Chapter 155: Encountering an Ambush

Chen Yu's heart tightened, and he quickly followed the traces of the fight upward.

On the other side of the Mountain, several killers dressed in black tight-fitting clothes were surrounding and hunting Yan Roujin; Huang Ping was already suffering from several wounds, yet he was still struggling bitterly against these people.

Bang—the last bodyguard fell to the ground, and Huang Ping punched one enemy away, but a chill hit his shoulder, and a sword pierced through it.

Huang Ping let out a muffled groan and took two steps back; the remaining four killers immediately surrounded him.

"Who exactly are you people? The Li Chen of our Yan Clan has already recognized its master, and the Yan Clan has disbanded its Martial Artists and withdrawn from the Jianghu; why must you still press us so hard?" Yan Roujin said sternly.

"Yan Roujin, someone wants your Life, it makes no difference whether you withdraw from the Jianghu or not." One killer stepped forward and said sinisterly.

"I have never made enemies with anyone; what kind of person would send you to kill me?" Yan Roujin's expression turned sharp.

"Want to know? Go ask the King of Hell." The killer sneered.

"Miss, retreat quickly, I will hold them off; reinforcements from the Xuanwu Tea House will arrive soon." Huang Ping gathered his True Qi and blocked in front of Yan Roujin; he was truly loyal to the Yan Family.

"Heh, I'm afraid the reinforcements from the Xuanwu Tea House won't be coming; you might as well give up hope today." The killer chuckled, took a large step forward, and sealed the path ahead with the sword in his hand, intending to finish off Huang Ping.

Suddenly, a Sword Qi struck from behind him; almost in an instant, that Sword Qi transformed into monstrous killing intent. The killer was startled and turned around abruptly.

The moment he turned, a Sword Light flashed by; the four killers' bodies stiffened instantly, standing on the spot without moving at all. At the same time, a tree as thick as a bowl behind them cracked with a 'snap' and broke in half.

The four killers stood there blankly, a look of horror appearing in their eyes; immediately after, a bloodstain appeared at their necks, and the four bodies tilted and fell straight to the ground.

Chen Yu retracted his right hand, and the Li Chen in his hand disappeared; he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Are you alright?"

"Chen Yu..." Seeing Chen Yu come over, Yan Roujin's spirit relaxed, and her legs went soft, nearly causing her to fall to the ground.

Chen Yu hurriedly supported her, tapped her body with his right hand, and channeled a wisp of True Qi into her.

"Thank you, I'm fine; this is already the third time you've saved me." Yan Roujin leaned half-way against Chen Yu and said softly.

"Your Yan Family has guarded Li Chen for hundreds of years; now you have finally completed your mission. Now it is my turn to protect you." Chen Yu smiled, and he looked back, saying, "Is Uncle Huang alright?"

"I'm fine, just suffered a small injury." Huang Ping smiled indifferently and said, "Thanks to Mr. Chen for arriving in time."

"For the bleeding." Chen Yu tossed him a bottle of medicine and then asked, "What is the background of these people?"

"I don't know." Yan Roujin shook her head: "Li Chen has already recognized its master, and our Yan Family follows our ancestral teachings to no longer interfere in Jianghu affairs; I really cannot think of anyone who would go to such great lengths to kill me."

"Let's go back first." Chen Yu pondered for a moment and said: "This matter must be investigated clearly, otherwise there will be endless trouble."

"Mm." Yan Roujin nodded, and Chen Yu helped her stand up.

"Roujin, are you alright?" Just at this moment, Zhu Hongxue hurried over with a group of people.

"I'm fine, Sister Xue, sorry to have troubled you to make this trip." Yan Roujin smiled.

"I rushed over immediately after receiving the news; I didn't expect to be a step late. Fortunately, you are alright, otherwise I wouldn't know how to answer to my foster father." Seeing she was fine, Zhu Hongxue finally let out a sigh of relief.

"This time it is thanks to Mr. Chen." Yan Roujin smiled.

"Many thanks, Mr. Chen." Zhu Hongxue glanced at Chen Yu, a strange look flashing in her eyes.

"You're welcome, my saving her has nothing to do with you." Chen Yu glanced at Zhu Hongxue: "Though, the people you brought this time don't seem to be from the Xuanwu Tea House."

Yan Roujin looked at the six followers behind Zhu Hongxue; these six were not disciples of the Xuanwu Tea House, and their expressions were gloomy as water, their eyes flashing with killing intent.

"Chen Yu, what do you mean by that?" Zhu Hongxue was angry; she and Chen Yu had never gotten along.

"You know what I mean in your heart." Chen Yu smiled: "Zhu Hongxue, if I'm not mistaken, you have always wanted to take over the Xuanwu Tea House and become the true master of the tea house, right?"

"What are you talking about?" Zhu Hongxue's expression changed slightly.

"I am just stating a fact; you don't need to be so agitated." Chen Yu looked at Zhu Hongxue playfully: "But if I haven't guessed wrong, your foster father intends to hand over the management of the Xuanwu Tea House to Roujin."

"Chen Yu, there are some things I must remind you of." The expression on Zhu Hongxue's face gradually turned cold, and she did not hide the killing intent in her eyes at all.

"Mm, you want to remind me not to meddle in other people's business, right?" Chen Yu smiled.

"You know far too much." Zhu Hongxue suddenly pressed her right hand slightly: "Kill them all."

Chen Yu hugged Yan Roujin tightly and rolled to the side quickly; almost at the same time, a muffled 'boom' sounded from the mountain peak in the distance.

Bang—the spot where Chen Yu had just been standing was hit by a sniper bullet.

At the same time, the six people behind Zhu Hongxue stepped forward in unison, each holding a short sword; the five were well-trained killers, and they lunged forward to attack Chen Yu.

Zhu Hongxue left indifferently; she felt there was no need to look at the result, as Chen Yu and Yan Roujin were sure to die.

"Stay down." Chen Yu leaped up, his hands moved, and with two 'shoo' sounds of breaking air, Silver Needles flew from his hands.

The two killers in the front fell to the ground in response, and Chen Yu grabbed a short sword with his backhand, slashed forward with one sword, and took out another one.

Suddenly, his scalp tingled, and an extremely strong sense of crisis welled up in his heart; it was clear that the sniper on the other mountain peak had locked onto him.

Chen Yu leaped up abruptly and rolled on the ground.

Boom... another muffled gunshot rang out, and a spray of blood splashed from Chen Yu's shoulder.

Chen Yu threw himself onto the ground; that shot just now had grazed his shoulder. Fortunately, it was only a superficial wound, but with killers in front and a hidden gun on the mountain, how was he supposed to play this?

As he spoke, another killer swung a knife over; Chen Yu punched him, displacing his internal organs, and then leaped up.

On another mountain peak, a well-hidden gunman was holding a gun, aiming at Chen Yu; this was a blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigner, retired from a foreign special forces unit, his profession was a sniper, and his marksmanship was precise.

He locked onto the head of Chen Yu, who was in the middle of the fight, revealing a cruel smile; his right hand moved, ready to pull the trigger.

Suddenly, his heart trembled, and he quickly withdrew his gun and stood up; his professional instinct made him feel danger approaching.

But he was still a step too late; a figure leaped up, and the Dagger in his hand accurately and without error slashed his throat. A spray of blood splashed, his eyes opened wide, and he fell to the ground.