Chapter 85

Zhang Yuanqing quickly scanned the large hall of the villa and then sprinted towards the second floor.

He stopped at the entrance of the second-floor staircase. The door of the room at the far end of the corridor was tightly closed.

A tall and muscular middle-aged man stood at the door, wearing a black vest, with bulging muscles and a fierce expression, resembling a thug or bodyguard from a movie.

The villa was eerily quiet, with no one else around except for the muscular man guarding the door.

"Wang Qian's sister should be inside. Xiahou Tianyuan brought her here. If he had kept her with him, it would have been easier to catch both of them, and I could have directly called Fu Qingyang."

He poked his head out to observe the layout of the second floor. In his direction, there was a surveillance camera directly facing the room where the muscular man stood.

If I were Xiahou Tianyuan, I would definitely have someone monitor the surveillance camera 24/7, and any abnormality would immediately trigger support. Zhang Yuanqing silently pulled his head back.

At this moment, the night patrol time was over. He leaned against the wall by the staircase, recovering his strength while thinking.

Given the current situation, there were two options to choose from.

Option one: Leave quietly and notify Fu Qingyang to send people to rescue the "hostage."

Option two: Eliminate the gang and take Wang Qian's sister away.

The first option seemed more stable, but once the official enforcers got involved, his identity in this matter would inevitably be exposed.

Xiahou Tianyuan would know that it was the great Primordial Celestial who disrupted his plan.

In the past, Zhang Yuanqing wouldn't have been afraid, given his merits and multiple trump cards. However, with the example of Wang Qian's sister, he had to consider whether the ruthless Xiahou Tianyuan would investigate his identity and target his family.

Car accidents, sudden deaths—these methods couldn't be handled through legal procedures.

And he hadn't yet formulated a solid plan to assassinate Xiahou Tianyuan.

In comparison, the second option was more reliable, provided he could resolve the situation quickly without exposing his identity. Xiahou Tianyuan would first suspect the people from the Zisha Palace, not the great Primordial Celestial.

Zhang Yuanqing carefully considered the feasibility of the second option:

"Xiahou Tianyuan wouldn't assign a Saint Realm person to guard an ordinary person. This level of enforcer wouldn't do such dirty work. The maximum would be a Level 3 enforcer. The Xiahou family is a Scholar profession family, so they wouldn't lack props. There must be someone controlling at least one prop in this group.

"The middle-aged muscular man at the door gives me the feeling of being a Fire Master, with a deep aura. The others outside have weaker auras, so he is likely the strongest."

After weighing the options, he decided to take the risk. First, he would quickly eliminate the three people outside, then, before Xiahou Tianyuan's people arrived, he would take out the muscular man at the door.

A Level 3 Fire Master with a prop is very powerful, a challenge for him.

"If it doesn't work, I'll use the red veil, but I need to ensure no traces are left," Zhang Yuanqing muttered to himself, "After all, she is the mother of my child."

He chose to rescue the hostage alone, not for Wang Qian, but half for the anger and revenge against the Xiahou family, and half for Xiaodoubi.

By training someone else's son as a spirit servant, he considered it a way to repay the favor.

After clarifying his thoughts, Zhang Yuanqing opened his inventory and took out the disguise ring.

He had already figured out the functions and limitations of the ring. By wearing the ring and visualizing someone's appearance in his mind, he could transform into that person's appearance.

The limitation was that he couldn't change his gender or become more handsome than his original appearance.

[Note: Do you not know what you look like?]

Wearing the ring, Zhang Yuanqing visualized Xiahou Tianyuan's appearance in his mind. A few seconds later, his face distorted like ripples in water. When the ripples calmed, he had transformed into Xiahou Tianyuan's appearance.

Entering the night patrol state, he quietly went downstairs.

In the backyard, three middle-aged men were sitting around a round table, basking in the late spring sun, drinking beer, eating food, and chatting.

"Speaking of which, that woman is quite attractive," the middle-aged man with a large belly, gently stroking his stomach, urged his companions with a grin, "Brothers, why don't we have some fun? Young Master Tianyuan is just using her as a bargaining chip. As long as she doesn't die, he won't care about these things."

The two companions didn't bite, one eating grilled meat and the other drinking beer, saying, "Sure, you can call and ask for permission. If Young Master Tianyuan has no objections, then we'll go in and take care of her."

The middle-aged man with a large belly laughed, "I'm just bored, looking for some fun."

Suddenly, his expression froze, his eyes fixed on the living room. On the thick carpet by the living room door, a pair of new red dance shoes were moving up and down.

The scene was eerie and terrifying.

The middle-aged man's pupils contracted, and he urgently warned, "Behind you, behind you!"

The two middle-aged men were startled and quickly turned around.

While their attention was drawn to the red dance shoes, Zhang Yuanqing appeared behind the middle-aged man with a large belly. He covered the man's mouth with his left hand and held the Bloodthirsty Blade in his right hand, lightly slicing the carotid artery.

The two middle-aged men heard a muffled "mumble" and immediately turned around, seeing the middle-aged man with a large belly with a terrified expression, blood gushing from his neck, and a young man with a blood-splattered face.

"Young Master Tianyuan?" The two men were shocked.

In the moment of shock, they wasted too much time. Zhang Yuanqing swung his knife at the chest of the middle-aged man on the left.

The man instinctively tried to grab the knife, but missed, and the willow blade shattered like an illusion.

Illusion.

In the next moment, he felt a chill in his back, and blood gushed out.

"Night, Night Patrol God?" He angrily and unwillingly said this, slowly collapsing to the ground.

On the other side, the last kidnapper was about to react when he saw the eerie red dance shoes coming towards him.

