Chapter 185: Complex Human Hearts

It was snowing, and it was getting heavier; goose-feather-like snowflakes danced, quietly covering all the ugliness and filth of this city.

At the end of the alley, He Yuzhu held his breath, and seeing no one around, he released the three horses from his space.

Xiao Hong, Xiao Hei, and Xiaohua were ones he had put into the space a few months ago, and he had personally chosen their names as well.

Today's task was somewhat cruel, but he really couldn't think of a better way; after thinking it over, he could only rely on these three horses.

As soon as Xiao Hong appeared, it immediately raised its head excitedly and puffed out two jets of hot air.

The long-lost scent of freedom made it constantly paw at the ground with its hooves and neigh softly.

It seemed to be saying: "Look! It's snowing in the sky! We can run in the snow again!"

Xiao Hei shook its mane, seemingly saying: "Silly girl, the ground is very slippery when it snows; it's easy to fall."

Xiaohua didn't speak, just raised its head and gazed quietly and deeply at the night sky.

He Yuzhu walked quickly to the three horses, holding three torches soaked in kerosene in his hands, and efficiently tied the torches to their tails.

A pungent smell of kerosene instantly permeated the air.

Xiaohua's nostrils flared, and it puffed out scalding white steam, seemingly cursing: "Two-legged beasts are just evil!"

Before the sound had faded, flames suddenly leaped up behind it.

"Neigh——!!"

This miserable cry tore through the night sky. The flames burst open on its tail, and Xiaohua's body instantly tensed; it thrashed its tail like a madman, but it couldn't shake off the searing, intense pain.

The pain turned into fear, and the fear surged into anger.

It let out a roar and charged forward violently, its hooves slamming into the ground and splashing up fine snow debris.

Immediately after, the tails of Xiao Hong and Xiao Hei were also ignited, the firelight reflecting in their eyes filled with terror.

The three horses neighed and charged deep into the alley.

At this moment, the guards were gathered around a large barrel for a meal; no one had expected such a crazy thing to happen suddenly in the alley.

"Run!"

"Run!"

The first to be knocked flying was the mess soldier; the rice barrel was kicked over into the snow, hot porridge spilled all over the ground, and white steam rose rapidly in the cold air.

Following that, Xiao Hei trampled over a soldier, and Xiao Hong followed closely behind, knocking over a soldier holding a gun.

In the narrow alley, the screams of people and the trampling of horse hooves mixed together, turning into a chaotic mess.

The firelight shone on the second-floor window of Liugongguan; Liu Rusi held a cigarette in her mouth and looked toward the chaos not far away through the goose-feather snow.

"This little brat... he must have learned this from *Romance of the Three Kingdoms*." She exhaled a smoke ring and then shouted to the person beside her: "Pingping, hurry, open the gate."

Pingping was stunned, still holding a Submachine Gun in her hand: "Why?"

"Someone is coming." Liu Rusi's gaze was calm, her tone full of the certainty of someone who had foreseen it.

Sure enough, a black shadow covered in snow soon flashed into the gate.

"Who?" Pingping immediately raised her gun and demanded.

"He Yuzhu."

Liu Rusi immediately went up to meet him, grabbed him, and pulled him upstairs.

"Why does your father have to go against me? My house and restaurant have both been sealed! You have so many people outside, who arranged them?" He Yuzhu panted, firing off questions like a machine gun.

The study had no lights on, for fear of attracting snipers.

Liu Rusi lit a cigarette and sat in the corner of the wall, the cigarette tip flickering in the dimness.

She took a deep drag of the cigarette and spoke slowly: "The pressure from above is too great; now I have instead become the murderer who killed my godfather."

"Why did it turn out like this?" He Yuzhu frowned and pressed.

Liu Rusi sighed: "Someone pinned this big label on me just to force me to hand over my godfather."

"But it was clearly your father who sent people to kill your godfather in the first place!" He Yuzhu said hurriedly.

"But those people are all dead; there's no proof."

"Isn't Mr. Feng still alive!" He Yuzhu didn't pay attention for a moment and let the surname slip out.

Liu Rusi suddenly looked up, her tone full of shock: "How do you know about him?"

