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Chapter 244 Everyone is waiting for a warrior

Jiangdong CBD, Jinlu Group Building.

The glass curtain wall on the exterior shines brightly in the sun, highlighting the unique majesty of this commercial landmark.

Inside the building, in the president's office on the top floor.

Lu Yongquan was wearing a neat suit and standing upright by the window.

With his hands casually placed in his trouser pockets, he looked out over the city at sunset.

The street below my feet has entered the rush hour after get off work, and vehicles are rushing like a tide.

His eyes were stern and his brows were slightly furrowed from time to time, revealing his solemn inner feelings.

Suddenly, a "ding" sound was heard in the quiet air.

A crisp electronic sound came into my ears.

Lu Yongquan immediately turned his head and looked sideways with a look of vigilance.

Behind him, the shelf filled with precious porcelain vases and antiques, which was usually used as decoration, slowly cracked in the middle, revealing a hidden door.

As the door gradually opened, strands of faint green light seeped out, adding a touch of mystery to this luxurious office.

Then, four people in black robes filed out.

The old man in the lead was thin, and his black robe was loose on his body, but it twisted in the wind strangely, as if it had life.

The three people following behind him moved in unison, as if they were being pulled by an invisible thread.

Their faces were completely hidden in the hoods, and their black robes swayed slightly as they walked, without making any sound.

There was a chilling aura of death all around him, as if he was a ghost from another dimension.

"Second uncle."

Lu Yongquan's eyes froze for a moment, then he regained his composure. He walked quickly forward, his tone filled with concern:

"You don't have to take the risk yourself. I have arranged enough manpower at the manor, and the plan is rigorous and thorough to ensure that nothing goes wrong..."

The black-robed old man in the lead raised his head, revealing a face weathered by the vicissitudes of life.

This person is none other than Lu Shihua, the second elder of the Lu family who has been in seclusion for many years and is not well known to outsiders.

He stared at Lu Yongquan deeply, his voice a little hoarse:

"Yongquan, you have to remember that there is no such thing as a foolproof plan in this world. Plans can never keep up with changes, and there will always be variables that you can't imagine."

"But……"

Lu Yongquan spoke anxiously.

He had just uttered two words when Lu Shihua interrupted him by waving his hand.

"I saw the photos you sent me last time. Some of them are lamas from the Black Cult. The one standing behind them is my old rival."

Lu Shihua narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

"Back then, I fought him to the death. I didn't expect that after so many years, he would find an opportunity to disrupt the situation. So this time, I must be present at the scene in person to ensure that our Lu family will not capsize in the gutter."

Lu Yongquan frowned, his eyes still showing reluctance:

"Then let me go. I have already mastered all the secrets you taught me."

As he spoke, his eyes swept behind Lu Shihua, to see three other men in black robes with their faces covered by hoods.

Then, he said in a more resolute tone:
"Uncle, I know the difficulties our family is facing better than anyone else. I endure torture and train hard every day so that I can take on the responsibility one day, instead of hiding behind you and just being a spectator."

When Lu Shihua heard this, a trace of relief flashed in his eyes:
"Yongquan, it's enough that you have this heart."

Then he changed the subject and his expression became serious.

"But right now your father is seriously ill, and you are the eldest son of the Lu family. You are responsible for the safety of the entire family. If anything goes wrong again, the entire Lu family will be in chaos."

As if thinking of his other useless nephews and nieces, Lu Shihua's eyes were full of helplessness and regret, and he sighed softly.

As he spoke, he took a step forward, placed his hands heavily on Lu Yongquan's shoulders, and stared at the most outstanding descendant of the Lu family with burning eyes.

"We are now walking on the cusp of a storm. If we take a wrong step, we will lose everything. We must act with careful consideration and caution so that our family business can be better protected."

"Only if you stay alive and in control of the overall situation can you stabilize the crumbling Lu family. This is your responsibility and the hope of the family. Do you understand?"

Listening to his second uncle's high hopes for entrustment, Lu Yongquan pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment.

He thought of the exclusion and suppression the Lu family had suffered recently, in both the political and business circles, being besieged by a group of upstarts like hungry wolves.

As for his brothers, either they were addicted to fun or had mediocre talents. None of them could be relied upon.

