Three in the morning.
The night in Beijing was even colder.
It was bone chilling, the cold wind was like knives.
He Zhu Guo had already traversed the streets and alleys for two hours, the bleeding on his chest had already stopped. But his hands were also cold and stiff from the gusts of cold wind.
Originally, according to his forced physique, even in the dead of winter, it would be difficult for him to be frozen so badly. But after losing so much blood, his stamina was dropping, even at the end of August, he could not take it. It was as if his blood was frozen. Breathing heavily.
Thump thump thump.
He Zhu Guo ran intensely, finally, when his stamina was completely exhausted, he reached Shang clan's door for the fourth time.
The gatehouse wasn't grand. It was just an ordinary family's door. He only needed to kick it open with one foot. At the same time, he could use his last bit of energy to jump in from the two meter tall wall.
In terms of movement, it was not hard for He Zhu Guo to enter Shang clan. But mentally, this was already his fourth time at Shang clan's door. But he was still hesitating outside, not daring to enter.
Enter?
It could save his life, but it would expose Shang Jingtian's identity.
Not enter?
He would definitely not live past tonight.
He finally understood, Xiao Zheng was indeed a madman. He could have killed him earlier, but Xiao Zheng kept him alive, forcing him to run, forcing him to escape. It was all for the sake of having him rely on the backer behind him. To lure out the true mastermind.
So what if he found him?
Would he still have the guts to barge into Shang clan?
Shaking his head, He Zhu Guo, whose mind was becoming hazy, did not have the energy to think about those unrelated topics. Right now, the only thing he needed to consider was whether to enter or not. After entering, how would he explain. If he did not enter, would he be able to live?
Finally. When He Zhu Guo realized that he did not have the energy to continue running, and could not avoid Xiao Zheng, he decisively chose to open Shang clan's door.
He knew, at this moment, the only person who could save him was Shang Jingtian. No one else.
Even when he wanted to rush into the police station an hour ago, the surging killing intent behind him warned him that he couldn't go to the police station. The police can't protect you either.
Creak.
He Zhuguo finally pushed open the door and stepped out with his legs that felt like they were filled with lead. Swallowing a mouthful of bitter saliva, he walked towards the Shang clan.
"Game over."
Suddenly.
Just as He Zhu Guo was about to step into Shang clan's door, a black figure suddenly appeared in front of the empty door. And a blood-stained blade.
He Zhu Guo's heart twitched. He wanted to charge forward, he wanted to rush to Shang Jingtian's side. He asked the Lord of Yan Jing to protect him and save his life.
But he had no chance.
Xiao Zheng said that the game was over. This game of cat and mouse had finally come to an end.
A few hours ago, Xiao Zheng had enough opportunity to make He Zhu Guo's corpse lie on the street. The reason why he didn't do so was not because he was soft-hearted, but because he wanted to find out who was behind He Zhu Guo.
Who was it?
Just like when Siyan was assassinated, he had considered countless people behind the scenes. This time, he didn't come to a conclusion easily, he wanted He Zhu Guo to give him a precise answer.
Now, the answer had appeared.
He Zhu Guo had no reason to continue living.
Violence was the way to solve problems. Killing was the goal.
Xiao Zheng could no longer suppress the violent flames in his body. He had held it in for too long, he had endured for too long. Tonight, he didn't want to endure anymore.
Tonight, he wanted to sacrifice his blood to the blade!
Puchi!
The blade flashed. He Zhu Guo only felt his eyes light up, following which, an icy coldness surged up his throat and spread to his heart.
Hiss.
Hiss.
He Zhu Guo heard the clear sound of blood spurting out. There was even a warm and sticky feeling on his chin. His pupils constricted, he didn't need to guess to know what Xiao Zheng did to him.
A few seconds later, He Zhu Guo, who couldn't breathe, covered his throat that kept spurting out blood, he bent down inch by inch until half of his body was against the wall.
Thump thump.
Xiao Zheng walked into Shang clan, passing by He Zhu Guo. Before He Zhu Guo closed his eyes, he passed through the garden and entered the main building of Shang clan. The first floor of the brightly lit villa.
"Ugh …"
He Zhu Guo finally breathed his last, his entire body fell into a pool of blood, he closed his eyes in despair and unwillingness. It was a tragedy.
…
Shang clan was really not big. Of course, the villa that Lu Dashan lived in was also a very ordinary villa. But the difference was that Lu Dashan was hiding his identity, deceiving his slightly simple-minded daughter. But what about Shang Jingtian?
As the most talented and bold person in Hua Xia, why did he live in such a small villa?
Was it because of his eternal second place ranking, he didn't like to be in the limelight, and used the golden mean to the extreme?
Xiao Zheng didn't have the mood to think about these pointless questions, he only kept his blade and stood in the middle of the living room, looking around. After confirming that no one was around, he walked up to the second floor.
Xiao Zheng was definitely the first person in history to intrude into Shang Jingtian's private place in the middle of the night, even the most famous person in Beijing wouldn't do such an abrupt and radical thing.
But Xiao Zheng did it.
And he calmly walked up to the second floor, towards the only study room that had light on and sound.
When he reached the door, Xiao Zheng raised his hand and knocked on the door with an indifferent expression.
And inside the room, there was a tacit understanding when he knocked for the first time.
"Come in."
Creak.
Xiao Zheng opened the door and calmly walked into the study room.
The room was brightly lit, behind the table sat a middle-aged man that he had never seen before, but he could guess his identity with just one look. He was different from Lu Dashan, Lin Chaotian, and Bai Wuxia. He was easy-going, calm, and didn't even have the slightest arrogance. Even Bai Wuxia, who was the most amiable person, didn't completely disappear from him.
Xiao Zheng stood in front of the table, staring indifferently at Shang Jingtian who was sitting on the chair. He didn't move.
On the other hand, after Shang Jingtian raised his head and glanced at Xiao Zheng, who had a bone-chilling expression, he didn't shout to catch the assassin, nor did he slam the table and stand up to question why he came here in the middle of the night.
A tactful smile appeared on his face, and he said, "Tea or coffee?"
A person who wanted to kill you could still calmly ask you if you wanted tea or coffee when you had something on him and came to denounce him for his crimes. Even if Xiao Zheng didn't know much about Shang Jingtian, he could tell that this person was very shrewd.
Of course, this time, Xiao Zheng had a more important purpose for coming here.
Clang!
A cold light flashed, Xiao Zheng pulled out the blade and walked towards Shang Jingtian step by step. "You're welcome. I'll leave after I kill you. "
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