning bolt ignited, he slid swiftly down the mottled outer wall with the agility of a nimble black panther.
His feet landed precisely and accurately on the balcony, as if controlled by a precision instrument.
Chapter 596
On the balcony, several potted plants that were once vibrant have withered and died. Their dry branches and leaves sway gently in the chilly night wind, making a soft and mournful rustling sound, as if it were a low murmur from another world, as if telling the unspeakable unease buried deep in the owner's heart.
He Yuzhu's eyes were sharp and unwavering, revealing an undeniable determination and decisiveness. Without the slightest hesitation, he took advantage of the perfect cover of the inky night, his figure flashed like a ghost, like an invisible shadow, and silently slipped into the house.
As soon as he stepped into the room, a pungent, nauseating smell of alcohol hit him. The smell was like an invisible net that instantly enveloped He Yuzhu, making him feel like he was suffocating. Clearly, Gao Kening must have drunk a lot of alcohol before going to bed.
He Yuzhu's gaze swept quickly toward the bed like a sharp ray. He saw Gao Kening lying sprawled on the bed, snoring like rolling thunder, one snoring after another. There was a trace of drool at the corner of her mouth. She was fast asleep, completely immersed in her dream, and had no idea that an uninvited guest had sneaked into the room.
He Yuzhu coldly swept his gaze over Gao Kening's unguarded body, secretly sneering in his heart.
In the countless novels, movies, and TV series he had encountered in the past, the villains seemed to be plagued by some mysterious and eerie curse, always unable to escape the tragic fate of "dying from talking too much."
Whenever the situation reaches its most critical and tense moment, they seem to be under a spell, indulging in the illusory pleasure of self-aggrandizement, and begin long and tedious sermons, completely ignoring the fleeting opportunity that is like a shooting star streaking across the sky.
Ultimately, they could only face their tragic end amidst endless regret and despair.
He Yuzhu wouldn't be foolish enough to repeat the same mistake. At this moment, his eyes were as firm as iron, as if they were made of steel. His lips were tightly closed, and his aura was restrained and deep, like a volcano about to erupt but temporarily suppressed.
He took a steady step forward, each step firm and powerful. He slowly raised his right palm, and the internal energy in his palm surged like a turbulent undercurrent. That internal energy was the culmination of his years of hard work and accumulated profound knowledge, as if it were the convergence of countless forces.
At this moment, there seemed to be wisps of electricity coursing through the air, emitting a subtle yet clear "buzzing" sound, as if setting the stage for the impending fatal blow.
In an instant, He Yuzhu exerted his strength, and the force was like a tidal wave, carrying boundless power, and slammed hard into Gao Kening's chest.
This palm strike seemed to carry the power of a thousand pounds of thunder, instantly compressing the surrounding air to its limit and condensing it into a sharp, almost tangible wave of air.
Gao Kening's body trembled violently as if struck by a bolt from the blue under the impact of this overwhelming force.
It was as if an invisible hand from the deepest hell had gripped him tightly, his feet instantly leaving the ground, and then he was thrown backwards like a kite with a broken string.
Upon landing, he was completely still, his eyes wide open, filled with disbelief, as if he was still pondering until his last second why he had been defeated so swiftly and utterly in this contest.
And so, with this fatal blow, he was mercilessly slammed into that endless abyss of darkness, as if he had fallen into a silent, otherworldly realm.
In the unpredictable and turbulent business world, He Yuzhu and Gao Kening were fierce competitors.
The conflict between the two parties initially stemmed from nothing more than normal competition in the business world.
In order to compete for a limited market share and obtain greater profits, businesses should, in principle, follow established business rules to solve problems.
However, Gao Kening is a narrow-minded person who cannot stand to see He Yuzhu gradually gaining the upper hand in this business game.
Driven by the lure of profit and the madness of jealousy, his evil thoughts grew wildly, leading him to make a crazy and vicious decision—to spare no expense in sending assassins to kill He Yuzhu.