However, Qin Yu knew that he had guessed correctly. This was a sensitive topic his sister could not talk about.
He did not ask anymore. After lunch, Chen Zhi rushed back to work.
Rumble!
Outside the house, the night gradually descended, and thunder rumbled endlessly.
Malang City, eastern suburbs, Wuyang Martial Arts Academy.
Zhao Fanggang stood at the edge of the long corridor and looked into the darkness. The rain continued to fall. He was wearing a black raincoat. His expression was calm, and his eyes shone with danger.
He put on his hat and prepared to dive into the rain.
His feet landed on the ground again and again, and mud splattered everywhere.
Outside the room, it was raining heavily. The rain pattered against the windows.
Inside the house, in the living room, the light was warm.
Chen Zhi leaned against the sofa. Her legs were bent, and her hands supported her head. Her cheeks were red, and her eyes were bright. She looked at her brother who was sitting before the other sofa without blinking…
Qin Yu hurriedly averted his gaze.
At this moment, he noticed the red messages that kept appearing before his eyes.
[Match disciple:]
[Name: Zhao Fanggang]
[Compatibility: 71%]
…
[Compatibility: 72%]
[Compatibility: 73%]
[Compatibility: 74%]
…
Qin Yu's eyelids kept twitching. He stood up and walked to the French window.
He reached out and pulled open the window. It was just a small gust of wind, but the night wind kept blowing in and the rain poured down.
He pulled the door open completely. The wind blew, and his face felt cold.
"What a heavy rain."
Qin Yu said meaningfully.
"It's really big. It hasn't rained in Malang recently, and it has been accumulating until now."
Chen Zhi looked at her brother's back and answered.
…
In Malang City, northeast of the West District, the two headlights of a motorcycle illuminated a quiet lane beside a park.
"Liu Pi."
"Thanks."
Zhao Fanggang stepped out of the car. He handed the helmet back and patted the shoulder of the brother he called 'Liu Pi'. "Go back!"
Seeing that Liu Pi still wanted to say something, he waved his hand and interrupted him.
Zhao Fanggang watched the motorbike leave. In the pouring rain, his small eyes were fully opened, revealing a scary glow!
His body was drenched. He put on his raincoat and turned to head into the night.
Zhao Fanggang's mission template, 'Young Master Zhao', had the greatest temper. He would definitely take revenge! He would return the favor tenfold or even a hundredfold!
Naturally, it was the same for him. The moon was dark, and the wind was strong. It was a night of murder and arson.
In the northeast of the western district, in the outermost area of the central city district, Zhao Fanggang's figure appeared outside a residential area built in the last century. Under the rain, the huge residential area appeared dark.
There were two main roads that led to three main roads. Apart from the main roads, there were small paths that intersected with each other like spider webs.
Surveillance and counter-reconnaissance techniques examined him inch by inch. His footsteps kept landing in the rain. Zhao Fanggang leaned against the wall and entered the residence.
He avoided every camera and walked through the alley.
"Whoosh"
"Whoosh"
"Whoosh!"
Ten minutes later, Zhao Fanggang leaned against the gap between the two old houses and panted.
Raindrops fell across his cheeks. He turned his head to look at a spot not too far away. It was a two-story residence that had a style of the Zhao dynasty and had a classical charm to it. In the surrounding dilapidated house, it looked very dazzling.
Zhao Fanggang noticed the power grid on the high walls on both sides and the camera angle. He crawled down, and his whole body was stuck to the muddy ground. Then, the rain blocked his vision, and the black raincoat covered his entire body…
He crawled on the ground, inch by inch, towards the house.
That residence was where Ma Dong, the person in charge of everything, who Zhao Fanggang had to stop, lived.
He had been here before. Zhao Fanggang continued to crawl to the front of the house. To be more precise, he stopped beside the courtyard wall.
He took off his raincoat and shoved it into a small gap. Then he reached out and slowly pushed open a small hole.
In ancient times, this small hole was called a dog hole. Cats and dogs could use it, but its real purpose was to drain the water. At that moment, it was raining heavily, and the rain that had accumulated in the courtyard was flowing out from the dog hole.
Zhao Fanggang's eyes were filled with surprise. Without any hesitation, he reached out with both hands and tried his best to shrink his body, allowing himself to crawl into the dog hole like a shuttle.
His thin shirt stuck to his skin as he crawled out of the courtyard. Zhao Fanggang did not relax at all.
His gaze sucked, and he leaned against the wall. With a few steps, he walked to another corner that faced the iron door. Li Na had been shopping extravagantly. The black, large, beast-like Caucasian dog was sound asleep.
If it was in the past, Zhao Fanggang would not have been able to get close to this courtyard with the Caucasian around.
However, today, whether it was the sound or smell, they were all washed away by the rain.
It was also because of this huge dog that the forces guarding the inner world, the northeast corner of the west side of Malang City, and the Four Seas Company's leader, Ma Dong, let down their guard.
Zhao Fanggang stood in front of the Caucasian dog and looked at the large dog. His cold eyes noticed that this large dog was like a wild beast. Its stomach kept rising and falling, emitting a foul smell.
It was as if he had sensed the shadow before him.
The Caucasian's eyes trembled…
At the same time, the muscles and claws on his body started to squirm and tighten subconsciously!
Awakening!
It was about to wake up!
…
Zhao Fanggang did not hesitate. He arched his body and took a step forward. He opened his eyes and tightly held onto the Caucasian's mouth. He pulled the dog's head into his arms. At the same time, his right hand pulled out the dagger from his waist and quickly raised it…
Whoosh…
The dagger lunged out heavily!
The dagger stabbed into the Caucasian's neck, and the blood splattered on Zhao Fanggang's body. A drop of blood dripped from his eyelashes and onto his face.
Zhao Fanggang actually smiled.
Before the Caucasian died, it whined a few times, and its struggle was very intense. However, Zhao Fanggang's body was pressed against it, and he held onto it tightly, so there was not much movement.
In the rain, he could feel that the dog's struggle was getting weaker and weaker…
The boiling blood slowly turned cold, and its viscosity solidified.