Chapter 147: Dropping the Mask 1

Inside the banquet hall, there was a fragrance of perfume and the rustle of hair; at that moment, several unfamiliar faces appeared. Camera flashes flickered incessantly, and several figures moved against the current through the crowd, exchanging glances. Their hands rested slightly on their hips, seemingly searching for something. Beneath the calm facade of clinking glasses, an undercurrent was about to roar...

Jin Liangjin and Yin Shuyi looked on with deep, inscrutable eyes, glanced at Qi Yu standing under the central spotlight, and left with a calm, synchronized pace.

The treacherous, surging clouds of the banquet hall fell into Fu Zichen's eyes.

This initial probing and confrontation was an unspoken understanding between the Fu Family and the Bei Du Aristocratic Families. The aristocratic families wanted to test the Fu Family's bottom line, and the Fu Family wanted to use blood to fire the first shot of their emergence!

"Bang!"

The symphony came to an abrupt halt with the sound of the gunshot. Someone in the crowd fell to the ground in response, and the glamorous banquet hall instantly turned into a hellish slaughterhouse. Elegant young ladies left the hall under the escort of bodyguards, unaware that they had invisibly become pawns in the power struggles of their elders.

"Ahhh..."

"Run!"

"There's an assassin!"

"......."

The scene descended into chaos.

Shi Yu stood on the 19th floor of the banquet hall. She aimed her sniper rifle at the assassin's head, and the person who had been pointing their gun at Qi Yu fell to the ground instantly, never to rise again.

Under the cover of the Fu Family bodyguards, the banquet hall's lobby was quickly cleared. Ling Wu looked at the middle-aged man being ushered away, slowly withdrawing the motion of drawing his gun. The thought of killing his enemy with his own hands was dismissed for the moment; forget it... there were too many eyes, and if one cannot bear small burdens, one will ruin great plans.

Moreover, this was the Fu Family's territory; if people died, the aristocratic families would inevitably demand an explanation. Ling Wu did not want to cause trouble and delay the cooperation between the two sides.

"Bang!"

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The exquisite curtains were riddled with bullet holes, and even the flower petals on the red velvet carpet flew up, only to be shredded into eight pieces by bullets passing through them rapidly. The vibrant colors looked like blood falling in a scattered shower...

When Ling Wu looked back, Qi Yu was no longer in the banquet hall. There were uniformed bodyguards and assassins in the lobby, and the snipers on the 19th floor were observing the overall situation. He crouched behind a silk-covered table, leaned his body out slightly, and took out the assassin to his front-left.

There were quite a lot of people.

Xi Huaizhi shouted toward his side: "Let's go!"

Ling Wu lifted the silk tablecloth with a sweep of his hand and kicked the table leg. Wine glasses and silver cutlery tumbled down. After the four table legs took the force, they slid a short distance to the left on the smooth marble floor. Using the table as cover, he rolled rapidly across the floor twice, threw himself behind the champagne table opposite, braced his fist against the ground, and landed on one knee.

He raised his gun and hit two more people.

He just needed to leave the banquet hall with Xi Huaizhi; there would be Fu Family people to deal with the assassins.

"I'll cover you!"

Xi Huaizhi poked his muzzle out and shot down the people near Ling Wu, then the vase on the table above his head was shattered, and the fragments splashed and exploded instantly!

"Now!"

Then, several more gunshots rang out.

Through the scope, Shi Yu saw someone circling to the 2nd floor of the banquet hall, about to fire at Ling Wu. She spat.

Still trying to sneak attack?

She neatly took care of this person, then aimed her muzzle at the opposite side and changed targets.

The champagne tower's glass cups collapsed with a crash, and wine spilled all over the floor. Shi Yu noticed that Ling Wu and Xi Huaizhi were about to leave, so she casually shot down the banquet hall's crystal chandelier. The light in the lobby dimmed instantly, and the two of them left without a hint of hesitation.

After entering the right corridor from the banquet hall lobby, Ling Wu heard the sound of gunfire one after another. He walked to the end, and before him was a corridor leading in two directions horizontally. He said: "Let's split up."

"Mm."

The corridor was wide and long. Ling Wu gradually smelled a thick scent of blood. When he turned the corner, he saw corpses lying everywhere on the ground. These people had been shot in the heart, killed with a single blow; one could tell the person who did it had excellent marksmanship.

His footsteps were very light. He noticed that the faces of the corpses were strangely stiff, so he squatted down and placed his fingers on the jaw of one of the corpses. After probing with his fingertips for a few seconds, he indeed felt a protrusion.

Ling Wu hooked his fingertips and tore a Human Skin Mask off the corpse's face, but the material was clearly the common kind, which could be completely removed without special potions.

That mask from yesterday had already shown his face, so Ling Wu likewise changed into a common one. Through the metal mirrors on both sides, he could see a subtle sense of incongruity.

He lowered his eyes and did the same to probe the other corpses, but some wore masks, while others used their real faces.

This only proved that the assassins who came to the Fu Family came from different aristocratic families. Two? Three?