The once great family with a history of thousands of years is now in a difficult situation and has almost become a second-rate family, almost being forgotten in the corner.

The root cause lies in the continuous decline of the family's inherited secrets, which has led to the demise of elite members and a lack of population, and the family is no longer as prosperous as it used to be.

The two stood side by side, looking at the bustling city scene outside the window.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the glass, casting a blurry orange color, stretching the figure out diagonally.

"The space of the inheritance secret realm has become smaller these days. If our Lu family doesn't fight hard, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold on for long."

Lu Shihua's voice was low, revealing a strong sense of unwillingness:
"Since God has given us an opportunity to turn the tide, we must not let it go."

"Tonight's action is not only for your father, but also for the glory of our family for hundreds of years to come. Success or failure depends on this one move. If necessary, we will pay any price!"

As he spoke, Lu Shihua turned around and stared at his nephew with sharp eyes.

"Uncle, I understand!"

Lu Yongquan straightened his chest and replied in a resounding voice:
"I will stay at the headquarters, keep an eye on the movements of each family, provide necessary intelligence support, coordinate resources from all parties, ensure the stability within the family, and never let you have any worries. Just give it a try, and leave the rear of the family to me!"

Hearing this, Lu Shihua nodded with satisfaction:
"Okay, I feel relieved with your words. Our Lu family will definitely get out of this predicament and regain its former glory!"

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Night falls quietly, as deep as the tide.

The mist in the mountains seemed to come alive, rising from the ground in wisps.

At first there were only a few thin strands, but in a blink of an eye they intertwined and entangled with each other, becoming thick.

The mist swirled and passed through the trees, blurring the outlines of the trunks and making the originally tall pines and cypresses look shadowy.

In this ocean of fog, a manor stands in the darkness like an isolated island.

The iron gate was tightly closed, with strange patterns carved on top, like some ancient totem.

It is surrounded by high walls, and various infrared sensing devices and surveillance cameras are distributed in an orderly manner.

They are like a pair of vigilant eyes, always monitoring the movements around them.

Inside the area, two high-power xenon lamps were hung high, scanning the forest.

Under the light, the surrounding fog formed two huge white light balls, making it impossible to see the real scene inside the manor.

Many fully armed guards wearing masks and holding guns appeared and disappeared from time to time.

They marched in neat and steady steps, patrolling every corner of the manor.

It seems as if there is some priceless treasure hidden here, which requires such strict protection measures.

Deep in the dense forest, it is unusually quiet.

Pairs of eyes flickered faintly in the darkness, staring at the brightly lit luxurious manor not far away.

It was as if a wild beast was spying on its prey, lying in wait silently.

Occasionally, the cry of a night owl pierced the night sky. The shrill sound echoed in the forest for a long time, adding a bit of eerie atmosphere.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The night was getting darker and darker, and the fog was so thick that it seemed to swallow people completely.

"Grandma's!"

A bald guy hiding behind the bushes couldn't hold it in any longer, so he lowered his voice and cursed.

He was wearing a devil-like mask on his face, so his features could not be seen clearly, and his tone was full of impatience:

"It's almost ten o'clock. Why are you all like turtles, not moving at all?"

Next to him, there was a smaller bald boy who was also wearing a mask and huddled up, mumbling:

"Luckily it's not summer, otherwise I would have been bitten by mosquitoes all over my head."

As he spoke, he scratched his neck nervously, as if a bug was crawling into his collar.

From the slightly childish voice, I could tell it was Xiaobei.

There was a group of people around them wearing black clothes, shaved heads, and wearing hideous masks on their faces.

It was Heilang, Bao Ye, Er, San, and Fang Cheng.

They cleverly used trees or earth slopes to hide themselves from the searchlight beams that swept across from time to time, and their figures blended into the surrounding darkness.

If you don't look carefully, it's hard to find any trace of its existence.

Master Bao chuckled and whispered:

"Stop complaining. Those guys are just waiting for someone else to take the lead."

When everyone heard this, they all felt sad.

After several tentative attacks some time ago, everyone has learned their lesson.

No one of us is a fool, so why should we foolishly run away to be cannon fodder, charge into battle, and make wedding dresses for others.

The story of the fisherman benefiting from the quarrel between the snipe and the clam is well known even to primary school students.

How could those who have been in the world of martial arts not understand the truth?

