Chapter 1777

Soon after, Ximen Wudi's figure vanished beneath the truck's tires!

The truck driver, meanwhile, looked utterly bewildered!

He had no idea what had just happened!

By the time the truck restarted, Ximen Wudi was already gone!

"My god, did I just encounter a supreme expert? Where the hell did this Chinese kid come from? How the hell did he turn a truck into this?!" The truck driver thought, trembling as he drove, nearly losing control of the steering wheel as the vehicle swerved left and right, nearly flipping over!

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After jumping into the truck, Ximen Wudi found no escape route; he stared out the window and felt a headache coming on.

Because—the truck was heading straight for the beach!

And at that moment, hundreds of people stood on the beach!

All these hundreds wore black combat suits—they were clearly elite of the Death Temple!

"You bastards! How dare you chase me all the way to China to kill me!" Ximen Wudi roared in fury: "Do you think I won't wipe out your entire families?!"

Ximen Wudi shouted this in Chinese, so the black-clad men understood.

One man, clearly their leader, sneered: "Heh, if you can escape our encirclement, I might consider letting you live as a dog."

Let him live as a dog?

Ximen Wudi scanned the surroundings and realized the environment was utterly unfamiliar—clearly not Chinese territory.

A heavy sense of danger rose in his heart!

This danger did not come from these black-clad men, but… from some powerful enemy!

"Who are you?" Ximen Wudi asked.

"Heh, you don't need to know who we are. All you need to know is that this trip demands your life," the black-clad man said with a faint smile, revealing his stark white teeth.

"You're from the Death Temple," Ximen Wudi narrowed his eyes and said: "I have a grudge with the Death Temple. You sent so many experts to hunt me down for revenge?"

"No, you're mistaken," the black-clad man said. "Today, we're not here for revenge—we're here to kill. And incidentally, to help Yamamoto Kyoko eliminate her bodyguards."

"What did you say?"

Upon hearing this, Ximen Wudi's eyes blazed with terrifying fury: "You're here to kill Kyoko?!"

He paused, then suddenly realized: "You're the brother of that advisor!"

Indeed, this black-clad man was none other than the man named Sato!

He had once bragged over the phone about how awesome he was, only to be slapped unconscious on the rooftop by Ximen Wudi—now it seemed his brain must've been smashed!

"Kyoko? That name sounds quite lovely. Yes, I'm here to take you out for her," Sato's tone remained icy, yet Ximen Wudi still detected a sinister undertone in his voice.

Hmm, definitely a conspiracy theorist.

Ximen Wudi had no interest in this idiot—he stomped the accelerator, and the truck shot forward like an arrow released from a bow!

Boom!

Sato slammed on the brakes without hesitation!

Yet due to the truck's high and wide rear compartment, Sato's full-force braking failed to slow it significantly—only slightly increased its speed before it smashed through the guardrail and rolled straight off the beach!

Ximen Wudi watched this and sneered coldly: "What a waste of space!"

He then yanked the steering wheel sharply—the truck slid sideways, its rear bumper slamming into the guardrail before continuing deep into the sand.

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"Big brother, are we just leaving like this?" Ximen Wudi asked from the back seat.

"What else would you do? Stay and fight these Wang Ba?" Ximen Wudi shook his head: "Our main task now is to shake off our pursuers."

"I think they're after you, not your sister-in-law," the strategist said: "If they truly wanted to kill you, sending a thousand men would've been enough—no need to waste so much money."

"That's exactly what puzzles me," Ximen Wudi frowned: "But since the enemy chose to strike now, they've clearly done their homework. We must change our strategy."

"Yes, but do you remember our original plan?" the strategist asked.

Ximen Wudi thought for a moment, then said: "You mean pretending to be a couple to draw attention?"

"Exactly," the strategist smiled.

"This…" Ximen Wudi scratched his head: "This plan is too risky—I'm afraid someone will recognize me…"

After all, Apollo had once been world-famous; even though he'd disguised himself, he likely couldn't fool others—let alone the Death Temple!

"I understand your concern. I have a solution."

The strategist pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

The call connected, and a clear, melodious female voice answered.

"Strategist sister, hello!" The girl's voice was cheerful.

"Is the situation on Ye Pu Island stable?" the strategist asked.

"Don't worry—I've already set up the defenses as you instructed," came the reply.

"Good," the strategist paused for a second, then added: "Also, for now, don't wander around."

"Huh? Why?" Ye Shuangjiang exclaimed: "Strategist sister, I finally found you—why are you trying to send me away?!"

"No, I'm not sending you away—I'm telling you a fact," the strategist said, her face solemn: "We're about to face a brutal battle. It's serious. You should temporarily retreat—or return to Sichuan."

"I understand, Strategist sister," Ye Shuangjiang seemed to grasp it, sighed softly, and said: "I'll stay quietly on Ye Pu Island until you return safely."

The strategist nodded, then ended the call.

Ximen Wudi stared at the strategist, lips parted but silent.

"Are you very concerned about her?" the strategist asked.

Ximen Wudi coughed awkwardly twice, then nodded: "To be precise… I'm worried."

"Rest assured, I won't let you and Ye Shuangjiang fall into a desperate situation." The military advisor's expression was faint.

What flowed out from her voice was infinite resolve and determination!

At this time, Ximen Wudi had not yet experienced it. When he truly came to appreciate the military advisor's resolve, he would sigh with deep emotion, tears scattering across the sky!

"I hope such a thing never happens again." Ximen Wudi closed his eyes and said.

His fists were clenched tight, the knuckles faintly flushed red — clearly, his heart was extremely unquiet.

This young Sun God had never, in his entire life, experienced such a tragic event.

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Sato lay on the beach, his whole body aching unbearably.

"That bastard." He gasped for breath, spat out the words through gritted teeth, then clenched his jaw, endured the pain, dragged himself up, and ran off in the opposite direction!

In this Sato's view, Ximen Wudi definitely wouldn't give up on that truck! He would keep driving south!

However, just as Sato had taken his first step, his pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints!

Because… a blade had already pierced through Sato's chest!

"How could it be you…"

Sato turned his face with great difficulty, and just happened to see Ximen Wudi's cold, indifferent gaze!

Ximen Wudi pulled out the long blade, and blood gushed forth!

Sato's eyeballs instantly lost focus, he fell flat on his back, twitched a few times, and then completely stopped breathing.

This so-called Wolf of the Dark Night, from beginning to end, had never even managed to see clearly how Ximen Wudi had circled behind him to launch his ambush!

Ximen Wudi tossed the long blade aside to be rinsed clean by the seawater, then looked at the corpse and sneered mockingly: "Just a lapdog of the Temple of Death — not even worth a thousand bucks — and you dare tail me?"

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"Young Lady, do you really not need to have your wound checked?" At this moment, a female bodyguard said.

She was the military advisor's personal bodyguard, responsible for protecting Ximen Wudi's personal safety.

"No need." The military advisor gazed at the azure ocean outside the window and said: "This way, the pressure on Ximen Wudi can be a little lighter too."

As she said this, the look in her eyes softened considerably.

In fact, in the past, upon the surface of this stretch of sea, there had been many, many stories.

For instance, Ximen Wudi and the military advisor had once been trapped by a fishing boat; for instance, beneath the sea, the military advisor had nearly perished in a crocodile's belly; for instance, she had once been forced by a shark to leap off a cliff; for instance…

Many, many more.