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Lin Zhuang took a few steps forward, his stride firm and powerful, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly, showcasing the strength contained within his robust frame.
He approached Hei Yu and effortlessly lifted the nearby safe as if it were a lightweight toy, then set it down with a thud in front of Hei Yu.
Inside the safe lay neatly arranged five million dollars, stacks of green bills emanating an enticing glow. This was the final payment for their transaction and a crucial part of the agreement they had reached with Hei Yu.
Hei Yu merely cast a fleeting glance at the safe filled with cash, his eyes betraying no emotion, as if it were nothing more than a pile of worthless paper.
He slightly raised his head, his voice emerging from behind his mask, tinged with curiosity. "Why are there only the two of you? I recall there was a little fellow in a black robe last time; why isn't he here?" Hei Yu's deep, hoarse voice echoed like an ancient bell ringing in an empty church, sending chills down one's spine.
Zhu Ye Qing and Lin Zhuang exchanged a glance, a hint of barely perceptible tension flickering in their eyes.
Zhu Ye Qing lowered his head slightly, a complex expression flashing in his eyes as he coldly replied, "He's been unwell these past few days and couldn't make it today. Do you have business with him?"
Though Zhu Ye Qing's tone was icy, there was an undertone of concealment, like a startled fox trying to mask its unease with lies.
Hei Yu gently shook his head; his movement was subtle yet carried an undeniable authority. "I don't have any business with him; I'm just curious. After all, your actions now hardly seem friendly."
As soon as he finished speaking, the air behind Zhu Ye Qing and Lin Zhuang began to ripple slightly, a powerful force of Psychic Ability gathering silently behind them.
Around their palms, waves of Psychic Ability light began to coalesce slowly, shimmering with strange colors like brilliant auroras blooming in the night sky.
Their gazes sharpened intensely, fixated on Hei Yu as their bodies leaned slightly forward, ready to counterattack at any moment.
Every muscle tensed as if they were leopards poised to spring into action at the slightest hint of danger.
Yet Hei Yu smiled nonchalantly, the smile barely visible beneath his mask like a ghostly apparition emerging from the darkness.
In a corner unseen by them, a flicker of disdain crossed Hei Yu's eyes. "You should back down; you have no chance of winning against me."
Lin Zhuang also smiled, though his smile bore traces of bitterness—like the last wildflower blooming in despair, filled with tragic hues.
He gritted his teeth and said, "We don't want to fight you, but at the very least, we need the ability to protect ourselves."
Zhu Ye Qing echoed, "We have no intention of arguing with you, but we must be able to leave here alive."
Upon hearing this, Hei Yu's lips curled into a subtle smile, one that held deep meaning. Then, his body began to undergo a remarkable transformation.
In the next moment, his form gradually became transparent, like melting ice, and then he transformed into a stream of water. The water seemed to come alive, twisting and swirling in the air as it flowed away into the distance, resembling a graceful water serpent weaving through the darkness, slowly disappearing from the sight of the two.
Hei Yu's deep voice echoed in the air, "Don't worry, it’s not me who will act against you; there are others."
As his voice faded further away until it completely vanished, only Zhu Ye Qing and Lin Zhuang remained standing in place, gazing in the direction where Hei Yu had disappeared, their hearts filled with mixed emotions.
With Hei Yu's departure, the surrounding air seemed to lighten a bit. Once they could no longer sense Hei Yu's Psychic Ability fluctuations, Lin Zhuang and Zhu Ye Qing began to slowly retract their gathered Psychic Ability light waves.
The light waves dissipated in their hands like receding tides, restoring calmness.
Zhu Ye Qing furrowed his brow as he looked at the money lying on the ground, confusion evident in his eyes. "Why did he leave? He didn’t even take the money."
His gaze held a hint of bewilderment; the safe filled with dollars appeared even more mysterious to him now, as if it concealed a huge secret.
Lin Zhuang shook his head in confusion and said, "I don’t understand. Does he not care for this money? But why did he agree to this deal?"
Lin Zhuang was also filled with questions; from the very beginning, this transaction had been strange, and now Hei Yu's actions left them utterly perplexed.
Just as they were lost in their thoughts, a shadow suddenly appeared behind them.
The shadow seemed like a ghost emerging from the depths of hell, silently approaching them with an eerie presence.
The shadow moved with incredible speed, like a bolt of black lightning, instantly reaching behind them.
Reacting on instinct, Lin Zhuang and Zhu Ye Qing did not hesitate for a moment. They immediately extended their arms and struck backward with all their strength.
Their arms cut through the air with a whistling sound, like two sturdy iron rods swinging back with enough force to shatter boulders.
"Ah, it hurts!" A familiar voice cried out, accompanied by a pained shout.
It was Peter, who immediately covered his eyes with his hands, which he usually kept tucked inside his cloak. He curled up like a wounded hedgehog and then squatted down with a thud. "It hurts so much, Brother, Second Brother, what are you doing?"
Peter's voice was laced with tears, and the mysterious and eerie image of a vampire vanished in that moment, leaving only endless grievance and pain.
Zhu Ye Qing and Lin Zhuang were startled by the sound. They quickly turned around to find they had accidentally injured an ally.
Peter was clad in the classic black cloak of a vampire, which lay in disarray around him as he squatted down.
If it weren't for his current disheveled appearance, he would have perfectly blended into the role of a vampire from a European horror novel.
But now, he was on the ground, covering his eyes with a pained expression, creating a scene that looked utterly ridiculous—like a farce suddenly unfolding in the midst of this tense atmosphere.
Zhu Ye Qing and Lin Zhuang rushed over with guilt written all over their faces and helped him up. Lin Zhuang reproached him somewhat, saying, "Didn’t we tell you to hide? Why did you come out?"
Though his tone carried a hint of blame, it was filled more with concern for Peter, his eyes reflecting self-reproach and worry.
The two had always been most protective of their third brother, keeping him safe behind them.
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