mtlumby2d Chapter 560 Conspiracy
Chapter 560 Conspiracy
At this critical moment, He Yuzhu's aura suddenly changed, his eyes flashed with brilliance, and powerful mental strength gathered like a burst of water, and quickly condensed in the palm of his hand into an illusory but sharp transparent little hand.
This hand formed by mental power seems invisible, but it contains terrifying energy. It rushes towards the criminals with lightning speed far beyond the reaction speed of ordinary people.
In terms of strength, He Yuzhu has many methods at his disposal, and it would be easy for him to take the life of this criminal.
With his powerful telekinesis, he could instantly control the tables, chairs, rocks and other objects around him, and stuff them into the stomachs of criminals as accurately as cannonballs, causing their internal organs to shatter instantly.
But He Yuzhu knew clearly in his heart that in the current situation, it was far more important to find out the origins of the two criminals than simply eliminating them.
Only by knowing the mastermind behind the scenes can we resolve this crisis at its root.
With his mind made up, He Yuzhu controlled his mental hand and, when approaching the criminal, cleverly avoided the fatal parts and gently pinched the criminal's heart.
This seemingly gentle pinch was like triggering a powerful mechanism.
In an instant, the criminal's originally rosy face turned purple and black as ink, as if it had been corroded by a deadly poison.
His body began to shake violently and uncontrollably, his legs went weak, and his movements, which were as nimble as a leopard, froze in an instant, as if time had been paused for him at this moment.
Then, like a puppet with its strings cut, he fell straight to the ground, hitting the ground heavily and raising a cloud of dust.
Huo Yingdong watched this scene with his eyes wide open, his face filled with astonishment that was difficult to conceal.
The criminal who had been so ferocious and aggressive just now suddenly fell down without any warning. This sudden change was so sudden that his mind went blank for a moment and he couldn't figure out the reason.
But he had been through a lot after all, and the courage and alertness in his bones were instantly aroused at this critical moment. He had no time to think about it, and his body had already reacted.
He rushed forward like lightning and in one step he was close to the gangster. With lightning speed, he snatched the two gleaming knives from the gangster's hands with his hands as precise as pliers.
Then, he pressed the blade against the gangster's neck, and then pressed down hard with his knee, pinning the gangster under his knee, making him unable to move at all.
At this moment, Huo Yingdong's eyes revealed a chilling determination, as if he was an unshakable god of war, firmly in control of the situation.
He Yuzhu was relieved to see Huo Yingdong successfully resolve the crisis. He took a deep breath and took out a bundle of special ropes from the mysterious space.
The rope was mixed with tough steel wire and was very strong. He Yuzhu skillfully tied up the Nanyang girl in the house, tying each knot tightly to ensure that she could not escape.
After doing all this, He Yuzhu wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked out of the room. The corridor was dead silent, the waiter who was supposed to be on guard was nowhere to be seen, and there was a strange atmosphere in the air.
He Yuzhu didn't pay much attention to it. He walked straight to the next room and knocked on the door.
"Old Huo, it's me!"
He Yuzhu shouted in a low voice.
When Huo Yingdong heard the familiar voice, his heart, which had been as taut as a bowstring, finally relaxed a little.
He held the knife tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force, and walked slowly and cautiously to the door. He listened carefully at first, and the only sound he could hear outside was He Yuzhu's slightly rapid breathing.
Then, he narrowed his eyes and moved closer to the peephole. After seeing clearly that it was He Yuzhu outside the door, he slowly turned the door lock and opened the door.
"Are you OK?"
There was an undisguised concern in Huo Yingdong's voice as he looked back and forth at He Yuzhu, trying to find even the slightest sign of injury.
He Yuzhu raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a gentle smile. He shook his head gently, indicating with his eyes that he was fine.
Seeing this, Huo Yingdong raised his hand and scratched his head, his brows twisted into the shape of a "川" character, and said with a puzzled look on his face:
"It's so weird. Just now, the guy raised the knife, and it flashed with cold light. He was about to chop me, but I don't know what happened. He suddenly fell straight down."
"I'm glad you're okay. Maybe he had a heart attack and it just happened."
He Yuzhu looked calm and spoke indifferently, with no intention of telling the truth.
