Chapter 327: Determined to Obtain It!

Zheng Chiyou took off his glasses, patted his cheeks, put them back on, the elevator arrived at the first floor, and the doors opened.

Walking out of the elevator, Zheng Chiyou did not head toward the bright lobby, but instead walked toward the side corridor, where a restroom was at the end.

Entering the restroom, Zheng Chiyou faced the mirror, bent at the waist, seemingly wanting to splash water on his face to fully wake up.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind him, where there had been no one.

It grabbed Zheng Chiyou's head and pressed it onto the cold marble vanity.

"You're here." Tilting his face, glasses askew, Zheng Chiyou could not see who had appeared behind him, only hearing a voice with a bizarre accent.

Zheng Chiyou tried to struggle twice, but the force on his head was astonishingly great, giving him virtually no room to lift it.

In this state of lying prone on the vanity, his hands also found it hard to reach back and grab the person pinning him.

He lifted a leg trying to kick a couple of times, but kicked only air, dodged by the other party — or perhaps he never kicked in the right direction to begin with.

Unable to see, glasses askew on his face, pressed painfully against his skin. Zheng Chiyou couldn't even figure out where the newcomer was standing.

"Robert?" After struggling twice, Zheng Chiyou gave up, curled his hands, lifted them slightly, signaling he wanted to cooperate, and called out a name.

"Robert?"

The person behind spoke, voice still carrying that strange accent, sounding at first listen like several people speaking together, with hidden confusion and chaos.

It gave the feeling of a child pointing at something they completely don't know and asking — what is this?

"Aren't you?" Zheng Chiyou froze, "Then who are you?"

"I... I am Pi Xiong." The man said, "I came to find you, yes, I came to find you..."

In the mirror Zheng Chiyou couldn't see, the reflection showed none other than Pi Xiong, who had fled after pulling one over on Ao Yulie.

But his state at this moment looked somewhat strange, eyes half-narrowed, expression on his face somewhat blank.

Looking like he was sleepwalking after falling asleep, extremely bizarre.

"Pi Xiong?" Zheng Chiyou searched his memory, he had never heard this name, who was he?

And why would he appear here?

Zheng Chiyou's heart sank rapidly, his expression fluctuating: "Mr. Pi, what business do you have with me?"

"Hmm, I—" Pi Xiong's words weren't finished when a person suddenly rushed in through the restroom doorway, kicking at Pi Xiong.

A whistling sound of tearing air rang out; this sneak-attack whip kick clearly packed tremendous power.

Pi Xiong reacted quickly too, immediately releasing Zheng Chiyou, grabbing the incoming whip kick, twisting his body.

The strength of both legs and waist was fully mobilized, slamming the ambusher hard into the side toilet stall.

The ambusher crashed into the stall, knocking down the stall door, but at the moment of impact still kicked out, striking Pi Xiong in the chest.

Pi Xiong retreated several steps, crashing into the wall tiles, and when he steadied himself again, the tiles at the impact site on his back had all cracked.

The ambusher then burst out, another flying kick.

Pi Xiong lowered his body, simultaneously dodging to the side.

A kick landed on the wall tiles behind him, accompanied by a crisp shattering sound, fragments flying, even the concrete wall behind cracking.

One kick missed, the ambusher tapped his toe, "stabbed" into the wall, and yanked hard.

He actually used his foot to gouge out a chunk of concrete to hurl at Pi Xiong.

Pi Xiong's right fist swept horizontally, smashing the concrete chunk the instant it shattered, a fist already looming larger before his eyes.

Pa-da!

Pi Xiong's left hand, moving last but arriving first, blocked the ambusher's fist.

In the still-spacious restroom, the two exchanged blows like a violent storm, close-quarters brawling.

No fancy, profound techniques, only a contest of strength and speed.

Every punch, every kick "spoke" the two words "heavy" and "fast".

The collisions of palms, fists, claws, and the sounds of limbs and clothes moving at high speed filled the entire restroom.

Zheng Chiyou shrank in the corner, curled into a ball, doing his best to protect himself.

A sound of glass doors and windows shattering.

Zheng Chiyou looked up, just in time to see Pi Xiong, who had been pinning him, fly backward and crash into the window, smashing through it and falling outside.

The sudden ambusher took a step, arrived at the window, looked twice, but did not pursue.

Perhaps the other party had escaped.

"Huu—"

With the sound of an exhale, Zheng Chiyou saw clearly the newcomer, none other than that "Robert" who had called him.

"Manager Zheng, are you alright?" Jiali looked at Zheng Chiyou and asked, shaking off the fresh blood flowing on his hand.

He had suffered some superficial wounds, but the other party wasn't faring well either.

"Oh, I'm fine." Zheng Chiyou replied instinctively, not yet reacted, unable to comprehend how this gentle, frail-looking beautiful youth could possess such formidable combat ability.

He turned his head, looked at the wrecked washroom, swallowed, placed his hand on the floor, and slowly moved to stand up.

Looking rather comical and funny.

"That person seemed..." Jiali hesitated.

"What happened?" At this moment, the security guards arrived, the commotion from Jiali and Pi Xiong's fight just now having been quite loud.

"Are you all dead!" Zheng Chiyou immediately stood up and roared, "You didn't even know someone got in? Look at me, look at me!"

