Chapter 204: Chapter 204 - 204: Don’t move, move and you die (3)

Translator: _Min_

A middle-aged man was drinking and eating meat when suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and collapsed straight to the ground.

“Sir!” The woman opposite him was startled. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Pei Zhen, a Master of Yin-Yang has arrived in Lin and broken the array I set up for you over a decade ago,” the man said, his complexion ghastly. “Clever fellow, to find every single point I set. The array is now useless, and the backlash has hit me.”

Pei Zhen’s face paled, anxiously, she said, “What do we do now?!”

Just as Pei Yan’s branch of the family was about to completely fall from power, how could someone break their array at this critical moment?

If the array was broken, wouldn’t that mean Pei Yan could rise again?

Wouldn’t her decade of endurance and scheming be in vain?

“Don’t worry, a Master of Yin-Yang is typically physically weak, especially after extensively using the power of Yin and Yang,” the man sneered contemptuously. “My array was immensely complex. He must have exhausted himself breaking it, probably can’t even move now!”

“Send someone to kill him, and I’ll think of how to continue helping you.”

Pei Zhen hesitated, clearly reluctant, “But I don’t know the exact location of this Master of Yin-Yang you speak of.”

“Humph, he thinks he’s completely concealed his location, but I’ve sensed it already,” the middle-aged man closed his eyes. “Let me rest for a while; this injury is not light.”

“I can continue setting up the array and locate him tonight. Then you can send people to act.”

Pei Zhen nodded, relieved: “Alright, I’ll follow the master’s orders.”

That evening.

Si Fuqing went to a villa courtyard to check on Yu Xiheng’s leg.

“Boss, I have a schedule in the city of MO next Tuesday, the day after tomorrow,” she tilted her head. “I’m asking for leave.”

Her visits to Great Xia had been few and far between, and as MO was the main city of Central Plains, she regretted never having set foot there.

Feng San was momentarily stunned, “MO City?”

“Yes,” Si Fuqing blinked. “Is it Little Sansan’s home?”

Feng San, now used to these peculiar nicknames, thought for a moment before replying, “Not really, I’m not actually from the MO family, just trained martial arts with them.”

Si Fuqing mused, “I see.”

“The MO family actually…” Feng San suddenly realized he had spoken too much.

He glanced at Yu Xiheng, noticing the man’s expression didn’t change, and breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed Brother Nine truly considered Miss Si one of their own.

But why was Si Fuqing so calm upon hearing about the MO family? Everyone else would be shocked, given that suddenly the characters from history books had become real.

Feng San felt oddly disappointed.

“Just in time.” Yu Xiheng nodded slightly. “The banquet is also in MO City, Friday night.”

Si Fuqing:

The consequences of multitasking; no time off.

“Are you flying with your—” Yu Xiheng paused, a faint smile on his face,

“girlfriend, or with me on a private jet?”

“With my girlfriend,” Si Fuqing said. “I’ve already promised her, and she’s so beautiful. It wouldn’t be good if someone took an interest in her. But don’t worry, boss, I’ll accompany you on the flight back!”

Yu Xiheng supported his head, his eyebrows moving slightly, he said, “I’m not that fragile.”

“Boss, I know, you have immense strength, capable of lifting mountains and carrying cauldrons!” Si Fuqing started her new round of flattery. “But as a doctor, it’s also my duty to protect you.”

“Mhmm.” Yu Xiheng spoke softly, “It’s late today. Let Feng San take you to the studio tomorrow.”

“Tonight?” Si Fuqing’s steps paused, and she hesitated for a moment, “Okay, then you should go to bed early, boss! Don’t stay up late.”

Yu Xiheng looked up at the girl’s retreating figure, his phoenix eyes narrowing slightly.

After a moment of silence, he spoke, “Tell the MO family to prepare.”

Feng San’s expression turned solemn at those words, “Is there an urgent mission somewhere?”

Yu Xiheng hummed in response, “Make a gun.”

Feng San:

He was so worried for nothing.

Feng San was puzzled, “But doesn’t Miss Si not know how to use a gun?

“I’ll teach her.” Yu Xiheng picked up his tea. “Having one more means of self-defense is always good.”

Feng San, having received his orders, decisively left the scene.

If he stayed any longer, his heart might just burst from the stress.

Once outside, he sent a message in his private group chat.

[Be prepared. In a few days, Brother Nine is heading to MO City. Also, prepare a gun, the latest model, and include a hidden weapon feature for dual use.]

Despite centuries passing and the onslaught of modern technology, the ancient techniques of the MO family, especially their unique combination of hidden weapons and firearms, remained unrivaled.

The MO family’s guns, blending hidden weapons with gunpowder, were priceless.

This message sent the usually silent group members into an uproar.

[At your service anytime!]

[Understood, the master needs a gun, I’m off to forge the metal.]

[But wait, doesn’t the master dislike guns? He rarely uses equipment; even that fan is used more for cooling than combat. Feng San, tell us the truth, who is this gun for? Did you fail to protect the master, and now he’s taken someone else under his wing?!]

Feng San: ‘

How did they guess that?

He snorted coldly and replied.

[I won’t say, what can you do about it?]

The group members began to curse at him, but Feng San paid them no mind.

He looked forward to the moment they met Miss Si and witnessed their jaws dropping in surprise.

Imagining this scene, Feng San contentedly went off to water the plants.

At two in the morning, deep into the night, only a few streetlights flickered dimly.

A figure moved swiftly and stealthily into the villa courtyard.

It was a young man, agile and quick.

After entering, he double-checked the address sent by Pei Zhen, ensuring he was at the right location.

The area wasn’t exactly a wealthy district, just sufficiently secluded.

Confident in the job, seeing it as a chance to earn a hefty sum without crossing any major figures, the young man slowed his pace as he moved further inside.

He was extremely confident in his skills and abilities, believing the people in the villa would be none the wiser, likely to die in their sleep.

The young man reached the main door, quickly picked the lock, and pushed it open.

“Whoosh!”

At that moment, something sharp and fast cut through the air, instantly pressing against his throat.

The young man’s body tensed up, his back breaking out in a cold sweat.

He instinctively wanted to turn his head, but the cold sensation at his throat stopped him.

It was the handle of a fan.

In the darkness, a man stood sideways, his voice quiet and steady, “Don’t move.

Move and you die..”