The two walked into the house cautiously, and there was a tense atmosphere in the house.
He Yuzhu looked up and saw that Huo Yingdong had tied up the gangster tightly and threw him into a dark corner of the room like a heavy bag.
The criminal was struggling weakly at this moment, mumbling incoherently. Huo Yingdong looked solemn as he told He Yuzhu in detail about the attack he had just suffered, not missing out on any detail.
After finishing the talk, the two began to exchange the information they had. Huo Yingdong frowned, his face serious, and said in a low but firm voice:
"This place has been exposed and is too dangerous. We must move immediately and find another safe place."
He Yuzhu's mind flashed through every scene he had carefully scanned up and down the stairs like a kaleidoscope. He couldn't help but feel worried that there might be an enemy hiding in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
He frowned and fell into a brief but serious thought.
After a moment, he suddenly remembered that there was a house upstairs that had been vacant for a long time and no one had lived in it. He immediately came up with a plan and said:
"The current situation is extremely unfavorable to us. The enemy is hiding in the dark, and our every move is exposed. If we go out rashly, it is very likely that we will fall into the enemy's trap and fall into their carefully set ambush. In my opinion, we might as well move upstairs. Upstairs, we have the advantage of terrain. We can be high above and have a panoramic view of every move below. We can closely monitor the surrounding movements. We can also rely on the favorable terrain to wait for the enemy to show up and catch them off guard."
When Huo Yingdong heard this, his eyes lit up instantly, like fireworks suddenly blooming in the night sky, overflowing with brilliance.
He nodded heavily, and said with full approval:
"Good idea! Just what I want."
After saying that, he turned around quickly like a gust of wind and hurried back to the room.
I saw him deftly stuffing clothes, important documents and other items into his backpack. His movements were skillful and quick, without any delay at all.
After packing everything, he strode to the balcony with his backpack on his shoulder, stood there straight, staring at the street downstairs, anxiously waiting for He Yuzhu's arrival.
Huo Yingdong has been practicing dark power kung fu since he was young. Although he has not reached the top level, he is very agile and actions such as climbing balconies and climbing over walls to enter houses are relatively easy for him.
He was agile and climbed onto the balcony in a few steps using his hands and feet. Seeing that Huo Yingdong was already in place, He Yuzhu effortlessly picked up the man who attacked Huo Yingdong, as if he was picking up a chick, and then strode upstairs.
Then he quickly turned back and went downstairs again. He bent down, picked up the Nanyang girl and their luggage, and walked upstairs steadily.
Upstairs was a spacious executive suite with a well-planned layout and three bedrooms, which was enough for the three of them to rest comfortably.
Ho Yu-chu and Ho Ying-tung thought that this trip to Haojiang would only be a short two or three-day trip, so they did not bring their men with them, fully expecting that nothing would happen. But they never expected that as soon as they arrived, they were attacked by assassins without any warning.
He Yuzhu looked at the two subdued killers with a gloomy face, his inner anger surging like raging waves, but he knew very well that this was not the time to act impulsively, so he forced himself to suppress the raging anger in his heart and did not immediately interrogate the killers.
He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, then took out his phone and dialed Du Guanghe's number.
Late at night, the rain outside the window was pouring down, hitting the glass and making crackling sounds.
He Yuzhu sat in the dim room, holding the phone tightly in his hand. Du Guanghe's anxious voice came from the receiver:
"What's wrong? What happened?"
He Yuzhu took a deep breath, his tone as cold as the frost and snow in winter:
"Lao Du, bring two people here tomorrow! Someone wants to take my life!"
There was an unquestionable severity in his words. Du Guanghe was startled on the other end of the phone, and almost dropped the cup in his hand. He asked hurriedly:
"Are you hurt? What happened?"
He knew very well that He Yuzhu was very skilled and ordinary people could not get close to him. But this matter was a matter of life and death. Even though his reason told him that He Yuzhu would not be easily injured, the worry in his heart still spread like wild weeds.
Late at night, the International Hotel was shrouded in deathly silence, so quiet that it was a little breathless. The air in the lobby seemed to be frozen, and every breath was bone-chillingly cold.
