Siheyuan: My wife is Xu Huizhen

Chapter 600

Curtains are like loyal guards, protecting these secrets from being pried into by outsiders.

He Yuzhu was driving a brand new black car with smooth body lines.

Slowly gliding along the quiet residential road, the friction between the tires and the ground made a slight rustling sound.

His eyes were like twinkling stars in the cold night, cold and sharp.

His eyes scanned the surroundings like a torch, not missing any trace of movement.

Even the swaying of a leaf can be captured by him keenly.

When the car was still a safe distance away from the house where Gao Kening lived, He Yuzhu stepped on the brakes firmly and the car slowly stopped.

He raised his hand and gently pressed the door handle, and the car door opened silently. His movements were so slow as if he was afraid to disturb the sleeping night.

When he got off the car, his figure was as light as a cat stalking in the dark night, and his feet landed on the ground with almost no sound.

Then he bent his knees slightly, ready to go, and in an instant, a surging force seemed to burst out of his body, like a volcano about to erupt.

With a low shout, his body shot up rapidly like a black lightning, and in a flash he landed steadily on a large tree with lush branches and leaves next to him.

The thick branches trembled violently under his weight, and the leaves rustled, as if marveling at the sudden powerful force.

But soon, everything returned to calm, as if it was just an illusion.

He stood upright on the thick branch, his posture as tall as a pine tree, emitting an invisible yet alluring majesty, just like a majestic god of war descending.

In just a brief blink of an eye, his figure disappeared like a wisp of smoke, and in an instant, he appeared steadily on the nearby roof.

He completely disdained the road below where ordinary people walked. In his mind, it was just an ordinary path that ordinary people would choose.

At this moment, he was like a ghost hidden in the dark night. With his extraordinary skills, he quickly flashed between the undulating roofs.

Every time his figure flashed, there was a slight but clearly audible sound of wind, which seemed like the mysterious night's sincere admiration for his extraordinary skills, or like a cheering melody specially played for his action.

With such ghostly and fast movement, he soon quietly arrived on the roof of the house where Gao Kening was currently living.

This is a three-and-a-half-story house with a unique shape. It stands out among the monotonous residential areas and is particularly eye-catching.

The attic on the roof, like a mysterious crown of the building, is hidden under the night.

In the attic, there were two vague figures, standing guard like loyal guards.

The dim light swayed around them, as if bewitched by ghosts, making their figures sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, as if they would disappear into the darkness at any time.

Their eyes were as wide as copper bells, staring at the winding road outside without blinking. Every inch of their skin was tense, and their expressions were tense and alert.

Even the rustling of leaves in the breeze or the barking of a dog in the distance will instantly put them into a state of readiness, like a frightened bird, and they will immediately react as if they were facing a powerful enemy at the slightest sign of trouble.

The weapon tightly grasped in his hand flashed a cold metallic luster under the cold moonlight. The chill seemed to penetrate the air and reach people's hearts, as if whispering the upcoming dangerous chapter.

However, they had no idea that danger had already crept up on them like a ghost hidden in the dark, but they were completely unaware and were still staring intently at the front, not knowing that danger was lurking behind them.

He Yuzhu crouched down and climbed up to the edge of the roof silently.

The moonlight outlined a firm silhouette for him. His eyes were as sharp as torches, and he lurked quietly in the dark, like an experienced hunter who was well versed in the laws of the jungle. He held his breath, not missing any movement around him, and keenly captured the traces of his prey.

After observing for a long time and confirming that the time was right, he tensed his muscles, and instantly rose from the ground. His movements were smooth and flowing, like a flash of black lightning, as he slid swiftly down the rough outer wall.

His skillful climbing skills seemed as if he was born to blend into the darkness. Every movement was honed through thousands of trials, precise and smooth, and he finally landed steadily on the balcony.

On the balcony, several pots of unattended flowers and plants had withered, their branches trembling in the night wind, their leaves rubbing against each other, making a slight rustling sound, as if they were whimpering softly, or sighing for the arrival of this uninvited guest.

