Chinese martial arts: From being shot and killed by the armed police during a mountain search to bec

Young Master Mo's military vehicle stopped in front of a detached house in the west of the city. The house was not large, but the walls were high and the iron gate was tightly closed, clearly indicating that it was a carefully chosen place to stay.

Young Master Mo strode through the door, carrying Xu Wanqing in one hand and pushing Xu Wanting with the other.

Xu Wanqing staggered, her makeup ruined, lipstick smeared on her chin like a bloodstain. Xu Wanting lowered her head, her steps unsteady, as if her soul had been ripped away.

A dozen armed soldiers jumped out of the vehicle and quickly deployed under the command of their adjutant. Two soldiers were stationed at the main gate, one at each of the four corners of the courtyard wall, two at the entrance to the main hall, and two in the backyard. The defenses were tight and impenetrable.

A soldier instinctively followed Young Master Mo's footsteps toward the main hall, but his adjutant grabbed him, saying, "What are you doing? Young Master hates being disturbed when he's on business. Are you looking for death?"

The soldier shuddered, chuckled, and retreated, saying, "I forgot, I forgot. Thanks for reminding me, sir."

The adjutant glared at him and reassigned him to a corner by the courtyard wall.

In the bedroom behind the main hall, Young Master Mo threw the two women onto the bed, pulled out a chair, sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and slowly sipped it.

He glanced at the two trembling figures on the bed and sneered, "They're quite well-behaved. I hate those so-called chaste and virtuous women the most; they ruin my fun."

Xu Wanqing trembled all over, her teeth chattering. She watched as Young Master Mo finished his tea, stood up, and walked step by step toward the bedside.

Young Master Mo grabbed Xu Wanqing's chin and lifted her face: "Serve me well tonight, and I might spare your lives."

Xu Wanqing forced a stiff smile, twisted her body, and said in a sickeningly sweet voice, "Young Master... I... I will serve you well..."

"Your smile is a bit unsightly." Young Master Mo gently patted her cheek. "I don't like it."

Xu Wanqing's smile froze on her face.

Young Master Mo stopped looking at her and turned to reach out his hand to Xu Wanting.

Xu Wanting remained huddled in the corner of the bed, her hands hidden behind her back, trembling. Just as Young Master Mo's hand was about to touch her, she suddenly pulled a dagger from her bosom and stabbed it straight at Young Master Mo's wrist.

Ever since the Xu family suffered misfortune, she had felt somewhat insecure and always carried a dagger for self-defense, never expecting it to come in handy now.

Young Master Mo reacted quickly, withdrawing his hand and retreating, clearly indicating that he also had some martial arts skills.

The dagger missed its mark, tearing his sleeve instead.

Xu Wanting did not pursue. She pressed the blade against her snow-white neck, tears welling up in her eyes and sliding down her cheeks.

Her voice trembled, "Even if I die, I will never let you succeed!"

Young Master Mo remained expressionless, drew his gun, and fired.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out in the room, shaking the candlesticks.

Xu Wanting's eyes widened, her lips slightly parted as if she wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Her body fell backward onto the bed, blood gushing from the bullet hole in her neck, instantly soaking the bed.

Her eyes were still open, but her pupils had already dilated.

Young Master Mo sheathed his gun and said calmly, "Then you can die. I told you, I hate chaste and virtuous women the most."

Xu Wanqing slumped to the corner of the bed, staring at her sister's corpse, feeling as if all her strength had been drained away. Her lips trembled, but no sound came out.

Hurried footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by a knock: "Young Master? What's wrong?"

Without turning his head, Young Master Mo said, "It's nothing. I just dealt with a worthless scoundrel."

He had barely finished speaking—

"Bang!"

The door was kicked open, and the entire door panel flew out, smashing into the opposite wall and shattering into several pieces.

Young Master Mo whirled around, his hand on the gun handle: "Didn't I say—"

His words caught in his throat.

A corpse came hurtling in from outside the door, hurtling straight toward him.

Young Master Mo instinctively dodged to the side. The corpse grazed his shoulder, crashed into the wall behind him, and slid down softly. It was a soldier guarding the gate, his neck twisted at an unnatural angle, already dead.

Just as Young Master Mo's hand touched the gun handle, a dark shadow appeared right in front of him in a flash.

It's as fast as a ghost.

Chen Hongwu's hand reached out, his five fingers like dragon claws, gripping Young Master Mo's throat. A surge of hidden strength erupted, his finger force penetrating...

"Snap!"

The throat bone was fractured.

Young Master Mo's eyes bulged out, his mouth opened, but no sound came out. His hand was still on the gun handle, unable to pull it out.

One breath, and he was dead.

Chen Hongwu released his grip, and Young Master Mo's body slumped to the ground, his eyes open as if staring at the ceiling.

Xu Wanqing sprang from the bed, her eyes gleaming with an unprecedented light: "Hongwu! You finally—"

Chen Hongwu did not look at her.

With a flick of his spear, a cold glint flashed across his throat.

"laugh!"

Blood splattered.

Xu Wanqing's eyes widened, filled with resentment and malice.

Her lips moved with difficulty, as if she wanted to say "You'll die a horrible death," but no sound came out.

Her body went limp and she fell down next to Xu Wanting; the two sisters lay side by side.

Chen Hongwu holstered his gun, his expression calm.

Outside the door, footsteps sounded like a dense rain. Three soldiers appeared in the doorway, their eyes sweeping into the room before their pupils contracted sharply.

Unsure of Mo's fate, they suppressed the urge to raise their guns and shoot.

The leader hissed, "Take him down! Alive!"

The three of them rushed in at the same time.

Their movements were swift, their steps steady, and their breath sharp. Two men charged straight at Chen Hongwu, while one bypassed the battlefield and ran towards the fallen Young Master Mo.

Chen Hongwu remained silent, stepping forward to meet them. His spear vibrated as he thrust it forward, the entire spear seeming like a living dragon, swiftly piercing the vital points of the three men.

laugh!

The three of them stopped in their tracks and fell to the ground almost simultaneously with a thud.

Let alone the fact that the three of them had only reached the level of Ming Jin, even if they were masters of An Jin, they would be doomed to die if they faced Chen Hongwu's spear!