The light from the chandelier was dim and yellow, casting mottled shadows on the ground, making the entire space seem even more eerie.
He and He Yuzhu stood opposite each other. The atmosphere was as tense as a bowstring stretched to its limit, and it seemed that it would break with a clang in the next second, releasing astonishing power.
He Yuzhu's tall and strong body was as majestic as a mountain, emitting an invisible oppressive force. Just standing there made the air around him become heavy.
In comparison, he was thin and looked extremely small in front of He Yuzhu, like a fragile grass shivering in the strong wind.
The gap in strength between the two is like a bottomless, unfathomable chasm that cannot be crossed.
If He Yuzhu wanted to take his life, it would be effortless. In front of He Yuzhu's powerful strength, he was like an insignificant ant. With just a slight crush, his life would disappear in an instant without leaving a trace.
Thinking back to that unpleasant past, he still feels a lingering fear.
It was a fatal mistake that put him under He Yuzhu's control.
The days of imprisonment were dark. In the small and damp room, the only source of light came from a small window high above my head that was out of reach. Occasionally, a glimmer of light came in, which was fleeting.
He curled up in the corner, listening to his own heartbeat. Each beat sounded like a heavy hammer and seemed particularly heavy in the silence.
Every minute and every second seemed as long as a year, with hunger, fear and despair intertwined and following like a shadow.
More than once he wondered in despair in the darkness whether his life would end quietly like this, turning into a wronged spirit in this unknown corner.
However, fate played a strange joke on him. After being imprisoned for seven days and on the verge of physical and mental collapse, He Yuzhu unexpectedly appeared in front of him with a half-smile on his face and simply said, "You can go."
At that moment, he thought he had heard it wrong, and he widened his eyes and looked at the person in front of him in disbelief.
It was not until He Yuzhui repeated it impatiently that he woke up from his dream and crawled away from that nightmarish place.
Afterwards, in order to repay He Yuzhu's kindness of not killing him, and to survive in this world where the strong prey on the weak, he reluctantly became a thug under He Yuzhu.
Once upon a time, he had his own dreams and pursuits, and looked forward to a bright future. But now, he has completely deviated from his previous life trajectory and is sinking deeper and deeper into the quagmire of darkness.
When he heard the news that He Yuzhu was assassinated in the hotel, his face turned pale instantly and his hands began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.
My heart was beating like a madly beating war drum, as if it would burst through my chest in the next second.
He was extremely anxious, his feet felt like they were stepping on burning charcoal. He couldn't stop for a moment, pacing back and forth in the room, muttering to himself from time to time.
He finally learned that He Yuzhu was safe and sound, and his nerves, which were so tense that they seemed like they would break at any time, slowly relaxed.
He heaved a long sigh and hurriedly assured He Yuzhu on the other end of the phone that he would arrive tonight even if he had to travel all night.
He Yuzhu was brief and to the point, told him the hotel room number, and asked him to check in directly after his arrival.
After hearing this, he nodded repeatedly, his voice full of relief for having survived the disaster. After hanging up the phone, he rushed to the closet, stuffed all his clothes into his travel bag, and hurriedly checked his documents before preparing to embark on this emergency trip.
After hanging up the phone, He Yuzhu took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, trying to calm the emotions that were surging like a tsunami.
He slightly turned sideways and moved closer to Huo Yingdong, who also had a serious expression on his face and a knotted brow, and started to discuss in a very low voice.
The thrilling escape experience just now was like a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from, although it has come to an end for the time being.
The two men observed their surroundings carefully and meticulously, their eyes as vigilant as eagles, not missing any corner, and they did not discover any other hidden threats.
But they knew clearly in their minds, based on their years of experience in the underworld, that the mastermind behind this incident was most likely from Ye Han's side.
Ye Han had coveted a gambling license for many years, and his eyes were almost bleeding. However, his own funds were stretched to the limit, and the little money he had was just a drop in the bucket compared to the cost of the license, so he reluctantly invited Huo Yingdong to join.
Back in 1961, the economic situation was sluggish and the market was like a cold winter. Huo Yingdong invested huge amounts of money in many large projects. The working capital was as tight as a fully drawn bowstring, and it would break at the slightest mistake.