PFC Chapter 1511 Ambush, Life Hangs by a Thread
Chapter 1511 Ambush, Life Hangs by a Thread
"Let's drive," Mu Ning said softly.
"Okay, hold on tight," Zhuang Shiyuan reminded him.
I went to the mall for a walk, waited for Mu Ning's mother to get off work, and then had dinner with the two elders.
Mu Ning's mother was somewhat apprehensive about the long trip, mainly because she was traveling with the Zhuang family and felt rather insecure. She was a rough woman, and what if she embarrassed her daughter? Wouldn't that cause her daughter to be looked down upon in the Zhuang family? The second young mistress came from a prestigious family; how could her daughter compare?
"Ning'er, do I really have to go? What if I cause you trouble?" Mu Ning's mother asked repeatedly. It would be good to stay with her daughter, but going in and out with the Zhuang family would be quite stressful.
Mu Ning smiled and shook her head, "How could I cause trouble?"
Zhuang Shiyuan quickly followed up, "Mom, don't be nervous. Just think of it as going out for fun. We're all family, and there's no one else around. Just relax."
"Yes, that's right..." Mu Ning's mother responded, feeling even more uneasy because there was no one else around. Without outsiders, she would be watched no matter what she did, which would make her even more anxious. But with her son-in-law present, Mu Ning's mother couldn't say much and could only reluctantly respond.
After dinner, I took my parents home, reminding them to bring only what kind of clothes they needed, nothing too thick, as they wouldn't be able to wear them there. After giving these instructions, my mother saw my daughter and son-in-law out of the residential area. The car stopped by the roadside, and Mu Ning rolled down the window and waved to her mother.
"Go back quickly, it's too cold outside."
"Okay, be careful on the road. It's okay to drive slowly, just be safe," Mu Ning's mother shouted.
Mu Ning responded and waved again before the car drove away.
“If my mother hadn’t gone to Hainan for vacation, I don’t know how I would have gotten along with Xin’ai after you returned to Beijing,” Mu Ning said softly.
This matter had been troubling me for a while, but I hadn't mentioned it. However, I finally felt relieved now. Since my mother was there, even if she ignored me, I could talk to her. It's never as awkward as being alone with two people, so it gave me some courage.
"Don't let others influence you, just live your own life," Zhuang Shiyuan said softly.
Mu Ning glanced at him, smiled but didn't say anything; she really couldn't do that.
The next day, the Zhuang family left the capital and went to Hainan for vacation.
After spending two days there, Master Zhuang returned to the capital, and Zhuang Shiyuan and Zhuang Shijue followed suit.
Zhuang Shiyuan started appearing at the company, and since then, Zhuang Shijue has never shown up again.
At Tengfei's annual company-wide executive meeting, hundreds of executives attended, but Zhuang Shijue was conspicuously absent from such an important event.
Enraged after the meeting, Master Zhuang sent the man to the capital.
However, almost as soon as Zhuang Shijue arrived in Kyoto, he was ambushed. The night, as ferocious as a demon, devoured the entire city of Kyoto. The sky, like a black curtain, was devoid of any stars, so that the Yueyang River, which flows through the city, appeared deathly silent.
The lakeside park along the river is beautifully landscaped, with towering trees providing ample shade. It's a great place to cool off during the day, but at night, it can get quite chilly.
The night was eerily quiet.
No one could have predicted that a fierce gunfight had just taken place in this eerily quiet night. Bullets, flying through the darkness as if programmed, mercilessly tore through the night. The bullets were silenced, leaving only the whooshing sound of metal cutting through the air. Only after confirming that their target had successfully broken through did the ruthless sniper team board the slide, jump into the helicopter, and leave from the air.
Judging from the brutal methods of the encirclement and the weapons they were equipped with, the sniper team was not a local underground organization, but a group of people who came from the capital.
The banyan trees, which have been growing for decades, have extremely lush branches and leaves, which close the distance between the trees so closely that not a single ray of light can penetrate into the banyan forest.
The helicopter had been circling overhead for a long time and had already disappeared into the distance. At that moment, deep in the banyan forest, in the deathly silence, a muffled groan suddenly echoed. If one listened carefully, one could hear the pain in the sound; it was the final sigh of a man struggling for his life.
About an hour later, a bloodstained man crawled out of the dark and gloomy banyan forest.
This man possessed an abhorrently handsome and rugged appearance, with sculpted and deep-set features. Despite being consumed by pain, his dark brown eyes still radiated a terrifyingly resolute determination. His thin lips were pressed tightly together, suppressing the immense physical agony he was enduring. His eyes were bloodshot, gleaming with a sharp, piercing light that scanned his surroundings like a laser beam, swiftly and accurately assessing any danger.
Despite his serious injuries and his current disheveled state.
However, the cold and fierce aura emanating from this man remained undiminished. His sharp eyes were fixed intently on the path by the lake, as if searching for the best opportunity to leave.
Yes, this man is none other than the ambushed Second Master Zhuang Shijue.
Zhuang Shijue's energy gradually faded with time, his taut, hard face growing increasingly pale. His tall frame, which had risen to his feet, quickly collapsed again, his sharp gaze unusually cold.
Yes, he needs to stop the bleeding as soon as possible!
He had already dug the bullet out with his hands, leaving several bloody holes that were gushing blood. It was because of this that he lost too much strength too quickly due to the excruciating pain.
However, the blood was not under Zhuang Shijue's powerful willpower and continued to flow.
Few knew his whereabouts. And even fewer knew that he had arrived in Kyoto exactly!
Who wants him dead? Why can't they tolerate his existence?
Close your eyes tightly; please don't shatter the beautiful memories he cherishes in his heart, for he fears the excruciating pain they will cause him.
The bullets that penetrated flesh were soaked in a strong anesthetic, capable of paralyzing and rendering the victim unconscious in a very short time. It seems the enemy initially intended to capture him alive, but ultimately realized they couldn't do anything to him and resorted to killing him.
Just as Zhuang Shijue was losing consciousness and about to faint, some faint sounds came from along the lake shore. These sounds instantly alerted the gradually drowsy Zhuang Shijue, and his eyes once again shone as brightly as a hawk's.
Tan Xiao appeared at this time; back then, she was just a high school girl who knew nothing.
She was going back from the flower shop to pick up the delivery slip.
If she hadn't secured a deal for next month, she wouldn't be here so late. Nor would she have taken the shortcut along the tranquil lakeside; she would have had to walk along the main street, which would have added another half hour to her journey home.
As she rode her bicycle, the night breeze, though still carrying lingering heat, finally brought her a sense of coolness.
She sighed inwardly, wondering when this sweltering summer would finally end. Right now, she longed for winter to come quickly.
Actually, I was quite scared. Being alone, I was afraid of the dark, ghosts, and water. Well, all of these were present at that moment.