He pointed at his own neck, where marks left by Pi Xiong's strangling remained.

"You—"

"He's my friend!" Zheng Chiyou pointed at Jiali and said, "Just now a man named Pi Xiong broke in, my friend saved me."

"..." Those security guards didn't speak, their faces all quite ugly, of course, this ugliness wasn't directed at Zheng Chiyou.

The restroom wrecked like this, and Manager Zheng by Second Young Master Quan's side got beaten up?

Their jobs are probably on the line.

"You two tidy up first, don't go disturbing Young Master Quan." Zheng Chiyou said, "Arrange a room for us, we have things to discuss."

"Wait." Jiali said, "Manager Zheng, you saw the situation just now too. I really have important business with Young Master Quan."

"Fine." Zheng Chiyou rubbed his neck, "Come with me."

The two walked out of the restroom and entered the direct-access elevator.

Zheng Chiyou asked, "What exactly is the deal with that person?"

"A friend told me there's a group connected to X, and said those people are coming to cause trouble for Young Master Quan." Jiali said half-truthfully, "That Pibear is likely one of them. Tonight, weren't three officers killed? The news hasn't gotten out yet, but it's already confirmed to be that group's doing."

"Probably by tomorrow morning there'll be a citywide bulletin, arrest warrants issued."

"What did you say?" Zheng Chiyou was startled, "That X? The one who kills at random? What does he have to do with Young Master Quan?"

"How would I know?" Jiali looked innocent, "That's why Chairman Park sent me over to see if I could stick with Young Master Quan, protect him a little — you saw my skills too."

"Once that bunch are all caught, there shouldn't be any danger." Jiali pressed further.

The Pibear's sudden attack made his excuse even more perfect.

But now that the Pibear has appeared, can Tang Xuanzang be far behind?

A phone rang; the elevator had no signal issues. Zheng Chiyou answered, repeatedly saying "Yes, yes, I'm here, I'm here, yes." and the like.

The receiver volume was turned very low; Jiali couldn't hear who Zheng Chiyou was talking to or what about.

That doesn't matter. The key point now is that the Pibear who tracked them here fell out with Ao Yulie, who claims the White Dragon Horse fate.

That Ao Yulie is also close with Tang Xuanzang; the two sides shouldn't cooperate again.

And the time left isn't enough for the two groups to run into each other again.

Under normal circumstances, Tang Xuanzang should still be tangled up with the other five at the safe house, not getting wind of this and arriving so quickly.

But the Pibear's ambush also rang alarm bells in Jiali's heart — he had to hurry.

If he doesn't get the Book of Life and Death before Tang Xuanzang kills his way here, it won't be him giving Tang Xuanzang a surprise.

As for taking the Book of Life and Death from Quan Chenghong's hands, Jiali is determined to succeed.

Reasonable deduction: the Book of Life and Death has the power to sever life and death; the most likely necessary condition is knowing the target's name and face.

Write the name on it, and you can kill effortlessly.

The intel given in the mission hints at this.

This also reflects from the side that the holder of the Book of Life and Death is an ordinary person, merely killing by exploiting the book's special ability.

This is a battle of wits; the difficulty lies not in how to seize it, but in how to find the Book of Life and Death.

With Jiali's ability, dealing with a dissolute young master like Quan Chenghong and getting the Book of Life and Death from him isn't difficult at all.

Full throttle — within minutes Jiali can make himself Quan Chenghong's most intimate, most trusted lover.

He wouldn't even need to speak; Quan Chenghong would probably hand over the Book of Life and Death on his own.

Who would hide their love-crazed devotion, longing to pluck stars from the sky for their beloved?

Then, just write Tang Xuanzang and the others' names in the Book of Life and Death, and Jiali secures final victory.

Of course, this is the most perfect scenario in the projection.

If Quan Chenghong proves tough and the book can't be obtained quickly, Jiali still has two options.

One: Quan Chenghong senses something off about him — Jiali just leaves, becomes the fisherman reaping the benefit.

Two: Quan Chenghong doesn't sense anything off — Jiali stays by his side, plays the long game, can even borrow Quan Chenghong's power to strike the enemy camp, while still being the fisherman, just an overt one.

*Ding* — the elevator doors opened. Zheng Chiyou led Jiali into the Second Young Master Quan's den of wine and women.

The Second Young Master Quan sat on a plush sofa, a woman on each arm; the coffee table before him held some white powder.

He tilted his head back, a dazed, intoxicated expression on his face.

Zheng Chiyou leaned in, whispering something to Quan Chenghong.

Quan Chenghong opened his eyes, looked at Jiali and smiled: "Come, come, sit. Keep me company for a drink first."

As he spoke, he shooed away the woman on his left.

The woman hurriedly moved aside, a flash of displeasure crossing her face; she lowered her head, not daring to let it be seen.

Jiali smiled and sat down, about to say something, when Quan Chenghong pulled him into an embrace.

Quan Chenghong laughed: "Robert, right! Are you really a guy? Look at that little face of yours — smoother than a woman's." His eyes were full of lewd interest, a strong "sexual interest" aroused by the beautiful youth before him.

"Young Master Quan sure knows how to joke." Jiali didn't get angry; instead he leaned in closer, "I'm a man, of course."

Good that he's high — that way Jiali's even more confident of handling this guy.

Paying a small price — to Jiali, it's nothing.