Guo Zixuan only felt a burst of hot air blowing towards his face, and the fire blade hovered only a few centimeters away from his skin. The burning sensation so close at hand made him feel as if he was in a sea of fire. Although the fire blade did not hurt him, the high temperature it radiated made his fear coil like a poisonous snake in his chest.
He frowned, but couldn't escape. He could only look at Ye Ning opposite through sweat and fear in the firelight. His body was shaking involuntarily, like a thin candle swaying in the wind under the pressure of fear.
At this time, Ye Ning outside the door gently waved his finger, and the golden flames in front of the door burned the wooden door to ashes. The flames danced on the wooden door, like a group of wild elves, turning the wooden door into ashes in an instant.
The door was burned by flames, and the surrounding darkness was filled with golden flame light. Ye Ning's face was also exposed in the firelight. There was teasing in his eyes, as if he had already foreseen Guo Zixuan's fear.
Ye Ning waved his hand again, and the fire blade in front of Guo Zixuan instantly dispersed and turned into several small flames surrounding Guo Zixuan. The flames jumped and burned like a beast in an iron cage. Although the direct threat had been removed, it still remained vigilant and was ready to attack again at any time.
The flames danced around Guo Zixuan, like a carnival spirit. He frowned, feeling the intense heat emanating from the flames. The muscles on his face tensed and he swallowed dry saliva. He could feel the corners of his clothes starting to burn, and the burning sensation seemed to hit his nerves.
However, looking at the extremely powerful Ye Ning in front of him, the fear in Guo Zixuan's heart was replaced by a hint of relief. There is never any fairness in this world. The weak are always the prey, and only the strong have the right to choose the way to survive. At this moment, he indeed seemed unstoppable in front of the powerful Ye Ning, but at least he still had his own choice.
Guo Zixuan's eyes gradually became firm. He looked directly at Ye Ning. The fear on his face had disappeared, replaced by a calm look. Although his voice was weak, it carried a bit of heroism: "I know why you came. It seems that someone leaked the news, and the leader's actions were faster than I thought."
At this time, Guo Zixuan actually smiled, with a relaxed expression on his face, and said without fear: "But, I'm not afraid of you!"
As soon as these words came out, the air seemed to freeze. The flames were jumping, and Guo Zixuan's words were as hard as steel, making all doubts and fears meaningless. Facing the powerful Ye Ning, he still maintained his thoughts and attitude.
Ye Ning's thoughts moved, and the flames surrounding Guo Zixuan burned more intensely. Several flames were connected to each other, forming a ring of fire, exuding even hotter temperature.
The expanding ring of fire trapped Guo Zixuan within it. The golden flame was like a living wild beast, dancing wantonly, and the continuously increasing temperature made the surrounding air hot. Guo Zixuan's sweat fell like raindrops, but his eyes remained firm and showed no fear.
Ye Ning stood outside the ring of fire, looking at Guo Zixuan who was like a lone wolf in front of him. Approval flashed through his cold and ruthless eyes, and he couldn't help but praise: "You are not afraid of anything, you are brave!"
After Ye Ning finished speaking, Guo Zixuan took a deep breath and took out a dagger from his pocket. His eyes flashed with determination. He waved the dagger vigorously and shouted in a loud voice: "Destroying a person's wealth is like Killing parents! Ruining someone's future is even more heinous! Yu Xuannao must die!"
His words were full of anger and determination. He held the dagger tightly and rushed toward the ring of fire without fear like a tiger descending a mountain. However, he seemed to have underestimated the power of the golden flames. Every flame carried sharp power, cutting his body ruthlessly the moment he moved forward.
His body was easily torn into two pieces like a piece of paper, and his flesh and blood steamed and turned into ashes. All that was left was the polished dagger, which fell to the ground with a crisp sound. The voice was lost in the firelight, like a mourning song mixed with tragedy and helplessness.
Seeing Guo Zixuan's ashes dispersing quietly on the ground, Ye Ning withdrew the golden flames dancing around him. His eyes fell on the ownerless dagger on the ground, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of complicated emotions in his heart.
Guo Zixuan's eyes, his stubbornness, his determination, and even his death made Ye Ning feel a little respect for this stranger. For such a determined person, he would rather die than give in. Even if he goes towards death, he still regards death as home. I am afraid that not everyone can achieve that kind of spirit.
However, Guo Zixuan's words before his death made Ye Ning suspicious. Cutting off people's wealth and ruining their futures... What did Yu Xuannao do to make Guo Zixuan so angry? He himself came to eliminate trouble for Yu Xuan Ao, but he never thought that the person he served might not be who he thought he was.
