Movie variety show soul travels between two worlds to become a rich man

Chapter 722 Thunderous Assault - Blood Mist Spreads

Perhaps because the place was so well hidden, and they were confident that no outsiders could find it except their own people, the kidnappers inside the house did not immediately become extremely alert.

Footsteps approached, then with a click, the light inside the door turned on, followed by the sound of the inner door lock being turned.

Just as the wooden door opened a crack inward!

A cold glint flashed in Fusheng's eyes. He no longer concealed it and suddenly pushed open the rattling iron gate with all his might!
The immense force seemed to make the entire door frame vibrate.

The door was opened by a burly man who looked sleepy. Before he could even see what was happening outside, a large hand wearing a rubber glove suddenly reached in like an iron clamp and covered his entire face, silencing a startled shout!
The next second, Fu Sheng, who had been working day and night to improve his white eyebrows and whose moves were becoming increasingly ruthless, gritted his teeth and drew a cold silver arc with the butterfly knife in his other hand, stabbing it into the side of his opponent's neck with perfect precision!
The blade was completely submerged, all the way down to the hilt!
Hot blood gushed out instantly, soaking the gloves.

Without hesitation, Fusheng used the immense force of his forward momentum to push the kidnapper, who could only make a "hoarse" sound from his throat, and retreated swiftly into the house, using his body as a shield and a way to clear the way!
Almost at the same moment!

Fu Gui, like a cheetah that had been poised for a long time, crouched low and swiftly charged in! He raised his gun, aimed, and fired! The whole action was completed in one smooth motion!
"Pfft, pfft—"

A faint, almost imperceptible gunshot rang out. Another kidnapper, who had just been awakened on the living room sofa and was about to get up, suddenly had a burst of blood erupt between his eyebrows and fell backward without uttering a sound.

Erpang followed closely behind, slipping inside and gently closing the door behind him, isolating the room from the outside world. His cold gaze swept across the room, and the muzzle of his gun was already pointed towards the side-lying area—a kidnapper was frantically reaching under the pillow.

"puff--"

Another soft thud, and the bullet pierced the thin pillow, embedding itself precisely in the back of the man's head.

In the corner of the living room, the last kidnapper was so terrified by the lightning-fast massacre that his legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground, his mouth agape as if to scream.

Fu Gui turned the gun around without the slightest hesitation, or even a change in expression.

"puff!"

The bullet entered through his forehead, drawing out a spray of red and white fluid. The man's body shuddered violently, then collapsed, the fear in his eyes frozen in time.

From the moment the goal was breached to the end, it only took a dozen seconds.

The room fell completely silent, save for the pervasive stench of blood, mingled with the faint smell of gunpowder and sulfur. The four corpses on the floor hadn't even managed a proper scream.

Fusheng was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, and his hand holding the butterfly knife trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the intense shivering brought on by the rapid surge of adrenaline.

Hot blood dripped from the tips of his gloves, blooming into dark red flowers on the ground. For the first time, he felt life slipping away so fragilely in his hands. A strange sensation, a mixture of nausea and extreme excitement, assaulted his nerves, making him clench his teeth, yet a wild flame burned in his eyes.

Fu Gui slowly lowered his gun, his gaze sweeping across the scene, still cold, but the slight tension in his knuckles as he holstered the weapon betrayed that his inner peace was far from what appeared. Each soft "thud" sound was like a hammer blow to his heart, bringing a strange, chilling thrill.

After confirming that all targets had been eliminated, Erpang licked his slightly dry lips. His breathing became heavier under his mask, and his hand holding the gun was as steady as a rock. However, his heart was pounding like a drum under his broad chest. A violent sense of power mixed with the strange pleasure brought by his first kill surged through his body.

There were no cheers, no words. Only the overwhelming stench of blood, and the still-unquenched, fiercely clashing, chilling killing intent in the eyes of the three, along with the indescribable excitement of being stained with blood for the first time.

mission completed.

Just then, hearing the noise outside, Xu Yuan, still half asleep with her head down, frowned and looked at the light coming from the crack at the bottom of the door. As the light flickered, she realized that someone was moving around outside.

There was no clock in his room, and the view outside the window was always gloomy and chaotic. The air was also terrible, making him dizzy. He spent countless hours in a daze. No one had entered the room since Chen Dazhi and Zhong Aihua left.

The old iron gate creaked open.

The light made Xu Yuan squint. After finally adjusting to the light, he saw three men dressed in black and wearing black masks. Two of them were holding guns, and the third one was even more frightening, holding a butterfly knife with his hands covered in blood.

Just as Xu Yuan was filled with fear, unsure whether the newcomers were friend or foe, his mind racing as he tried to think of a solution, a voice called out, "Young Master Gao sent us to rescue you!" This made his eyes widen, and he completely relaxed, his face covered in cold sweat. He slumped into a chair and said with a wry smile, "The three of you almost scared me to death..."

Fusheng smiled and stepped forward, cutting the rope with his incredibly sharp butterfly knife. He then helped Xuyuan, who was struggling to move her limbs, to her feet and said, "Let's get out of here first—"

“Okay—” Xu Yuan knew this wasn’t the place to talk, so she immediately grabbed Fu Sheng’s shoulder and walked out.

Upon stepping outside and seeing the blood-soaked floor and four corpses still bleeding profusely, Xu Yuan's pupils constricted sharply, her body tensed instinctively, and a chill ran through her.

