At thirty, I started my comeback from the intelligence system.

The upstairs room is probably the bedroom and study. It's normal for wealthy people to value privacy and not allow people to go up there.

She wasn't highly educated, didn't watch local news much, and didn't care about politics. All she knew was that the boss was very rich and did "big business."

She didn't ask what exactly she was doing, nor did she dare to ask.

Every time they come, they just bury themselves in their work, take the money, and leave.

"The weather is nice today, so I opened the windows to let in some fresh air. I'll close them for you when I leave."

Yu Xiulian added that she tried her best to be considerate, which is a basic professional quality expected of a top-notch cleaner.

"Okay!" Lu Jingxiang seemed to be in a so-so mood. He didn't say much and went straight to the stairs to go upstairs.

His mood was not calm today. The news of Lu Jiahao's death had arrived, which was a blessing in disguise.

But Liu Hui's setback at the Royal Palace Nightclub, Lu Shiming's humiliation at the Hanfeng board meeting, and the mess within the Mu family... all require him to calm down and think things through carefully.

The upper floor of this villa not only houses his "treasures" accumulated over the years, which must never be exposed to the light, but is also his only private space where he can completely relax and strategize.

Watching Lu Jingxiang's figure disappear upstairs, Yu Xiulian breathed a sigh of relief and continued washing up in the bathroom.

She was thinking to herself that she should hurry up and finish the rest of the work. Sister Cui had asked her yesterday if she was free today, and wanted to go and check out the newly opened discount supermarket together.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the Hengda Garden villa area, next to a sparsely populated tree-lined avenue, a mud-covered, inconspicuous, old silver van sat quietly in the shadow of the dense green belt.

The car windows were covered with dark sun protection film, making it impossible to see inside from the outside.

Inside the car, Li Yilong was pale, his lips were chapped, and his ill-fitting, oversized jacket concealed his bandaged wounds.

Although his gunshot wound to the left shoulder and the knife wound to the outside of his thigh had been treated with simple hemostasis, the pain and blood loss still left him extremely weak. Yet his eyes, like those of a dying lone wolf, were filled with resentment, vigilance, and a desperate ruthlessness.

He stared intently at the villa number 301 not far away.

My gaze pierced through the broken rearview mirror of the bread truck and the gaps in the branches, locking onto it firmly!

After falling into the river yesterday, he managed to climb ashore at an abandoned dock downstream, thanks to his strong swimming skills and a bit of luck, thus saving his life.

But the icy river water and the fierce battle aggravated his injuries.

He dared not go to the hospital, nor contact any contacts that might be monitored. He could only hide like a rat in a sewer, using the little cash he had left to buy some basic medicine and food, and then steal the nearly scrapped van.

He hated it! He hated Lu Jiahao for betraying him after using him, and he hated the Lu family even more!

He was convinced that the Lu family had betrayed him and Boss Huang, wanting to monopolize the profits, and even using him as a scapegoat!

The incident at the dock has blown up too much. In order to protect themselves, the Lu family will definitely eliminate all those who know the truth!

I may never be able to return to Xingcheng!

He was unwilling to die like a stray dog!

He wants revenge! Even if it means death, he'll take a piece of flesh from the Lu family!

Heaven has eyes! He learned from the news that Lu Jingxiang had a public inspection event in the east of the city this morning.

Li Yilong, barely holding on, lay in ambush outside the inspection site, like the most patient hunter, waiting.

Of course, he didn't approach rashly. Instead, he carefully observed from a distance using a stolen, worn-out pair of binoculars, noting down the license plate and Lu Jingxiang's physical characteristics.

After the inspection, he didn't lose track of the car, maintaining a very close distance and keeping a long-range view of the Audi A8, eventually following it to the villa area.

He couldn't get into the residential area, but he remembered the location.

After circling around the perimeter of the residential area, he found this relatively secluded spot that offered a view of the side of Villa 301.