Ye Ning frowned slightly, the questions in his heart were like a quagmire, sinking deeper and deeper. He could only stay in place with this confusion and emotion.
At this time, Yu Xuannao didn't know what Ye Ning was thinking, so he sent another message: "Zeng Zhihao said that they will meet at 10 o'clock tonight in the underground parking lot of the Huadu Hotel near the Tuntian Temple. The time is not up It’s early, you can go directly there and guard Zhao Yuhang.”
Ye Ning thought for a while and went to the parking lot first. When the time comes, Zhao Yuhang will be suppressed, and he will be cross-examined carefully and asked what exactly Xuuan Ao did before making a decision.
In the dark skin, the silver crescent moon is gently embedded, polishing the sky into a high-hanging mirror. The hustle and bustle of the city is like a stage that has never ended, blooming with dazzling brilliance in this ten o'clock night. Although the bright neon lights gave people a superficial sense of joy, they could not hide the tension on Zhao Yuhang's shoulders.
He was carrying a huge backpack, which bulged like a hill, making his figure look dignified. The backpack is filled with neat ammunition, and each metal shell hits another shell, making a dull but nervous knocking sound. However, these sounds were obscured by the dense flow of people under the neon lights of the city and disappeared into the complex sounds.
Zhao Yuhang walked quickly through the crowd, his expression was solemn, a bit anxious, and a bit nervous. His eyes scanned the surroundings vigilantly, every passing face, every person who might have a glimpse of his true purpose. His heartbeat was like a war drum, accelerating with every step, but also becoming more steady. He knew he couldn't panic because tonight he was going to change his fate.
The passers-by who hurried past him were immersed in their own world, and no one realized the weight behind Zhao Yuhang. They knew nothing about Zhao Yuhang's goal. They just walked hurriedly in the night, laughing and talking warmly, which seemed to be in sharp contrast to the pressure on him.
In the underground parking lot of Huadu Hotel, there is a deep and endless darkness. Flickering fluorescent lights hung sporadically from the high ceiling, casting a few unstable beams of light that illuminated the condensed air. Those dim lights, like the ever-changing fireflies in the night, add a deeper mystery to this already mysterious space.
In the underground garage, which seemed to be filled with a burnt smell after a fire, Zhao Yuhang was carrying his huge backpack like a lonely stalker. Only his breathing and rapid and low heartbeat echoed in this silent space. Under the fluorescent light, he frowned and stepped forward, each step carrying heavy pressure. Small stones were crushed under his feet, making a rustling sound.
We made an appointment at ten o'clock in advance, but now it's already past ten o'clock. But no one else showed up, which made Zhao Yuhang feel a strong sense of strangeness. He took out the pistol in his hand and held it tightly, feeling a comforting touch from the cold metal texture. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, mustered up the courage, and began to move slowly, exploring this strange environment.
His expression seemed to be tense, and his eyes shone with a cold and sharp light, as if he was ready to face unknown dangers at any time. He didn't dare to make a sound, but stepped cautiously, scanning every corner of his surroundings nervously and vigilantly.
Zhao Yuhang's every step seemed so cautious, as quiet as an owl on a cold night, and every movement revealed vigilance and preparation, waiting for a possible attack. In this eerie, thrilling, and strange underground garage, every minute and every second that Zhao Yuhang spent was filled with a strange feeling, causing cold sweat to drip from his forehead.
In this silent darkness, Zhao Yuhang felt the tension in every nerve in his body. The air was filled with a burnt smell, like the residual warmth after a fire, and the smoke was lingering, as if it was touching the fear deep in his heart. This made his heart beat rapidly, as if it wanted to jump out of his throat.
Everything around him was suffocatingly quiet, with only the occasional flash of light breaking the silence. Perhaps because he was too nervous, Zhao Yuhang began to be unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. He always felt that he could hear faint footsteps coming from all directions. The sound was vague and indifferent, but his position could not be determined, like a ghost in the fog, disappearing from time to time. Present.
The voice was like a shadow behind him, whispering in his ears and lingering in his mind. His body stiffened, and his ears seemed to become more sensitive, able to pick up the small sounds caused by the movement of air. Gradually, he could feel the footsteps getting closer and closer, and the fear in his heart echoed them, as if he was being pulled by an invisible rope, making him more and more nervous.
At this moment, a rich voice suddenly sounded from behind him, but it was a very plain voice. The voice was unhurried, slow and not urgent: "Are you here?"
The sound was as sudden as an iceberg hitting a steel plate, making all the muscles in Zhao Yuhang's body tense up from the sudden shock.