He Yuzhu did not pause at all, his eyes were firm and resolute. Taking advantage of the night, his figure flashed again, like a ghost, and instantly disappeared into the house, leaving only an empty balcony, silently telling everything that had just happened in the silent night.

Pushing open the carved wooden door, a rich and mellow aroma of wine, wrapped in wisps of night, instantly filled the air.

The candles in the house had been extinguished long ago. The moonlight struggled to filter through the heavy curtains, casting a few rays of light onto the messy tabletop, where empty wine jars and half-full wine glasses were placed in a haphazard manner. It was obvious that Gao Kening had had a heavy drink before going to bed.

The aroma of wine in the air is like a silent piece of music, as if telling of Gao Kening's relaxation and comfort after a day of shopping. Little does he know that danger is approaching quietly like a wolf hidden in the darkness.

He Yuzhu crouched and walked lightly into the house, his eyes falling directly on the large carved bed.

Gao Kening was wearing a silk shirt, lying on the bed with his legs spread out, snoring so loudly that every snore made the air in the room tremble slightly.

The corners of his mouth drooped, and sparkling saliva slid down his cheeks, wetting the pillow. He slept so soundly, as if the hustle and bustle of the world had nothing to do with him.

Seeing this, He Yuzhu frowned slightly, and a trace of imperceptible disdain and sarcasm flashed in his eyes, as if he was secretly mocking Gao Kening for his carelessness and underestimation of the enemy, and for falling asleep so defenselessly in such a complicated and changeable situation, completely unaware that a storm was about to sweep in.

He Yuzhu walked slowly towards the bed with steady yet surging steps.

He stood tall and straight, like a towering mountain, looking down at Gao Kening who was lying on the bed.

In those widely circulated novels, gripping movie scenes and intriguing TV drama plots, the villains seem to be entangled in a strange thread of fate, and they all share a common fatal problem - they die from talking too much.

Whenever the plot advances to a critical moment of life and death, they can't help but suppress the expansion of their hearts and spout off nonsense that they think is profound but is actually extremely stupid.

These nonsense were like invisible shackles, blocking their best opportunity to fight back, dragging them step by step into an abyss of no return, and ultimately ending up with a miserable, sad and lamentable end.

He Yuzhu is not one of those fools who are blinded by emotions. He has a clear mind. At this moment when life and death are hanging by a thread and the situation is critical, it is like dancing on the edge of a knife. If he is not careful, he will be crushed to pieces. He cannot afford to be negligent or procrastinate.

He clenched his teeth and closed his thin lips, not uttering a single word.

Then, his figure flashed, and he quickly approached the bedside like a black lightning, raising his palm that was full of blue veins and contained endless power.

At this moment, the air around him seemed to be stirred by an invisible force, and the air flow rapidly swirled around his palms.

He exerted force suddenly and slapped Gao Kening's chest fiercely. This palm condensed the profound internal strength he had accumulated over many years of struggling in the martial arts world and practicing diligently. The power was enough to destroy the world, as if it was going to gather all the tremendous power between heaven and earth here.

In an instant, there was a muffled "bang" sound, like the ringing of a huge bell, or like a bolt from the blue exploding in this small space.

Gao Kening's originally calm face was instantly distorted, and his body shook violently and uncontrollably, like a candle swaying in the wind, so fragile that it could not withstand a single blow.

Then, his body fell back onto the bed like a kite with a broken string, without any movement.

His eyes were wide open, filled with fear and disbelief, as if he had been slapped directly into another world of endless darkness, coldness and loneliness.

The fire of life that was still faintly beating in his body was extinguished by this palm strike, like a flame blown out by a strong wind, and disappeared without a trace in an instant. Only deathly silence was left in the room, filled with the breath of death.

In the turbulent business world, conflicts of interest are like undercurrents surging beneath the deep sea, hidden and turbulent. If you are not careful, you may fall into the dark abyss from which there is no escape.

He Yuzhu and Gao Kening were originally just rivals fighting each other in the business world.

Initially, the conflict between the two parties was limited to the business field. It was just a competition for limited market share and higher profits. Such competition was normal in the business world.

