Chapter 50

Fang Nanxiang drove the luxury car back to the entrance of the Zhao family villa with Ye Chenfeng. In the past, whenever Fang Nanxiang returned, the iron gate would be opened by the security guards. Today, even after honking several times, the iron gate remained motionless.

"Mr. Ye, please wait in the car. I'll get out and check the situation," Fang Nanxiang said as he got out of the car.

Ye Chenfeng couldn't bear to wait in the car any longer. As soon as he stepped out, he felt a killing intent lock onto him.

His soul power immediately increased, sensing the source of the killing intent. Soon, he discovered the problem: a sniper with a machine gun was crouching on a tree 20 meters to his right!

Fortunately, his soul power had already broken through to the third level, making his perception of surrounding dangers five to six times better than before. If his soul power was still at the second level, he might have been shot in the head without even knowing what happened!

The sniper crouched on the tree branch aimed at Fang Nanxiang. In his perception, Fang Nanxiang was much more dangerous than the young man Ye Chenfeng, so he naturally chose to deal with Fang Nanxiang first.

Ye Chenfeng squatted down, pretending to tie his shoelaces, and picked up a small stone from the ground. As he stood up, he pushed his third-level soul power to the limit, and with a sudden burst of strength from his palm, the small stone flew toward the sniper on the tree branch like a bullet.

With a "pu" sound, the small stone accurately embedded itself in the sniper's forehead, and the sniper instantly lost his life, falling from the tree.

Ye Chenfeng walked over and picked up the sniper's machine gun. The commotion caught Fang Nanxiang's attention. When he ran over and saw the sniper lying dead on the ground, his surprise was evident. He asked, "Mr. Ye, what, what happened?"

"Just now, this sniper was about to take us out, but I got to him first. I think something must have happened inside the Zhao family villa," Ye Chenfeng deduced.

Fang Nanxiang looked at Ye Chenfeng with a mix of shock and doubt. He had once been an elite member of a special forces unit, yet he hadn't sensed any danger at all. If it weren't for Ye Chenfeng, he knew he would likely be dead.

"Mr. Ye, what should we do next?" Fang Nanxiang instinctively looked to Ye Chenfeng for leadership.

"Brother Fang, I think there are people lying in wait in the villa's garden. If we rush in recklessly, we'll be riddled with bullets," Ye Chenfeng said, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings. Suddenly, his gaze fixed on a large tree not far away. He quickly said, "Brother Fang, stay here and wait for me. I have a way to deal with the ambush inside."

Ye Chenfeng ran to the tree and leaped onto the branch in a few swift movements. From the branch, he could clearly see the entire garden of the villa. He saw five black-clad men with rifles lying in the grass. The villa's security guards had already been shot in the head and lay in pools of blood.

Ye Chenfeng aimed the machine gun at the five black-clad men lying in the grass and fired five consecutive shots. The five bullets flew out like meteors.

"pu! pu! pu! pu! pu!"

The bullets accurately hit the heads of the five men. Since the gun was equipped with a silencer, the noise was minimal. Ye Chenfeng carefully checked again to ensure there were no more ambushes in the garden before nimbly jumping down from the tree.

"Brother Fang, the ambush in the garden has been dealt with. We can go in now," Ye Chenfeng said, leaping over the iron gate and entering the garden.

Fang Nanxiang followed Ye Chenfeng closely. When he entered the villa and saw the black-clad men in the grass, all of whom had been shot in the head, his expression became incredibly complex. He realized that this young man, Ye Chenfeng, was truly amazing. Not only was he skilled in medicine and martial arts, but his marksmanship was also incredibly accurate. Even the sharpshooters in the special forces unit he had once been part of might not have been as accurate as Ye Chenfeng.

"Brother Fang, there might still be an ambush inside the villa. We need to be careful," Ye Chenfeng reminded him.

Fang Nanxiang nodded and said, "Mr. Ye, rest assured, I won't be a burden to you."

Fang Nanxiang picked up a rifle from one of the dead black-clad men. As he held the rifle, the blood in his body boiled again, as if he had returned to the days when he and his comrades went on missions. He still enjoyed that thrilling and exciting life and still yearned to improve his strength.

Ye Chenfeng and Fang Nanxiang carefully entered the villa's hall. The hall was very quiet, with no one around, and Ye Chenfeng also didn't sense any danger.

His first thought was to go to the second-floor room to check if his Yun Teng mushroom was still intact. When he received his uncle's call for help, he had left the Yun Teng mushroom in the room, thinking he would return soon.

With the gun aimed forward, he bent down and moved cautiously. When he reached the room where he had stayed for one night, he didn't encounter any danger. Opening the door, he saw the Yun Teng mushroom scattered on the ground, trampled and destroyed. His anger immediately surged.

You must know that the Yun Teng mushroom was crucial for his strength improvement. Now, improving his strength was his top priority. How could someone destroy his Yun Teng mushroom? Wasn't this hindering his strength improvement?

"Who the hell did this? Who the hell did this? Damn, damn, damn."

Fang Nanxiang, standing behind Ye Chenfeng, broke out in a cold sweat. At that moment, the overwhelming aura from Ye Chenfeng made him feel as if he couldn't breathe. How terrifying was Ye Chenfeng's strength? Fang Nanxiang had already estimated the lower limit of Ye Chenfeng's strength, but the other party's performance kept exceeding his expectations.

The one who trampled the Yun Teng mushroom was Wan Kai. After controlling the Zhao family, he had come to Ye Chenfeng's room. When he saw the Yun Teng mushroom on the bed, he was furious and threw it on the floor, trampling it to pieces.

At that moment, in Zhao Wanting's room.

Wan Kai sat patiently in a chair, watching Zhao Wanting as the drug's effects gradually took hold. He wanted to wait until Zhao Wanting begged him personally. Many psychologically twisted men had this kind of perverse interest.

Zhao Wanting tossed and turned on the bed, the heat in her body making her extremely uncomfortable. The last bit of consciousness in her mind struggled to hold on. She absolutely could not surrender, could not beg the beast Wan Kai to do anything to her. Her eyes were filled with despair, and she couldn't help but think of Ye Chenfeng, wondering, "Will he appear?"