Or perhaps even more.

Ling Wu stood up. His ears were still accompanied by several intermittent gunshots; judging by the sound, they shouldn't be far away.

"Bang!"

Just as Ling Wu turned out from the left, he saw several men in black emerging in the corridor directly ahead. The two sides locked eyes, and almost simultaneously, they fired and ducked behind cover.

Wolves in front, tigers behind.

【Oh my god! More people have died here than the rice I've eaten!】

【I was still thinking that after transmigrating I'd be able to see many handsome guys, but forget it... I wouldn't survive two episodes after transmigrating before I'm OVER!】

【The Fu Family banquet hall corridor is built like a maze. If the villain hadn't twisted that vase over there, I wouldn't have known the corridor could have a door built into it.】

【Seriously... has the Fu Family ever been assassinated? They are so cautious and careful, the assassins didn't even get to eat a bullet before they got dizzy from winding around themselves.】

【The ones who died are others, the one who peed their pants is me.】

【To the one above, are you a rat? You really are quite cowardly.】

He looked at the blue and white porcelain vase placed on the floor beside him.

Ling Wu twisted it open.

A small door opened instantly.

He bent down slightly and walked inside.

What met his eyes was a downward staircase. The air was a bit damp and cold, and the walls on both sides were covered with exquisitely carved European-style wall lamps, the light dim and yellow.

Ling Wu went down the stairs. This was a glass-room basement, and the light from the incandescent lamps was slightly blue. He kicked aside the corpses at the entrance, and just as he entered the room, he locked eyes with Qi Yu.

He did not fire when he saw Ling Wu.

Several people were lying on the ground.

Suddenly, among the several people lying on their backs on the ground, a bloodied hand slowly raised a gun to aim at Qi Yu. Ling Wu reacted quickly; he immediately raised his gun to break the man's hand, stepped forward quickly, kicked the gun away, stepped on the man's abdomen, and fired a follow-up shot into the fragile neck after chambering a round.

Fresh blood splattered, and a few drops stained the youth's slender, fair fingers.

Qi Yu looked at the unfamiliar face and asked suspiciously, "Magician, did you change to a new mask?"

After a long while, the person stepping on the corpse spoke indifferently: "It's me."

Rapid footsteps came from the opened passageway; Qi Yu decisively pulled Ling Wu's hand, his broad chest pressed tightly against the youth's back, and he shot out the glass to protect the person in his arms, smelling that pleasant citrus scent once more as he leaped down toward the breach.

The two bodies broke through the obstacle into mid-air.

Ling Wu's waist was firmly gripped by Qi Yu's hand, and he was carried into a weightless descent; shattered glass splashed, glowing slightly blue under the incandescent lights, the world spun, the sound in his ears muted, and the speed at which the glass hit the ground seemed frame-dropped, passing their line of sight at an extremely slow pace, before Ling Wu's eyes were covered by the hand of the person behind him.

"Bang!"

The dull sound of a body slamming into the ground.

Qi Yu rolled on the ground a few times while holding him, then braced his palm against the floor to steady his body, pressed the switch nearby, and without waiting for Ling Wu to react, picked him up with one arm and left the glass room through a small door.

Safe.

Ling Wu flexed his wrists and saw that there was blood on the back of Qi Yu's hand and the side of his face; in the dim light, that jade-like face looked even more stunning and beautiful.

The next instant, he was pressed hard against the wall.

Qi Yu asked him, "Who exactly are you?"

"Guess."

Qi Yu looked at the ordinary face before him, the eyes exceptionally bright under the glow of the wall lamp, like some kind of taboo attracting him...

Immediately, Ling Wu broke free from the shackles and engaged him in a fight.

The two fought in the cramped space, evenly matched; Ling Wu saw the wound on the back of Qi Yu's hand split open due to the violent movements, and thinking of how this person had just used his body to protect him, his movements slowed for an instant.

In that split second of hesitation, Qi Yu gained the upper hand, his long fingers powerfully controlling Ling Wu's arms, gripping both of his wrists with one hand and raising them high above his head, then slightly bending his knee to forcefully wedge it between Ling Wu's legs.

He placed his hand on the side of Ling Wu's face, felt the edge of the Human Skin Mask, and decisively tore it off.

The face beneath the mask was revealed before Qi Yu's eyes, the bone structure exquisitely flawless, the shadow of the eyelashes falling beneath the eyes, the small mole on the left eyelid perfectly exposed, making his features appear even more refined and serene; then Ling Wu lifted those light-colored eyes and looked straight at him: "Your Highness Chu Yi, have you seen enough?"

Chu Yi instantly felt the Human Skin Mask in his hand burning hot like fire; he relaxed his fingers, and the mask fell to the ground.

He was in a state of utter chaos.

Ling Wu was calm and composed, his black-and-white eyes shimmering with light, more dazzling and eye-catching than the romantic warm orange light of the wall lamp behind him; he reached out his hand toward Chu Yi again and introduced himself: "Magician, Ling Wu."