According to the rules of the business world, we should follow the principles of fairness, justice and openness, compete with each other through reasonable and legal means, talk business as business, and solve problems through strength and strategy, rather than taking unconventional approaches or finding alternative ways.

However, Gao Kening did not play by the rules.

He was narrow-minded to begin with and could not tolerate any injustice. In this business game, seeing He Yuzhu gradually gaining the upper hand, jealousy and resentment grew wildly in his heart. He was so overwhelmed that he made such a crazy and vicious decision - sending killers to carry out an assassination.

Those hired killers were all battle-hardened and ruthless, like ghosts lurking in the dark night, lurking around He Yuzhu's daily routine.

They were dressed in dark clothes, blending into the night, and holding sharp blades that gleamed with cold light. Each blade was extremely sharp and reflected a cold light in the dim light.

Their eyes revealed cold murderous intent, as if they were messengers from the deepest part of hell, coming only to reap lives, determined to put He Yuzhu to death in the darkness.

They hid in the shadows of the street corners, some leaned against the wall, their figures hidden in the blind spots where the dim street lights could not reach; some crouched behind abandoned wooden boxes, always paying attention to the movements around them.

They were like cheetahs ready to pounce, holding their breath and quietly waiting for the best opportunity. As soon as He Yuzhu stepped into their ambush range, they would pounce on him like hungry wolves, launching a fatal attack without mercy or ruthlessness.

But He Yuzhu is by no means an ordinary person. He has been working in the complex business world for many years and has acquired special skills.

On those seemingly ordinary days, he could capture potential crisis signals from his partner's inadvertent look or ambiguous words.

When danger approaches quietly and others are still unaware, his keen intuition has already sounded like an alarm.

With his extraordinary insight, he carefully observed every unusual detail around him, not missing a single clue, and saw through the killer's carefully planned conspiracy in advance.

Every time the killer set a deadly trap, he maneuvered it skillfully and escaped the life-and-death crisis time and time again with his calmness and wisdom. He also deeply planted the seeds of revenge in his heart for this battle between business and life and death.

In an instant, he was like a flash of black lightning, his figure spinning like a ghost.

The killers' attack was as dense as a rainstorm. The sharp blades flashing with cold light were wrapped in murderous intent, cutting through the air and making sharp whistles.

But he was like a ghost in the dark night, accurately predicting the trajectory of each attack. The corners of his clothes trembled slightly on the edge of the blade, and a few strands of silk were cut by the sword energy and floated down slowly, but his skin was not hurt at all.

But Gao Kening is cruel and ruthless, how could he give up so easily?

They planned carefully, and when the assassination failed, they arranged an old van and waited for the opportunity on a remote but necessary road.

The van was covered in mottled paint, like a ferocious black beast that had been dormant for a long time, waiting for its prey. After the gunman got on the van, it suddenly started and roared as it rushed towards He Yuzhu.

As the distance shortened, the car window rolled down at an extremely fast speed, and the black muzzle of a gun was instantly pointed at him. The dark color of the muzzle seemed like an endless abyss, emitting a frightening and creepy aura, as if it would mercilessly devour He Yuzhu's life in the next second.

Suddenly, a sharp gunshot broke the silence of the street, and then bullets poured down towards He Yuzhu like a dense rainstorm.

At the moment of life and death, the mysterious power in He Yuzhu's body was instantly stimulated. A strange light flashed in his eyes, and his figure suddenly became ghostly.

I saw him tapping the ground with his toes and moving flexibly through the hail of bullets at a speed and angle that was unattainable for ordinary people.

Every move and every turn was extremely precise, as if the trajectory of the bullet had been predicted already.

At this moment, his figure was like an agile cheetah, dodging on the edge of life and death, and dodging the fatal bullets again and again.

He Yuzhu knew clearly in his mind that in this society that seemed to be full of lights, wine and women, but was actually turbulent and extremely cruel, asking the police for help would undoubtedly be a drop in the bucket and would be of no help at all.

To put it bluntly, this world is still ruled by the law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak and people eat each other.