"You mentioned the word 'Feng' that day, so I remembered it!" He Yuzhu reacted extremely quickly and immediately brought this up.

Liu Rusi believed him; perhaps the current situation made her no longer care about this person.

"His status is special; he won't testify for me."

"So, if you don't hand the person over now, you become the murderer?" He Yuzhu sneered.

"At least the officials of Jiu Cheng want to use this method to force me to hand him over!" Liu Rusi shook her head with a bitter smile.

"Then what is your father aiming for by having people watch you?"

"First, it's to put on a show for outsiders, and second, it's to protect me in secret." Her tone was flat. "They knew internally long ago that you and I saved my godfather. But to satisfy the higher-ups, they must force me to 'hand over the person'—if I really handed my godfather over, he would soon become a corpse."

He Yuzhu was silent for a moment and said: "I am being watched tightly now; my shop is sealed, and my home is sealed. It's very uncomfortable." He couldn't help but complain.

Liu Rusi suddenly stood up, stepped forward, and hugged He Yuzhu tightly, comforting him softly: "It was I who pulled you into this quagmire; I've wronged you."

Hearing this, plus this sudden embrace, the knot in He Yuzhu's heart dissipated by more than half.

Liu Rusi let him go, sat back in the corner, and said: "Actually, my father and the group of people behind him are quite afraid of you; they know you are ruthless."

Outside the house, the wind and snow howled, and the windows were blown to make a light sound.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and He Yuzhu shook his head gently: "But I don't want to live a life of constant fear like this forever."

"There is a way to solve the current predicament." Liu Rusi suddenly lowered her voice. "This idea was proposed by the current Bureau Chief of the Secret Service Bureau."

"Didn't you say a while ago that he was one of your people?" He Yuzhu asked suspiciously.

"I said 'half' at the time; now that something has happened, he can't withstand the pressure from above and has already 'defected'..."

"Tell me where he is, and I will send him on his way tonight." He Yuzhu's gaze instantly became as sharp as a knife, his tone full of determination.

Liu Rusi gave a bitter smile: "That man is very shrewd; I hear he even sleeps with his eyes open. He is not easy to deal with."

"Doesn't Zhang Fei also sleep with his eyes open? Didn't he still end up killed by a lowly soldier?" He Yuzhu's tone was firm, without a hint of retreat.

"You can believe things from storytelling?" Liu Rusi chuckled lightly: "He lives in the Military Camp and rarely comes out for activities."

"If I kill him, can your father stop? But I have already killed six of your father's men... no, counting the ones here, it's more than that... can the grudge between us still be turned over?" He Yuzhu paused, then added, "Actually, originally tonight, I intended to capture your father for negotiations."

"Let's make a bet: if the Bureau Chief of the Secret Service Bureau dies, and with tonight's events spreading... there will be a chilling effect, and the people guarding outside tomorrow will withdraw. I will be free, and you will be free too."

He Yuzhu shook his head, having no heart to ponder these matters of the human heart. After taking the address written by Liu Rusi, he opened the back window, stepped on the windowsill, and climbed onto the roof.

He moved quickly along the roof ridge, leaping nimbly between adjacent rooftops, and in the blink of an eye, he vanished into the vast night.

The guards saw the figure on the roof from afar, but not a single one dared to give chase.

In the chaos in the alley just now, five people had died and Shiqi had been injured; they all knew in their hearts that he was a terrifying star that could not be provoked.

He Yuzhu traveled through the snow-covered lanes, following the address given by Liu Rusi, and arrived near the Military Camp.

He changed into a Bald Party uniform and lay in wait quietly in the shadows by the side of the road.

After waiting for about half an hour, a truck slowly drove over from the distance, its headlights cutting through the wind and snow, illuminating the road ahead.

He Yuzhu quickly took a stone from his space and threw it out with all his might.

"Clatter!"

The stone was crushed right under the wheel, the truck jolted violently, and the engine died instantly.

He Yuzhu seized the opportunity to roll through the snow, sliding his entire body under the truck, and gripped the frame of the undercarriage tightly, quietly entering the Military Camp compound.