He instinctively swung his fist, but heard a "crack" as the bones in his wrist broke through the skin, his fist hanging limply.

Bang, bang, bang!

The red dance shoes, moving at high speed, continuously and forcefully stomped on the kidnapper's chest.

The middle-aged kidnapper was thrown back and couldn't get up again.

The entire process took less than ten seconds.

Zhang Yuanqing walked forward, plunging the Bloodthirsty Blade into the last kidnapper's chest, allowing the demonic weapon to absorb the essence and blood.

Holding the hilt, he felt a surge of hot and powerful energy flow into his body.

The slight fatigue from the continuous night patrol dissipated, and his physical state even surpassed his usual peak.

The Bloodthirsty Blade's passive ability—Bloodthirst.

Zhang Yuanqing, holding the Bloodthirsty Blade, boldly entered the living room. Just as he stepped onto the soft carpet, a swift flash of fire appeared by the door, blowing up his head.

But this was just an illusion.

The muscular man in the black vest had put on red fingerless gloves at some point. His punch missed, and he looked slightly stunned.

At this moment, the real Zhang Yuanqing appeared ghost-like behind the muscular man, stabbing him in the back.

The Night Patrol God's attack was silent and unpredictable. However, the moment the blade pierced the skin and muscle, the Fire Master reacted with astonishing speed, lunging forward.

"Night Patrol God" The muscular man in the black vest rolled to his feet, raising an eyebrow, "You're not Young Master Tianyuan, who are you?"

At least he's bleeding... Zhang Yuanqing ignored the man's words, closed the living room door, and then concealed himself, waiting for an opportunity.

At the same time, he quietly took out the Toad Cauldron, kicked it under the sofa, and gave the red dance shoes the command to pursue and kill.

Tap, tap, tap... The red dance shoes moved quickly, rushing towards the middle-aged muscular man. Zhang Yuanqing took the opportunity to circle around from the left, trying to attack the Fire Master from both sides with the red dance shoes.

If he had more time, he could have replicated his performance in the underground garage, killing Ou Xiangrong. Unfortunately, not every battle had such favorable conditions.

"Hmph!"

The muscular man in the black vest coldly snorted, his gloved hands bursting into flames, and he punched towards the red dance shoes.

He soon experienced the helplessness of his dead companions. The flames and fists passed through the attacking dance shoes, followed by two "bangs" as his chest was hit with intense pain.

The sudden impact made his heart momentarily stop, and he staggered backward.

Opportunity!

Zhang Yuanqing crouched low, leaping like a cheetah towards the enemy. At this moment, he saw the muscular man in the black vest plant his heel to stabilize himself, and his fists collided fiercely at his chest.

"Boom!"

It was like a high-explosive grenade detonating, with heat waves and shockwaves ravaging the large living room. The carpet, sofa, and wooden cabinet were set ablaze, with high flames rising.

Zhang Yuanqing was also blown away, his body aching almost to the point of fainting, his hair singed, his clothes on fire, and his face showing black and red burns.

The muscular man in the black vest's face turned pale, seemingly affected by the explosion's backlash. He fiercely pounced forward, his back muscles bulging, and his right arm pulled back into a fist.

Snap! The air seemed to tear.

In a semi-dazed state, Zhang Yuanqing couldn't dodge, so he chose the most correct response, reaching out to grab a yellow gem from the air.

In the next moment, the fierce punch landed on his face.

Thud, thud, thud—muffled sounds echoed in Zhang Yuanqing's ears, each punch heavier than the last, landing on his face and chest.

He seemed to have forgotten to resist, staggering backward, each step heavy as if carrying a mountain.

A yellowish glow enveloped his body, rippling in small waves. The force of the punches, through the defense of the "Steady One" gem, poured onto him, painful but bearable.

Tap, tap, tap!

The red dance shoes came to rescue their ineffective master, stomping forcefully on the Fire Master's waist.

Zhang Yuanqing finally seized the opportunity, immediately retracting the gem, and thrusting his knife forward, aiming for the Fire Master's abdomen.

At this moment, the muscular man in the black vest burst into flames and disappeared from Zhang Yuanqing's sight.

The next second, he reappeared in the flames not far behind Zhang Yuanqing.

Fire Walker!

The muscular man in the black vest, after reappearing, immediately kicked out a fiery ball.

The heat from behind forced Zhang Yuanqing to dive forward, letting the fireball pass over his head and crash into the nearby wall, leaving a large scorched mark.

Just as he dove, he hadn't had time to enter the night patrol state when the second and third fireballs came in quick succession.

Zhang Yuanqing rolled to the side, avoiding the first fireball, but the second one hit his waist, instantly setting his clothes on fire and causing intense pain.

Boom, boom!

The explosions gave him a moment to catch his breath, and Zhang Yuanqing's rolling figure disappeared.

The muscular man in the black vest dodged a direct stomp, suddenly feeling a chill on his head. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Night Patrol God, disguised as Young Master Tianyuan, quietly appearing on the left, swinging his knife.

"Hmph, ghostly tricks!"

This time, he didn't attack directly but flicked a line of fire, easily shooting through the attacking Night Patrol God, making the figure dissipate into an illusion.

But at that moment, the muscular man in the black vest's vision went dark.

He was startled and immediately decided to collide his fists at his chest, creating a terrifying flame and shockwave.

Boom!

The shockwave shattered the TV, overturned the potted plants, and set the living room ablaze.

The muscular man in the black vest, no longer being attacked, breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, his vision returned, and the chill on his head was gone.

Suddenly, an itch crept up his throat, and he couldn't help but cough. The more