Chapter 257: It

The sound of pattering rain came from outside the car; at some point, the rain had gradually grown heavier.

The light from the streetlamps bloomed into layers of halos.

Shen Yijing, lurking in the shadows, held a slender cigarette between her fingers, one hand shielding the glowing embers from the other side.

She had not smoked in a long time.

She had also not killed anyone in a long time.

The last cigarette she had before taking action was back when Sheng Yu was eighteen, when she had personally driven her car into his, hoping to use his hands to kill the fetus in her womb.

To make Sheng Yu and Sheng Hongyao turn against each other.

Having played the role of a weak, delicate woman beside Sheng Hongyao for so many years, the image of being stupid and dramatic had made her almost forget that her own hands had once been stained with human blood.

She was a killer.

Otherwise, at the Hot Spring Villa last time, that man would not have entrusted such an important matter to her.

She never expected that the first target she would take on after returning to her old profession would be Zhu Yuan.

Setting aside her relationship with Sheng Yu, she actually quite liked Zhu Yuan; she was a young girl with a lot of character, and the acting she did was especially good. Such a good girl, yet she had to follow someone as dangerous as Sheng Yu.

If one had to blame someone, it could only be blamed on her bad luck.

She squinted her eyes as she looked toward the villa.

It was already very late; the lights on the first floor were off, but a light was still on in a window on the second floor—that was Zhu Yuan's room.

According to her subordinates' retelling, the "battle" in that room last night was very intense, and...

At this rate, it would be hard for Zhu Yuan not to get pregnant with Sheng Yu's child again.

It was indeed necessary to resolve this problem as early as possible.

She watched the villa quietly; it was probably eleven o'clock at night, and the light in the second-floor room went out as well.

The rain had also eased a little, and rainwater dripped from the leaves with a pitter-patter.

The surroundings were quiet, but everyone in the car knew very well that inside and outside that silent villa, there were many Bodyguards hidden in the shadows.

But this was not Kyoto; no matter how powerful Sheng Yu was, he could not reach his hand into Fengcheng.

Furthermore, Zhu Yuan lived a secluded life; if their people hadn't been keeping a close watch on Sheng Yu, it would have been difficult to discover Zhu Yuan's existence.

But it was best to be careful in all things, lest they fail to kill Zhu Yuan and invite even greater trouble.

Shen Yijing stubbed out the cigarette in her hand and grabbed a loaded pistol. "Move."

On the dim stretch of road, rainwater slid off the leaves, and with a *ding-dong* sound, it dripped into a puddle, stirring up ripples.

"Boom—"

Several blinding headlights, accompanied by the sound of engines, seemed to tear through the night sky as they charged straight toward the villa!

In an instant, the people hidden in the shadows protecting Zhu Yuan appeared at the sound; the agile Bodyguards drew their guns one after another and entered a defensive state.

The two sides entered a chaotic battle in the front yard, with gunfire constant.

Suddenly, with a *bang*, a Flying Tiger Claw's four corners clamped firmly onto a window frame on the side of the villa.

A nimble figure leaped up from the bushes along the steel cable; Shen Yijing gripped the steel cable connected to the Flying Tiger Claw, kicked off the wall with both feet, and vaulted into the air.

As soon as Shen Yijing jumped onto the windowsill, she nimbly shot and killed the Bodyguards inside, grabbed the steel cable with one hand, curled her legs, and kicked the window open with force.

Glass shattered all over the floor; Shen Yijing jumped into the room, holding guns in both hands, and took down the Bodyguards on her left and right.

More and more of the people Shen Yijing brought rushed to the second floor.

The bathroom door was closed; through the frosted glass door, one could vaguely see a blurred figure curled up inside, shivering.

A corner of a nightgown was caught in the door gap.

Shen Yijing sneered and pulled the trigger three times at the doorknob.

With a *bang-bang-bang* roar and sparks flying, the woman in the bathroom screamed in terror.

Shen Yijing kicked the door open.

When she saw the person curled up on the floor, Shen Yijing did not hesitate to shoot at the target.

Suddenly, the woman who had been curled up on the floor shivering violently raised her head.

The moment she saw that face, Shen Yijing felt a strange numbness in her scalp.

