Xiao Zheng was standing at the side of the manor.
"There are cameras everywhere, this Yang Qian is really cautious!"
Xiao Zheng had arrived at Eton Manor half an hour ago.
But he didn’t rush in; instead, he observed the surroundings first. Today, he was here just to gather information, not to directly take out Yang Qian.
After scouting the area, Xiao Zheng finally found a blind spot in the surveillance, pressed his hands down, and vaulted into Eton Manor.
Just as he entered the manor, a patrol car happened to pass by. Xiao Zheng crouched down, hiding in the nearby bushes; he almost got discovered by the bodyguards.
Although being discovered wouldn’t have frightened him, Xiao Zheng didn’t want to cause unnecessary trouble. His visit this time was initially just to probe, but if he could successfully take out Yang Qian, he wouldn’t be merciful.
However, Xiao Zheng feared being discovered by these bodyguards. If the bodyguards spotted him, the ensuing fight would create a huge commotion, possibly drawing the police and potentially exposing his identity.
"These guards are incredibly strict!" Xiao Zheng exclaimed.
Given the level of security, it seemed comparable to that of national leaders. It seemed that Yang Qian indeed had many enemies; otherwise, he wouldn’t need so many people for protection.
However, these people were inferior to the assassins, merely ex-military bodyguards useful against ordinary people, but clearly insufficient against someone like him.
To think, Xiao Zheng could freely enter and exit Futu Base, compared with which Eton Manor was quite ordinary.
He proceeded and successfully infiltrated into a room.
Xiao Zheng did not know which room Yang Qian was in, so he had to search each one.
Just as he passed a bedroom, he suddenly heard a woman’s cry for help.
The rooms were soundproofed, and if Xiao Zheng hadn’t had exceptionally good hearing, he probably wouldn’t have heard the cries at all.
He silently approached the room; without making any discernible movement, the door to the room opened.
What Xiao Zheng saw next was infuriating.
Yang Qian had already stripped off his shirt. In front of him was a large bed, and on it, a woman with a terrified face.
The woman was wearing a dress, possibly due to lying on the bed in a particular posture, her body curves were undoubtedly accentuated, and her face was exquisitely beautiful.
This beauty, even compared to Leng Ruobing, did not fall short at all, albeit lacking slightly in temperament.
"You, you, don’t come any closer, shout out if you come any closer!" the woman clearly was terrified.
Yang Qian looked at the woman with a playful gaze, and smiled, "Since you refuse to see reason, don’t blame me for using special methods. Just now, I fed you this."
Having said that, Yang Qian threw over a paper box.
The woman instinctively caught it, then instinctively looked inside, only for her face to drastically change—it was evident from the paper box that it contained that kind of drug.
The woman threw the drug box back, but being so light, it couldn’t possibly hurt Yang Qian.
"Despicable? Hahaha," Yang Qian laughed loudly, "This manor is my palace, you’ll stay and be my concubine. I won’t mistreat you; in the future, you’ll have many sisters too."
Yang Qian was in no rush since the drug was potent, and soon, when the effects kicked in, the woman would beg him to take her.
But just then, Yang Qian felt as if someone was behind him. However, before he could turn around, he was kicked sideways, flying into the wall, and for the moment, he couldn’t get up.
And the one who kicked Yang Qian away was none other than Xiao Zheng.
"You really have no shame, with that face of yours, and you still think you can build a harem? Damn!"
Xiao Zheng had heard all of Yang Qian’s previous remarks, which infuriated him. With such an appearance, he still dared to think about building a harem. Was there no justice in the world?
Xiao Zheng, being so handsome, had never contemplated creating a harem, but Yang Qian had astonishingly harbored such a thought. It was truly... But the idea seemed not too bad!
Shaking his head, Xiao Zheng realized he was thinking too far ahead. He ignored Yang Qian, who was wailing on the ground, and walked straight toward the woman.
By that time, the woman was already somewhat unconscious, clearly the drugs were starting to take effect again. Xiao Zheng frowned deeply, deciding he needed to first force the drugs out of the woman.
But just then, Yang Qian, who had somehow managed to get up from the ground, took advantage of Xiao Zheng observing the woman to retrieve a handgun from a nearby safe.
Yang Qian’s expression was ferocious, as the kick he had just received still caused him unbearable pain.
Xiao Zheng turned around coldly, looked at Yang Qian who was pointing the gun at him, and slowly said, "I advise you to put the gun down, otherwise I guarantee you will die!"
"Haha, hss~" Yang Qian instinctively wanted to laugh, but before he could, the pain from his injuries made him draw a sharp breath. "Are you an idiot? The gun is in my hands. If I pull the trigger, you’re going to die. What will you use to kill me?"
What would he use to kill you? Xiao Zheng laughed.
It’s no exaggeration to say that he had many ways to kill Yang Qian at that moment.
"Don’t believe it? Try me," Xiao Zheng said blandly.
Yang Qian paused, not knowing how the man in front of him had gotten in, but killing someone was a piece of cake for him.
Yang Qian was about to pull the trigger, but suddenly found that he couldn’t control his hand anymore.
Curiously, he looked down, only to be shocked to discover that his hand holding the gun had somehow been severed, and the wound was very smooth and still bleeding.
Yang Qian froze for two seconds before erupting into a scream, but just as the scream came out, it abruptly stopped.
Because something sharp had sliced through Yang Qian’s throat.
"I told you you’d die, but you didn’t believe me. I’m quite helpless!"
Xiao Zheng shook his head, disdainfully remarking.
The very dagger he used to cut off Yang Qian’s arm and kill him had come from those assassins.
Xiao Zheng had decided to come here tonight, so he’d specifically brought two daggers for self-defense. As for a gun, he had not brought one because he hadn’t initially planned to kill Yang Qian today.
After killing Yang Qian, Xiao Zheng turned back to the bed.
At this point, the woman on the bed was frowning deeply, appearing to be on the verge of waking up.
The woman’s wallet was at the foot of the bed. In order to find out her name, Xiao Zheng reluctantly opened her wallet and successfully found her ID inside.
"Long Feifei, that name’s not bad," Xiao Zheng remarked in appreciation.
They say a person’s vanity depends on their ID photo, but Long Feifei’s photo was still so beautiful—it must be what they call a naturally pretty face.
Long Feifei slowly woke up, but when she saw someone standing at the foot of the bed, she instantly screamed in terror.