To put it bluntly, the current stalemate is a test of patience, to see who can afford to wait.

Black Wolf then spoke in a deep voice to calm the team members:

"Let's wait. I don't believe those people can endure it. At worst, we can just wait until tomorrow morning when the auctioneers come and we can go our separate ways."

Everyone whispered to each other, feeling anxious and helpless. They could only wait for something to happen.

Fang Cheng's eyes were bright as he stared motionlessly in the direction of the manor, thinking of various countermeasures in his mind.

An extremely rich smell of curry came uninvited and penetrated into my nostrils.

That was emanating from Asan who was hiding nearby.

He was muttering something as if he was praying, and from time to time he raised his hand to touch his newly shaved head.

Apparently, he was not used to this abrupt bald look, and he felt awkward all over.

Fang Cheng glanced at him, frowned slightly, and moved slightly to the side.

There's nothing I can do about it, the curry smell is just too strong.

What's more, my nose is very sensitive. If I can't help but sneeze, my tracks will be exposed.

After calming himself down a bit, Fang Cheng continued to look towards the manor.

He took a deep breath, concentrated his energy, and turned up the Hawkeye visual effects to the maximum.

Even with the heavy fog and darkness blocking the view, as well as the dazzling searchlights, everything in the manor could still be seen clearly.

Fang Cheng carefully observed the number of guards and patrol patterns, analyzing and capturing defensive loopholes that could be exploited.

Before that, everyone went to the barber shop in town to get a "hairstyle makeover".

Then he drove the van to the edge of a nearby village, waited until dark, and sneaked into the misty mountains.

He had originally planned to use the cover of night to seize the right moment to sneak into the manor and seize the target treasure.

of course.

This so-called "opportunity" refers to waiting for other teams to engage in a firefight with the guards, and then they take advantage of the chaos to fish in troubled waters and increase the chances of success of the operation.

However, the situation does not seem to be developing in the expected direction.

The group has been hiding until now, but has not yet heard the long-awaited gunshots.

There was deathly silence all around.

It seemed that in this foggy forest, apart from a few people in their team, there were actually no other "visitors".

However, Fang Cheng could clearly sense the unusual movements around him.

Within a few hundred meters to his left and right, there were at least two other teams hiding, and he could even hear faint voices and breathing.

Fang Cheng frowned slightly and thought secretly.

Since those guys are cowards, hiding in the dark, no one wants to show up first.

Maybe I could sneak up to the wall first, throw a big firecracker, and make a big noise.

Let those guys who are keeping their troops inactive think that something is happening. After luring them out of their holes, use your extraordinary speed to escape from the scene, and let them open fire and fight.

If there is no conflict, then create one. In this way, won’t the deadlock be broken?
After thinking about it, Fang Cheng shook his head slightly and temporarily put aside this risky idea.

Let's wait and see, maybe a turning point will come soon.

You won't get what you want if you're impatient. The best strategy is to proceed step by step.

Speaking of which, among all those who have the same purpose and covet the Golden Benba Bottle, I am the one who can afford it the most and is the most open-minded.

Time passed slowly in the darkness, as if every second was stretched several times.

The thick fog spread silently among the mountains and forests like a big net.

The strands of moisture interweave and entangle with each other, bringing waves of moisture, making people's skin truly feel the stickiness and coldness.

Everything around was shrouded in fog, and visibility became increasingly reduced.

This Misty Mountain is indeed worthy of its reputation. If an ordinary person rashly enters, he will probably get lost in a moment.

The figures of teammates, who were originally close at hand, were looming in the haze, adding a bit of tension and uneasiness.

Only the lights in the manor were on all night, hurting people's eyes.

It seems to be declaring its majesty and inviolability to the outside world, and it also seems to be provoking all visitors with ill intentions.

Not only Fang Cheng and Black Wolf's team, but other teams that are hiding their tracks are waiting for an opportunity that may appear at an unknown time, waiting for a "warrior" to show up.

Everyone knows that rash action will only expose oneself and become the target of public criticism.

So I could only suppress the impulse in my heart and suffer in this damp and cold fog and long dark night.

I don’t know how much time had passed, maybe some people were about to doze off.

Suddenly, a voice abruptly reached the ears of everyone hiding in the woods.

"Good evening, my friends. Excuse me."

(End of this chapter)