Chapter 134: A Despairing Message!

"Sister Xiao!"

Chen Feng dashed over to Xiao Yu's side in a flash. Xiao Yu was deathly pale, and an icy aura radiated from her body. Chen Feng scooped her up, and the moment his hands touched her, he felt a biting chill. He was slightly startled; it felt as though he were holding a massive block of ice rather than a person.

"Sister Xiao!" Chen Feng called out again. He pressed his palms against her back, channeling his internal energy rapidly into her body.

Nourished by this rush of heat, Xiao Yu opened her eyes slightly and whispered in a dry, raspy voice, "Chen... Chen Feng!"

"Sister Xiao, are you alright?" Chen Feng held her tightly, increasing the flow of his energy. He felt seven parts astonished and three parts confused. Logically, since the system could not detect Xiao Yu's secrets, her strength should have been formidable. Yet, the reality before him was the opposite—she appeared incredibly fragile.

"I..." Xiao Yu’s voice trembled. Her hands gripped his neck tightly as she whispered weakly, "Go... go to my room. There... there is something of mine there!"

Chen Feng carried her quickly into her room, which was sparsely furnished. Under her direction, he swiftly found a medicine bottle in a drawer and fed her a pill.

Xiao Yu’s complexion regained a hint of color, though she remained deathly weak. Chen Feng held her close, whispering, "Sister Xiao, are you okay?"

As he spoke, he never ceased the flow of his internal energy, fearing that even a moment's hesitation might cause her to perish.

"I... I'm fine!" Xiao Yu said, forcing herself to take out her phone and dial a number. Her voice trembling, she said, "There are two corpses in Chen Feng's room. You... handle them."

Having said this, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and the phone slipped limply onto the bed.

"Sister Xiao!" Chen Feng instinctively pulled her tighter, his internal energy surging into her body to help her resist the terrifying cold. He truly could not understand why her body was this cold; it was as if he were holding ice. Had his energy not been of the Yang attribute, her body temperature might have been even lower.

In contrast, Xiao Yu felt incredibly comfortable. As Chen Feng's energy coursed through her, she felt as if she were soaking in hot water—a sensation she had never experienced before.

It was blissful. She felt an overwhelming sense of comfort.

Her face flushed a deep, shy red, and a hint of longing flickered in her eyes. This transformation caused Chen Feng to shudder, and his own body reacted instantly, eager to engage in a fierce battle with her.

Just then, an icy chill erupted from Xiao Yu. Chen Feng was shocked to feel a terrifying suction force emanate from her, forcefully drawing all of his internal energy into her body.

As his energy was drained at high speed, Chen Feng’s entire body grew scorching hot. Xiao Yu, as if guided by some external force, flipped over and pinned him onto the bed.

*Rrrrrip!* His clothes were torn to shreds.

"Mmph!"

Before Chen Feng could react, Xiao Yu sealed his lips with hers, her body instinctively rubbing against his. He tried to struggle, only to realize with dismay that he could not; Xiao Yu's strength was overwhelming.

Her cool, supple skin felt like fine jade. Her nimble tongue darted into his mouth, demanding more. Chen Feng felt his internal energy being rapidly devoured, yet his body was flooded with an indescribable pleasure. His hands began to wander across her alluring frame of their own accord...

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Imperial Entertainment Club.

It was already two in the morning.

Wang Yang and Liu Shihui were still staring at each other. Liu Shihui’s face showed growing agitation. He looked up at Wang Yang and asked, "Mr. Wang, can those two really kill Xiao Yu?"

Watching Liu Shihui’s anxious expression, a flicker of unease crossed Wang Yang’s heart.

Under normal circumstances, the two should have finished the job and reported back by now. Why had they not contacted him? This was not what he had expected.

However, Wang Yang was not overly worried. He knew the strength of Luo Beihan and Gu He—both were high-level martial artists, masters of coordination, and unrivaled among their peers. To defeat them, one would need at least four high-level martial artists or a master of Dan-grade internal energy.

Although Xiao Yu was wealthy, her bodyguards were unlikely to be martial artists, let alone high-level ones.

Wang Yang narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "Don't be impatient. Let's wait a bit longer."

Liu Shihui took a sip of tea, but his face remained etched with anxiety. Another hour passed, and Wang Yang could no longer sit still. He took out his phone and made a call.

"I'm sorry, the number you have dialed is powered off. Please try again later."

The sweet voice of the automated operator echoed, and Wang Yang's expression darkened. At that moment, he felt an 80 percent chance that Luo Beihan and Gu He were dead. They had never failed to check in during a mission before.

Dead?

A shiver ran down Wang Yang's spine, though his face remained composed. "It seems they haven't started yet," he said coldly.

Liu Shihui couldn't help but interject, "Mr. Wang, do you think Xiao Yu has high-level martial artists by her side? Otherwise, how could they..."

Wang Yang glanced at him and said slowly, "Let's just wait."

They waited until dawn, but there was still no word. As time passed, Liu Shihui’s initial hope eroded, turning into disappointment and then despair.

The two men did not return, but Wang Yang's scout did.

"Mr. Wang!" the man reported quickly. "I checked. Not long ago, two bodies were removed from Xiao Yu's villa and sent to the crematorium. They were burned overnight!"

"What!" Wang Yang stood up, shouting, "Are you sure it was two people?"

"Yes!" the man replied. "I asked the crematorium staff. It was indeed two people. They... they are very likely Luo Beihan and Gu He. They might really be dead!"

What!

Wang Yang furrowed his brow. He never imagined that Xiao Yu had a martial artist by her side—and likely one of the Dan-grade level. He knew better than anyone what that meant: trouble, big trouble.

Liu Shihui was ashen-faced, only one thought repeating in his mind: *It’s over, it’s all over!*

"Impossible!" Liu Shihui yelled. "How can this be? What kind of joke is this? What about Xiao Yu? What happened to her?"

"I'm not sure," the scout lowered his head. "I didn't see Xiao Yu. But it seems a fierce battle took place at her villa."

"Mr. Wang, you promised me that I would hear of Xiao Yu's death today! What do we do now?" Liu Shihui stood up and shouted. "What are you going to do about this?"

*Slap!*

Before the words had even left Liu Shihui's mouth, a resounding slap landed on his face. The force was so great that it knocked him to the floor. Wang Yang looked down coldly. "Liu Shihui, who the hell do you think you are? You dare threaten me?"

"I..." With his head spinning from the blow, Liu Shihui finally regained his senses. Standing before him was Wang Yang, who controlled half of the underworld in the East Sea—a man known for his extreme ruthlessness.

He stared blankly at Wang Yang, who grabbed him by the collar and hissed, "Liu Shihui, I am warning you—keep your mouth shut. If you say a word, you’re dead. Your whole family is dead!"

Seeing the murderous look in Wang Yang's eyes, Liu Shihui nodded instinctively.

"Get him out of here!" Wang Yang waved his hand, his expression filled with impatience.

Two men immediately grabbed Liu Shihui, dragging him like a dead dog all the way to the entrance and tossing him out onto the street like trash.