Chapter 205: Chapter 205 - 205: The More Luck You Take, the More Miserable

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Translator: _Min

The tone of the voice was neither high nor low, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, yet it carried an oppressive force.

The young man felt all the hairs on his body stand on end, the chilling sensation at his throat growing more pronounced.

He couldn’t turn his head, but he could see from the corner of his eye.

It was just a fan handle.

But how could a mere fan stop him like this?

The most alarming part was that he hadn’t heard any sound of breathing!

A robot, maybe?!

Yu Xiheng’s eyes and brows showed a look of emotionlessness.

His hand still held the fan handle in a reverse grip, fingers long and tips pale.

Suddenly, his wrist flipped, the handle shifting down and tapping the young man’s shoulder with a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

The young man was terrified into silence, his body rigid, his mind ceasing to function.

He realized he was completely immobilized.

A technique of acupoint pressing!

How could this ancient Great Xia skill appear here?!

A scene from a martial arts drama?!

The lights suddenly came on, and Yu Xiheng’s brows lifted slightly.

In less than half a second, he was back in his wheelchair. The fan handle tapped against his palm as if nothing had happened.

“Bang!”

Feng San rushed down from upstairs, pinning the young man firmly to the ground, “Speak! Who sent you?”

He had sensed someone entering the villa and immediately left his bedroom, ready to subdue the intruder.

But to his surprise, Brother Nine was already a step ahead.

Feng San was tilled with doubt.

Could it be that Brother Nine had been in the living room all along and never went upstairs?

Si Fuqing also came downstairs.

She first glanced at Yu Xiheng, seated in his wheelchair, then turned her attention to the young man pinned by Feng San.

“Hey, that’s it?” Si Fuqing sounded a bit disappointed. “I waited all this time and only a minion shows up?”

She had deliberately exposed her aura while breaking the array.

In doing so, the curse master, furious, would inevitably track her location.

She was ready to catch him.

Feng San, completely oblivious, was bewildered, “So, this person came to assassinate Miss Si?!”

Since when did Miss Si receive the same treatment as Brother Nine?

Both of them being targeted for assassination, how many international forces would need to be mobilized?

“Yes,” Si Fuqing rubbed her chin. “That’s why I didn’t want to stay tonight. But I didn’t want to upset the boss, so I told you guys to sleep early so I could take action.”

“Not bad, Sansan, you’re faster than me. That deserves praise!”

Feng San: ‘

He glanced at Yu Xiheng, feeling ashamed.

As a bodyguard, he had let Brother Nine take action himself. He felt like dying was a better option.

With a clear “ding”, Yu Xiheng placed the fan on the coffee table.

But to the young assassin, it sounded like a terrifying siren, his body trembling like a sieve, he cried, “Spare me! Please spare me! I was just following orders! I meant no harm!”

In a place like Lin City, how could someone possess such martial arts skills?

“Look.” Yu Xiheng’s fingers lightly formed a circle, his tone steady. “How should we deal with him?”

“Trying to kill me is one thing, but targeting those around me is unacceptable.” Si Fuqing crouched down. “I’ve been developing a new medicine, let’s give you a taste.”

Before the young man could utter a word of protest, a cool, strawberry-flavored pill was stuffed into his mouth.

Almost instantly, he felt a pain that resembled countless wind blades cutting through his limbs.

Not only that, but his stomach also felt a bursting, burning sensation, as if all his organs were being churned together.

“Tastes good, doesn’t it?” Si Fuqing opened her medicine box. “Look, I have chocolate flavor, and matcha too.”

Feng San stepped back in awe.

Miss Si’s medicine-making skills were formidable, but why did she have to be a kitchen assassin?

“I’m really just following orders!” the young man begged frantically. “I have no personal grudge against you! Miss, please be merciful and let me go… let me

Feng San grabbed the young man by the collar, forcing him to look up.

“There’s an organization involved,” Yu Xiheng nodded lightly. “Then handle it as your organization’s betrayal consequences dictate.”

The young man’s eyes widened in terror, “You… mmm!”

His mouth was quickly sealed with tape by Feng San, who then dragged him away.

Yu Xiheng turned to see Si Fuqing still looking at the fan. He propped his head, his eyes carrying a deeper meaning, ‘You want to play it?”

Si Fuqing looked up, her fox-like eyes sparkling, “Can I?”

“Mhmm.” Yu Xiheng’s voice was cool and gentle. “It’s not that important of an item anyway..”