295: Chapter 295 Nightmare and Illusion Fox 295: Chapter 295 Nightmare and Illusion Fox He took off his clothes and beard, wiped his face with his right hand, and immediately turned his rough male face into a delicate and pretty one.
Now that this “security guard” had dealt with everything, all that was left in the alley was a seductive woman, who casually threw her apparel into the nearby trash can and, holding a handbag, started walking towards the entrance of the alley.
“Cough cough, that was a quick change.” At that moment, a soft cough came from deep in the alley, and the woman looked back in surprise to see a figure emerging from the shadows, cloaked in a white robe that looked quite out of place in modern times.
“Oh, it’s you.” The previous security guard, no, to be precise, a beautiful woman, said with a light laugh.
“A thousand faces for one person, slipping through every gap, Illusion Fox, we meet again.” The man who walked out from the depths of the alley, one of the four great generals of Netherworld Palace, Nightmare, was there following the orders of Ye Shikai, fully committed to ensuring Su Qingyu’s security.
“Haha, that nickname, I haven’t heard it mentioned in a long time, I almost forgot about it.” The woman chuckled melodiously, advancing rather than retreating as she slowly approached Nightmare.
“Tomb Spirit Organization, I didn’t expect that you’d really come back to life, really it’s fate.” Nightmare sighed softly.
“I didn’t see it coming either, you’ve changed a lot, what should I call you now, Nightmare?
You could have taken over Star Lian’s position, but I didn’t expect you to refuse, truly unappreciative.” The woman said coldly with a hint of disdain and a teasing tinge in her tone.
“A mere underground organization that shuns the light, what’s there to remember.” Nightmare coldly mocked, his hands unknowingly already gripping two dark halberds.
“Hmph, aren’t you still a puppet of others, what’s there to be proud of.” The woman retorted coldly.
“My opponents are armed warriors, not unarmed women and children.” Nightmare suddenly shouted loudly, this being the first time he ever showed such intense Fire Energy since joining Netherworld Palace.
The two fell silent for a few seconds before the woman sighed.
“Refining Mo acted indeed a bit excessively, but aren’t all great deeds accomplished in such ways?
Has Netherworld King never wrongly killed the innocent?” The woman slowly spoke, her tone sounding somewhat less confident.
“Those who died at the hands of Lord Netherworld King were only formidable enemies, never the innocent.” Nightmare shouted again.
The two were silent again for several seconds.
“So you really want to tear off our masks with each other?” the woman asked.
“Just hand over the documents and leave, never appear before me again.” Nightmare sighed.
“I’m sorry, getting these documents is my mission, I can’t give them to you.”
“You’re playing with fire.” Nightmare sharply rebuked.
“Are you going to strike me, Nightmare?
Have you forgotten our past…?”
“Shut your mouth!” Nightmare roared, cutting off her words.
“Well then, tell me why you want these documents back, this doesn’t seem related to you at all.” The woman coldly laughed, her eyes slightly moist.
“Fine, the documents are right here, kill me and you can take them.” Just as the woman finished speaking, Nightmare’s halberd came to a halt in front of her face, hanging in midair, not falling.
“Why don’t you fight back?” The tip of the halberd, only inches from her eyes, but the woman showed no intention of resistance, with her hands held behind her, staring straight at Nightmare.
“I know you won’t strike, but you know the rules of the Tomb Spirit Organization, if I don’t complete the task, you know how Refining Mo will punish me.” Her earlier flirtatious demeanor vanished, replaced by boundless sorrow.
Hearing this, Nightmare’s hand trembled slightly, his eyes somewhat vacant, clearly aware of the punishment the woman would face, but now was not the time to think about that.
He grabbed the woman’s handbag, pulling out a document from inside.
“I must take this document, whatever happens, let Refining Mo come to me.” Nightmare gripped the document tightly, his eyes averting, seemingly reluctant to look at the woman.
“I’m leaving first.” Nightmare took one last glance at the woman then turned away and left the alley alone…
“Ailina, I’m here.” As Nightmare left the alley, he saw Ailina who had run out and called out to her.
“Nightmare, what brings you to Hong Kong too?” Ailina said with a surprised happiness.
“Netherworld King gave you an explicit order, while mine was secretive,” Nightmare said indifferently.
“By the way, did you see someone who looked like a cleaner running out?
Help me find them.” Ailina suddenly remembered another matter and quickly asked.
“Hehe, you’re looking for this, aren’t you?” Nightmare took out the negotiated document from behind him and handed it to Ailina.
“That’s it, where did you get this?” Ailina exclaimed excitedly, then jumped up and down in exhilaration.
“I’ve been keeping an eye on you all, just protecting you from the shadows,” Nightmare explained and then said softly, “You hurry up and return the items, I’m leaving first, take care of your safety.”
As they talked, they did not notice at the alley entrance, a woman with tear-filled eyes silently watching…
On the other side, Ye Shikai hastily bid farewell to Su Ziqing and boarded the plane headed for Hong Kong.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the plane is about to take off, please fasten your seat belts, our destination is Hong Kong…” As the plane’s announcement started, Ye Shikai also fastened his safety belt and slowly closed his eyes.
“Miss, this is your seat, have a pleasant journey.” At that moment, a flight attendant’s voice rang beside him, and Ye Shikai heard someone taking their seat.
“You look very tired.” Then, a familiar voice spoke, and Ye Shikai opened his eyes in surprise.
“Shiqi, why are you here too?” Ye Shikai smiled happily, as the woman in front of him, clad in a trench coat, was indeed Luo Shiqi.
“Don’t get too excited, I’ve finished my courses, can’t I take a trip to relax?” Luo Shiqi took a glass of wine passed by the flight attendant and took a sip.
“You look a bit tired, do you want to rest for a while?” Luo Shiqi asked softly.
“No need, the flight is only two hours.”
“How did it go with Ji Family, you rushed off so suddenly, must have been quite a catch.” Luo Shiqi mocked playfully.
“That old bastard Ji Feng, that bomb threat was really his doing, and Wu Zijian, he’s even crazier, actually hiring an assassination organization.”