At first glance, it was Zhu Yuan, but that face was indescribably strange; before she could react, a flash of ruthlessness crossed the woman's eyes, and with an agile movement, she kicked Shen Yijing's gun away.

Shen Yijing immediately launched an offensive against her.

With the sound of fists hitting flesh, Shen Yijing discovered that the opponent was highly skilled—it was not Zhu Yuan at all!

At the same time, Shen Yijing realized that the surroundings were too quiet.

Terrifyingly quiet.

Until a pitch-black gun barrel was aimed at her head.

Shen Yijing froze completely.

The bathroom window reflected the tall, sturdy Situ holding a gun behind her, and Sheng Yu with his cold eyes behind him.

Shen Yijing's heart shrank violently, and the color drained from her face completely.

It was a trap!

Clearly, their people had not seen Situ follow Sheng Yu to Fengcheng, and Sheng Yu had already left in the evening, getting off the plane in Kyoto at night; her people had seen the car drive into the Hot Spring Villa with their own eyes.

But now, both Sheng Yu and Situ were here.

"I didn't expect your skills to be so good."

Shen Yijing sneered, "You are quite the schemer."

"If I'm not mistaken, given your skills, were you a killer in the past?"

"Since I've been reduced to a prisoner, you can call me whatever you want." Shen Yijing's tone was contemptuous.

"Then you are it."

Following Sheng Yu's cold voice, the woman who had just been fighting Shen Yijing tore off the Human Skin Mask on her face.

The woman revealed a face that looked slightly heroic; she quickly glanced at Situ, whose expression remained blank, though his hand gripping the gun tightened slightly.

Looking at the Human Skin Mask on the ground, Shen Yijing roughly guessed why her subordinates hadn't seen Situ, and what was going on with the Sheng Yu who had left.

Shen Yijing gritted her teeth, "It really was a lot of trouble for Chairman Sheng to go to such great lengths."

"You're welcome, this is what you deserve." Sheng Yu kicked aside one of Shen Yijing's subordinates at his feet and sat on the sofa, the coldness between his brows deepening.

He slowly raised his eyes, looking at her with a sharp gaze, "Who told you about the escape route at the Hot Spring Villa?"

Shen Yijing was slightly stunned by his imposing manner, then she sneered, "Of course it was Yu Lan who told me."

Suddenly, with a bang, Sheng Yu shot Shen Yijing in the knee.

"You are not worthy of mentioning my mother's name; I warned you."

The intense pain made Shen Yijing's vision go black, but she gritted her teeth to endure it, looking at Sheng Yu fearlessly.

Shen Yijing trembled all over from the pain as the bullet pierced her knee, and she finally could not hold herself up and knelt on the ground.

Situ's foot, clad in a hiking boot, was just about to lift, but someone else beat him to it.

The woman with heroic features stepped on the back of Shen Yijing's hand and ground it a few times with a blank expression, "When Young Master Yu wants you to answer, you answer."

Chu Xin was a subordinate trained by Situ himself, originally intended to protect Zhu Yuan closely in the future; because the time hadn't come yet, Situ hadn't had the chance to arrange it, never expecting it would no longer be needed.

And the person who played Sheng Yu last night, the one who acted in coordination with Chu Xin, was Situ.

The "Sheng Yu" who returned to Jingdu City was Enzo.

Shen Yijing was in such pain that her face was contorted, yet she stubbornly refused to make a sound.

Sheng Yu seemed too lazy to waste his breath on her, "Take her back to Jingdu City for interrogation."

Situ nodded slightly.

The cellar of the Hot Spring Villa had all sorts of torture tools; there was no fear that Shen Yijing wouldn't talk.

Everyone Shen Yijing brought had been silenced.

The group walked out of the villa and got into their cars one after another.

In the car, Shen Yijing's hands were cuffed, watched over personally by Chu Xin.

The car drove toward the Fengcheng Airport; to the right was the national highway, and after driving twenty kilometers, they would reach the border of Licheng.

Passing through an intersection, suddenly, from the other three directions, countless cars came speeding over!

Zhu Yuan looked at him, her eyes calm and without a single ripple.