Chapter 195 Take Action, Help Me

"It seems your little one can't sit still anymore." Madam Bai's voice remained calm, even carrying a hint of sarcasm.

Fu Lilian put on a perfectly timed, slightly ingratiating smile as she stepped into the room. Her high heels made almost no sound on the thick, dark gray carpet.

“Mrs. Bai,” she said in a sweet, soft voice, a stark contrast to her voice in the prison cell, “Mr. David has some urgent business to attend to and can’t leave, so he asked me to bring you something.”

As she spoke, she took a small, silver USB drive, no bigger than a fingernail, from the inside pocket of her suit jacket, held it between her thumb and forefinger, and handed it forward.

Madam Bai's gaze finally settled on Fu Lilian.

She didn't take it immediately, but instead narrowed her long, slender eyes, her gaze slowly sweeping over Fu Lilian's face, the USB drive in her hand, and her seemingly relaxed but actually slightly forward-leaning posture.

“David?” Madam Bai repeated softly, a faint, almost imperceptible smile curving her lips. “When did he start being able to order you around, Fu Lilian?”

She enunciated the last three words clearly, with a knowing, playful air about them.

Fu Lilian's smile remained unchanged, even becoming sweeter: "Madam is too kind. It is my honor to serve Mr. David and you." As she spoke, she took another step forward, almost handing the USB drive to Madam Bai.

In that instant, the last trace of gentleness on Madam Bai's face vanished completely.

Her gaze suddenly sharpened like a knife, and her voice was as cold and hard as iron: "Stop."

Fu Lilian stopped in her tracks.

But her fingers, which were gripping the USB drive, tightened almost imperceptibly for a moment.

Madam Bai didn't look at the USB drive; her gaze was fixed on Fu Lilian's face. She leaned back slightly against the wide chair, a defensive and scrutinizing posture.

"Put the things on the table," she commanded. At the same time, her right hand seemingly casually rested on the edge of the obsidian tabletop, her little finger almost touching a slightly raised area beneath the tabletop, whose color almost blended into the tabletop.

Fu Lilian's smile slowly faded.

She didn't put down the USB drive as instructed, but instead took another half step forward, her voice still steady: "Madam, Mr. David instructed that this must be handed to you personally, not through anyone else. It's very important."

The distance between the two has been reduced to less than two meters.

The air seemed to freeze.

Han Ming remained seated, motionless, like a lifeless statue.

But his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his gaze swept over Fu Lilian's left hand hanging at her side with extreme concealment and speed—the fingertips of that hand were gently tapping the outside of her own thigh in a peculiar rhythm.

That was a very simple code rhythm that they had privately agreed upon in their early years.

It means: Take action and help me.

Madam Bai's eyes turned completely cold, devoid of any human warmth, filled only with chilling calculation and murderous intent. "I'll say it one last time," her voice was low and metallic, "put the things down. Then, get out."

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, she pressed down hard with her right little finger!

"Crack!"

A faint, almost absorbed sound of a mechanism.

Immediately afterwards—

"Buzz—"

All the light sources in the room went out at the same instant! It wasn't the kind of darkness caused by a power outage, but a complete darkness caused by some kind of powerful electromagnetic pulse that instantly interfered with and burned out the light! Even the faint green light from the emergency indicator lights on the walls went out at the same time!

The room was instantly engulfed by true, pitch-black darkness!

"Bang!"

In the darkness, a dull thud was heard, like a person hitting a hard object, followed by the rustling of clothes against the carpet. Mrs. Bai reacted extremely quickly, rolling off the chair the moment she pressed the button. She nimbly crouched down, trying to use the darkness and the carpet as cover to quickly move away from her original position and towards a pre-set safe corner of the room.

Her plan was clear and ruthless: first, create absolute darkness so that the intruder would instantly lose their sight and sense of direction, while she herself would quickly move away based on her familiarity with the room's layout, activate the backup plan, or call for backup.

However, she overlooked one thing.

She hadn't anticipated that Fu Lilian wouldn't come alone.

She hadn't anticipated that Han Ming would choose to stand on Fu Lilian's side in that instant.

At the very moment darkness descended, Han Ming moved.

He was not as panicked or stunned as Madam Bai had expected; on the contrary, it seemed as if he had anticipated this moment.

His body sprang from the chair like a ghost, without making any extra sound, and even avoided the possible trajectory of the chair.

He accurately determined Fu Lilian's approximate location—based on the faint, warm fragrance emanating from her, so out of place in the cold room, and the subtle air currents created by her half-step forward.

He moved with lightning speed, without touching Fu Lilian's body, but steadily placed a small, cylindrical object, still warm from his palm, into Fu Lilian's unconsciously outstretched left hand.

It's a night vision device.

Miniature monocular night vision device with extremely fast startup speed.

The moment Fu Lilian's fingers touched the cold metal casing, she knew what it was.

Without the slightest hesitation, she raised her left hand and quickly put the night vision goggles on her left eye, while at the same time, she released the useless USB drive with her right hand and reached for the tactical leg pack strapped to the outside of her thigh!

“Clatter.”

A faint electronic sound when the night vision goggles are activated.

A ghostly green world instantly unfolded in her left eye.

She saw a white figure less than three meters ahead, moving with an agility far beyond her age and attire, crouching low and crawling rapidly on all fours toward a display case on the right side of the room—where the carpet seemed to be a slightly different color, and there might be an escape route or weapons hidden underneath.

She also saw Han Ming's blurry silhouette pressed against the wall to her side and behind her, holding his breath and clearly adjusting to the darkness, while also being wary of any potential threats from other directions.

There's no time left.

What Fu Lilian pulled out of her leg pouch with her right hand was not a key, nor a document, but a compact, matte black miniature pistol.

A short, thick silencer had been screwed onto the muzzle.

Her movements were swift and decisive, without even a pause for aiming—assisted by night vision goggles, driven by countless days and nights of simulation and her deep-seated hatred, her movements of raising her arm, stabilizing it, and pulling the trigger were as fluid as breathing.