Fu Gui, Fu Sheng, and Er Pang didn't even glance at Xu Yuan. They avoided the blood on the ground, opened the door, walked out of the room, closed the iron security door again, and, supporting Xu Yuan, whose heart was churning with emotion, slowly walked down the stairs.

Only after getting into the SUV did Fugui and his two companions put away their weapons, remove their rubber gloves and put them in a plastic bag, and take off their hoods and masks. "It's you—" Xu Yuan recognized the three men immediately upon seeing their faces.

"Young Master Gao told us to tell you that Fang Zhen is fine," Erpang said to Xu Yuan with a smile.

"Hmm, it's good that you're alright, it's good that you're alright..." Xu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, then asked as if she had just remembered something, "How did you find me?"

"Don't worry about that," Fusheng said with a smile, patting Xuyuan on the shoulder. "Our boss has booked a room for you at the Peninsula Hotel. For the next two days, just stay in your room and don't go out. We'll take you there on the day of the assessment."

"Okay." Xu Yuan wisely refrained from pressing further, after all, he was now facing three ruthless men who had just killed someone.

They left Tuen Mun in silence and entered the city. Looking at the magnificent metropolis, the largest in Asia, Xu Yuan, who had just escaped from the slums, felt as if he had been transported to another world.

"Okay, I understand. You three take him to the hotel, then go back to the villa and keep an eye on the house."

In the darkness, in a black SUV parked by the roadside near a villa in the mid-mountain area, Gao Dongxu held his phone and spoke to Fugui on the other end of the line.

"咚咚-"

At this moment, Aning, who had come out of the villa, came to the car and tapped on the car window with her finger.

"Alright, we'll talk about it when we get back." After hanging up the phone, Gao Dongxu opened the car door and got out. He saw Ah Ning, who had regained her cold and aloof demeanor. He put his arm around her slender waist and asked as they walked towards the villa entrance, "Is everything cleaned up?"

"Hmm." Ah Ning, with her cold and beautiful appearance, exuded a mysterious and dangerous attraction. The moment she raised her eyes, her gaze was like a sharp blade cutting through the air, cold and sharp, yet it revealed a trace of tenderness in her fleeting smile. Every frown and smile was enough to make people fall in love with her.

Entering the villa, A Ning turned around and closed the door, following Gao Dongxu, who was smiling and looking around the villa.

At the villa entrance, Ru Xin and Ru Qing, both dressed in black combat uniforms, smiled when they saw Gao Dongxu, their usually icy faces breaking into smiles.

"Are you alright?" Gao Dongxu looked at the two sisters and asked softly with a smile.

"No, they're all useless—" Ru Qing stepped forward, smiling sweetly as she took Gao Dongxu's arm, and said arrogantly.

"Hehe." Gao Dongxu smelled the faint gunpowder scent on Ru Qing's body, finding it more alluring than any perfume.

With a sweet smile, Ru Xin opened the door to the villa, and Gao Dongxu and the other three stepped into the villa, which reeked of blood.

Looking at the four slumped corpses of bodyguards in the living room, and the two still-bleeding bodies lying on the stairs, Gao Dongxu laughed and said, "Where's that damn Chen Sheng?"

“My brother and Xiao Ning took him to the study,” Aning said.

"A study?" Gao Dongxu raised an eyebrow, looked at A Ning, and smiled. "Is there anything special about it?"

"You'll see when you see it." Aning kept everyone in suspense for a moment, then walked ahead and led Gao Dongxu and the Ruxin and Ruqing sisters up the stairs to the door of the study on the second floor.

"Knock knock, it's me—" Ah Ning knocked on the door twice, then called out, and the tightly closed door was opened from the inside.

"Brother-in-law—" Jiang Zisuan, dressed in a black combat uniform and holding a silenced pistol in one hand, called out to Gao Dongxu.

"Hmm." Gao Dongxu stepped into the Chinese classical study, which was about 100 square meters in size. He glanced at Chen Dazhi, who was bound hand and foot, gagged with a strip of cloth, wearing only a pair of shorts, looking extremely disheveled and terrified, but with his eyes tightly closed and constantly whimpering. His attention was then drawn to the various antiques, calligraphy and paintings, porcelain Buddha heads, and other items displayed in the study.

"Good heavens—" Gao Dongxu walked to a display shelf, took off his gloves, and picked up a plum vase with a white glaze, ivory-white in color, smooth, clear and even, and felt very cool to the touch.

“A Northern Song Dynasty Ding kiln dragon-patterned plum vase, it’s real—” Gao Dongxu glanced at Chen Dazhi, who was lying on the carpet, whimpering and banging his head on the carpet, and laughed. Then he picked up a blue and white porcelain vase, from the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty, which was also real.

After handling a few more pieces, all of which were genuine, Gao Dongxu raised an eyebrow as he looked at the room full of at least four or five hundred antique paintings and calligraphy. If they were all genuine, then this Chen Dazhi was truly a great collector.

"Let go of his mouth—" Gao Dongxu said to Jiang Zisuan as he sat down in a rosewood armchair, holding a burl-shaped Gongchun teapot and playing with it in his hand.

Jiang Zisuan stepped forward and ripped open the tightly sealed towel. The next moment, Chen Dazhi began to beg for mercy.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me! I have money, we can talk things over, I can give you a lot of money..."

(End of this chapter)