"Lu Jingxiang..." Li Yilong licked his dry, bleeding lips, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, and muttered to himself in a hoarse and unpleasant voice.

"That old fox... I knew such a place existed... He really hid it well..."

He observed for a while and confirmed that, apart from Lu Jingxiang, there seemed to be only a middle-aged woman who looked like a cleaner going in and out of the villa, so the security was not particularly tight.

Could this be an opportunity?

He needs to go in!

Find something that can blackmail Lu Jingxiang, or at least deal a heavy blow to the Lu family!

Or... just find an opportunity to kidnap Lu Jingxiang, find out the truth, and then kill him...

A crazy and dangerous plan took shape in his mind.

He glanced at the sky, then touched the old, imitation Type 54 pistol he had picked up from the dock, which only had three bullets left.

Wait!

Wait until that cleaning staff leaves!

Let's wait until it gets a little darker!

Wait until Lu Jingxiang lowers his guard!

He stood like a cold stone statue, huddled in the musty, blood-stained carriage, his eyes fixed on the villa, burning with the flames of revenge.

Inside the villa, time slipped away quietly amidst the sounds of Yu Xiulian diligently wiping.

Yu Xiulian had just diluted dish soap with water and wiped the greasy stove and a small tiled floor next to it until they shone. She was humming an unknown tune as she picked up a bucket and a rag to wipe the glass door of the dining room.

She didn't notice at all that a hand stained with mud and blood had silently pried open a larger gap in a screen window on the side of the villa that she had left slightly ajar for "ventilation" leading to the small garden.

Despite the excruciating pain of his wounds being torn apart, and with cold sweat pouring down his forehead, Li Yilong, relying on his extraordinary willpower and quick assessment of the terrain, emerged from the shadows of the green belt on the side of the villa, nimbly vaulting over the low fence like a raccoon cat, and landing on the soft lawn.

He saw the slightly ajar screen window and was secretly delighted.

God helps me too!

He listened intently, and could only faintly hear the sound of water and a woman humming a song inside the villa. It seemed that Lu Jingxiang was not downstairs.

He has to hurry!

While the cleaning staff is elsewhere, quickly sneak in!

He touched the pistol in his pocket; the cold touch gave him a morbid courage.

Holding his breath, Li Yilong carefully parted the screen window, first stepping in with his less injured right leg onto the cold tile floor of the kitchen.

Good, no sound! He slowly squeezed his whole body in, his eyes quickly scanning the kitchen—clean and tidy, empty, with humming and the sound of water coming from another direction.

He breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to take the second step, venturing deeper into the villa.

However, just as his left foot lifted and was about to land—

"Swoosh—!"

My foot suddenly slipped!

The tiled floor, which Yu Xiulian had scrubbed too clean with dish soap and water, and which was even a little slippery, became an unexpected trap for him!

Li Yilong was already unstable due to his serious injuries. Caught off guard, he lost his balance instantly, cried out in surprise, and fell backward!

"Clang! Thud!"

His back and the back of his head slammed solidly into the built-in double-door refrigerator behind him, producing a dull thud.

That wasn't all. On top of the refrigerator, a heavy cast iron enamel baking pan that Yu Xiulian had casually placed there while wiping it and hadn't had time to put back in its place was shaken off by the impact and fell down!

"Bang!"

Without deliberate bias, accompanied by a dull whistling sound, the heavy bottom of the pot precisely kissed the back of Li Yilong's head, which was still buzzing from bumping into the refrigerator.

"Uh..." Li Yilong's eyes rolled back suddenly, and a short, unintelligible gasp escaped his throat. All his vengeful rage, meticulous infiltration plan, pain, and resentment vanished under the successive physical blows.

He slid down the refrigerator door like a lump of mud and fell to the ground, completely losing consciousness.

The gun slipped from his arms and fell to the smooth tile floor with a thud, looking particularly glaring.