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"Boom!"
With a deafening roar, the van erupted into a ball of flames, and Xiao Yefeng was propelled forward by the shockwave. His bicycle slid down the slope he had just descended, while a piece of metal from the van hurtled towards him, following closely behind as he raced down the incline.
Sensing the imminent danger behind him, Xiao Yefeng considered jumping off to evade it. However, his quick-thinking mind realized that leaping from the vehicle would only result in being struck by the metal. After contemplating various options, he found himself without anything to shield himself with.
At that moment, Xiao Yefeng understood that the ominous fortune he had felt that morning was manifesting now, rather than being related to Vulture's assassination attempt. Just as despair washed over him, the old van finally fell apart. The front wheel rolled away in his astonished gaze, and without support, the unicycle flung Xiao Yefeng off. In that split second of being thrown, the metal piece grazed his back as he tumbled onto the grassy roadside.
As Xiao Yefeng stood up and spat out some grass leaves, he looked at the wreckage of the van and the scattered remnants of the old vehicle. He couldn't help but feel astonished—was his release from prison truly worth it? Having just arrived in Hangzhou, how could he already be facing such life-and-death trials? Was it really true that studying Feng Shui Techniques would lead to endless calamities like his father’s fate, marked by five flaws and three deficiencies?
If that were indeed the case, then he had already accumulated more flaws than his father. As he crawled out of the grass ditch, he reflected on what those five flaws meant: loneliness, widowhood, isolation, and disability; while the three deficiencies referred to wealth, life, and power.
Having lost all his relatives in childhood meant he had already claimed loneliness. His family's constitution dictated a short lifespan; thus, he was also destined for an early death. The lack of power was evident as well. Finally, after saving money for so many years, he had spent it all in an instant. In this way, he had claimed one flaw of loneliness and fully occupied all three deficiencies regarding wealth, life, and power. How could he still find himself in such peril?
Confused and with no one to turn to for answers, Xiao Yefeng recalled Mei Yulou's high regard for Lu Zhan. According to Mei Yulou's words, Lu Zhan should be a fellow practitioner of Feng Shui Techniques like himself. He thought it might be worthwhile to seek guidance from this slightly older young master.
However, just as Xiao Yefeng intended to investigate the exploded van further, a gunshot caught his attention. The subsequent screams of girls made it clear that the gunfire was not aimed at him. Although Xiao Yefeng had blood on his hands in the past, he was fundamentally a good-hearted young man. Hearing cries for help spurred him into action; he picked up a piece of debris from the old bicycle frame and cautiously moved toward the sound of gunfire.
The shots rang out about two hundred meters ahead of him in a wooded area. Under the cover of nightfall, visibility was poor; thus, Xiao Yefeng proceeded with caution. After all, his adversaries were armed and he had no idea how many there were.
As he ran through the trees holding onto the iron pipe, three more gunshots echoed through the forest along with continuous screams that sounded like wailing spirits. He heard rustling sounds among the foliage—clearly two people were fleeing directly toward his position.
Suddenly, branches snapped as two girls stumbled over tree roots just four or five meters away from him. They were finally caught by a group pursuing them from behind. Hidden behind a tree, Xiao Yefeng observed that there were seven pursuers in total. From their movements, it was evident they were ordinary people rather than retired soldiers; their actions were rough and lacked any semblance of discipline.
However, the troubling aspect was that all seven men were armed, leaving Xiao Yefeng in a passive position. Yet, he was not without options; after all, he was currently in the shadows, and with a well-timed ambush, he could still save the two girls.
"Wolf Brother, are we capturing them alive or going straight to it?" one of the men asked.
Another man, holding a gun aimed at the Two Goddesses, replied, "If Young Master can capture them alive, then we should. These two ladies? Heh heh heh! Let's have some fun first!"
With that, the man known as Wolf Brother actually held his gun in one hand and began to unbuckle his belt with the other. Meanwhile, the remaining six men wore malicious smiles as they each started to undo their belts. The two girls trapped in the middle were already terrified, their whimpering cries offering no way to confront such a dire situation.
At that moment, Xiao Yefeng gritted his teeth and thought to himself: Why is it that every country has these kinds of bullies who prey on the weak? How can they still call themselves men while acting so cowardly?
Indeed, Xiao Yefeng had killed many people before—men and women alike, young and old. However, those who died at his hands were all struck down in a single blow unless absolutely necessary otherwise. He did not enjoy torturing others, nor did he tolerate men who bullied the weak. What he despised even more were those who would defile women.
"You beasts! You will all die a terrible death! Wuwu~" One of the girls cried out in despair. Among them, one girl seemed stronger than the other; at least she could muster the courage to shout a few curses.
In response to her words came the lustful laughter of the seven men. Wolf Brother revealed a cruel smile and said, "Of course we won't die well, but you won't get to see it. And before you die, you'll be toyed with by us beasts! Hahaha! Brothers, I’ll take care of this loudmouth; you can do whatever you want with the other fool!"
With that declaration, Wolf Brother transformed into a beast driven by desire and lunged at the girl who had just spoken. In her despair, she tightly shut her eyes while the other girl had already fainted from fear.
"Smack!"
The heavy weight of a man pressed down on her. At this moment, Han Juan felt utterly hopeless; her mind raced with thoughts of the man about to tear her clothes apart. She couldn't bear to imagine what would happen next and had already prepared herself to bite her tongue and end it all when he ripped her garments apart. However, the man on top of her did not move.
This left Han Juan puzzled; she even felt warm liquid dripping onto her face and neck. Terrified to open her eyes for fear of seeing something she shouldn’t, she noticed that the warm liquid continued to fall—what started as a steady drip soon became splashes. It was only when she calmed down slightly that Han Juan realized this liquid was not what she had imagined.
A familiar scent of blood filled the air. At that moment, Han Juan opened her eyes to find the man who had just lunged at her pressing down on her. A long metal rod was thrust straight through his throat, and blood dripped from it.
"Ah!" Han Juan's scream pierced the night sky. As she struggled to push the dead weight off her, she noticed that everyone who had surrounded her was now lying on the ground, all six of them with their throats pierced by similar rods. Panic surged through her as she thought of her friend. Spotting Lily motionless on the ground, Han Juan quickly crouched down to check on her and breathed a sigh of relief upon realizing that Lily had merely fainted.
The rustling of leaves made Han Juan jump, her heart racing as she shouted, "Who’s there?"
When she focused her gaze, she saw a man she had never met before sitting on the chest of the last fallen man. The stranger held a hollow iron pipe that was embedded in the dead man's body, having struck directly at his heart—there was no chance of survival. He glanced at Han Juan and instinctively made a diagnosis.
"W-who are you?" Han Juan stammered, trembling as she looked at Xiao Yefeng.
"Beautiful lady, can’t you tell? If it weren't for me, you would have been dead at the hands of the Underworld," Xiao Yefeng replied with a shrug, feigning nonchalance.
"Wow..."
At that moment, Xiao Yefeng was completely taken aback. The girl lost all composure upon realizing that everyone who had been chasing her was dead. She broke down in tears, and this outburst left Xiao Yefeng at a loss for words. In his twenty years of life, he had never encountered such a situation. Most of the women he interacted with were incredibly strong—like his teammate, who could even eat a skunk raw.
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