Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

Even in his final moments, the fourth brother remained in the position of pulling the trigger.

His gaze passed through the gaps in the vine shield and landed on the man standing ten meters away.

Liu Zhen still had his right hand outstretched, the tiny arcs of electricity still flickering at his fingertips, his expression ferocious.

Before him, the shield woven from countless vines was slowly unfolding, its branches drooping downwards with gravity, like a living thing that had completed its mission, gradually returning to silence.

The fourth brother's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but only a hoarse, leaky sound came out of his throat.

He never understood how the electrician managed to do it, even though he was wearing the best insulating suit and was ten meters away.

His eyes were open, but the pupils slowly dilated, losing all their luster.

The corridor finally returned to silence.

Eight corpses lay scattered on the ground, some still holding their guns, others face down on the floor, blood and foam spilling from their mouths, staining the carpet beneath them.

The air was filled with the acrid smell of ozone, mixed with a faint stench of blood and the bitter taste of plant sap, so eerie it made one want to vomit.

Some of the vines scattered on the ground were still wriggling slightly, then gradually came to a standstill, lost their vitality, and turned into ordinary withered branches and fallen leaves.

Liu Zhen withdrew his hand, propped himself up on his knees, and gasped for breath. Cold sweat streamed down his face, dripping onto the floor and leaving small wet patches.

This move was too much of a drain. In order to generate a sufficiently strong coupling electric field, he almost exhausted nearly a third of his biomass energy. His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his chest, and his limbs were feeling slightly weak.

He turned around and looked at the shadow at the end of the corridor.

A thin figure was squatting there, the hem of his trench coat covering his knees, and he was pressing his temples with his hand, clearly exhausted.

The figure raised its head and nodded almost imperceptibly in his direction.

Liu Zhen nodded as well.

There's no need to say thank you, or say anything extra.

Their lives were intertwined from the day they decided to join forces for revenge.

He straightened up, wiped the cold sweat from his face, stepped over the corpses scattered on the ground, and continued walking deeper into the corridor.

The soles of their shoes stepped over sticky bloodstains, leaving a trail of dark red footprints as they approached Han Dongcheng's master bedroom step by step.

……

A little earlier in time, in the master bedroom, Han Dongcheng suddenly sat up in bed.

The alarm blared like needles piercing my ears; the alarms were going off throughout the building, causing the ceiling lights to sway slightly.

He instinctively reached for the walkie-talkie on the bedside table, and just as his fingers touched the cold plastic casing, gunshots rang out from outside.

It came from the second floor.

Han Dongcheng stood barefoot on the carpet, holding the walkie-talkie, his blood seemingly frozen in that instant.

He held his breath and counted the number of gunshots.

One sound, two sounds, three sounds...

Then it suddenly stopped.

The entire process, from the sound of the bell to its cessation, lasts no more than two seconds.

There was a deathly silence on the walkie-talkie. Lao Si didn't report, Jiang Jianping didn't report, nobody reported.

Only the hissing of electricity could be heard, like the cold laughter of death from the other end.

So many people, fully armed, even equipped with anti-electric shock gear, just like that, gone?

Han Dongcheng's hands began to tremble, his fingertips pressing so hard they almost dug into the plastic casing of the walkie-talkie.

He knew all too well the strength of Jiang Jianping and Lao Si; they were ruthless characters who had fought on the border for ten years, and ordinary dozen strong men couldn't even get close to them.

The fact that Liu Zhen could take them down in two seconds, leaving them no time to report, shows that Liu Zhen's abilities are far more terrifying than he had anticipated.

There was no time to hesitate.

He threw the walkie-talkie aside and rushed barefoot toward the pear wood decorative cabinet in the corner of the bedroom.

He shoved the cabinet open, revealing a hidden door on the wall behind it, with a black fingerprint recognition panel gleaming coldly.

He pressed his right hand on it, a green light flashed, the lock clicked open, and the hidden door slid to the side along the track, revealing a dark secret passage inside. A damp, cold air rushed out.

This was an escape tunnel he had built long ago, leading directly to the underground garage. Even if the entire manor was surrounded, he could still escape smoothly from here.

Han Dongcheng plunged into the secret passage, and the hidden door behind him closed automatically, locking itself shut with a click, keeping the alarm bells and the smell of blood outside to the other side.

There were no lights in the secret passage, and he ran down in the dark, stepping on something hard that hurt painfully, but he didn't care to look.

My heart was pounding wildly in my chest, almost shattering my ribs, and my breathing was as labored as a bellows.

Faster, faster.

All you have to do is run to the underground parking garage, get into that modified car, and you can drive straight out.

There's a satellite phone and weapons in the car; as long as we can escape, we'll be safe.

I was too careless this time. I used myself as bait and didn't expect the fish I caught to be so big.

Even if Liu Zhen is incredibly skilled, he can't possibly chase after a car and use electric shocks, can he?

His footsteps echoed through the narrow passage, one after another, striking his own eardrums like a death knell.

The area behind him, near the hidden door, was eerily quiet, a quietness that made him uneasy.

He dared not look back, and could only run forward desperately. In the darkness, only his heavy breathing and footsteps could be heard.

Unbeknownst to him, the moment he rushed into the secret passage, the leaves of the potted green ivy outside the bedroom window suddenly twitched slightly.

Slender vines meandered down the corner of the wall, reaching the crack of the hidden door, as if confirming something.

At the other end of the manor, Meng Zhaowen leaned against the wall and slowly opened her eyes.

The tactile sensation of resonating with the plant still lingered on his fingertips. The message transmitted back by that green ivy was clear: Han Dongcheng had run away, entered the secret passage, and gone to the underground parking garage.

Meng Zhaowen raised his hand to wipe the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Maintaining the vine shield had taken too much effort, and the backlash of his mental energy had caused him some internal injuries.

He leaned against the wall to stand up, and through the vibrations of the plants, whispered four words to Liu Zhen:

He went to the garage.

Liu Zhen paused for a moment in the corridor ahead.

He looked up at the staircase at the end of the corridor, which led to the underground parking garage.

run?

Can you escape?

A cold smile curled at the corner of Liu Zhen's lips, and a dark blue arc of electricity once again leaped from his palm, illuminating the inextinguishable flame of revenge deep in his eyes.

Instead of heading towards the master bedroom, he turned and walked towards the stairs, his steps firm, one step at a time, towards the underground parking garage.

Han Dongcheng was waiting for him in the underground parking garage.

This hunt is only just beginning to reach its most exciting part.