7:30 p.m.
The car stopped in front of a port. Chu Liyue hooked her arm around Xiao Wujie's waist, her expression slightly heavy.
Xiao Wujie said he was sleepy, so she held him and slept for two hours. Not long after he woke up, she found that he had a fever again.
Within about half an hour, the fever rose to 39 degrees Celsius, but fortunately, the patient did not develop symptoms.
I gave him fever-reducing medicine, and his temperature went down quite a bit, but he still had a low-grade fever.
She wanted Xiao Wujie to stay in the car and not get out, but he always clung to her terribly when he was sick, and before she could finish speaking, she was deterred by his expression as if the whole world had wronged him.
Looking up at the port hidden in the deep night and vast snow, the people on the bus had different expressions.
Haijing Bay.
Xiao Wujie and Chu Liyue defeated Chu Feihong here and sent him to prison.
Gu Junci avenged his father here, but also fell into an even more painful vortex.
As for Lu Zhufeng, he clicked his tongue carelessly. He had once displayed his prowess here, defeating multiple high-level assassins single-handedly and killing a pretentious drug lord with three punches.
Thus, another chapter of my legend has been written in the world of martial arts.
At 7:50, the group got off the bus. Outside, the wind and snow were raging, and everything was desolate.
The cold wind howled mercilessly, and Xiao Wujie's pale face was flushed with a sickly redness. His thin body under his down jacket shrank slightly, his hands clenched into fists, and he coughed a few times.
Chu Liyue gently patted his back, tightened the collar of his down jacket, and then put his hat on for him, showing meticulous care.
They exchanged a glance, and a glint of light flashed in Xiao Wujie's eyes. Instantly, his, Chu Liyue's, and Lu Zhufeng's figures became ethereal and transparent, merging into the air.
Gu Junci walked in front, and they followed behind, as if they were invisible, leaving no footprints.
Chu Liyue tucked Xiao Wujie's hand into her coat pocket to warm it, her gaze fixed on the distance ahead with a cold and indifferent expression.
For some reason, ever since she stepped into this place, she has felt a strange sense of unease and resistance.
This feeling made her very uncomfortable.
Looking at this familiar place, her cold eyes narrowed slightly.
The eastern part of the capital is so big, yet they chose this location. Are they no longer planning to hide it?
Haijing Bay was originally a prosperous port with a huge throughput, but it was the large amount of drugs that entered the port that led to that brutal fight that has kept it inactive and under rectification ever since.
Compared to its former prosperity, it now appears desolate and bleak.
Gu Junci turned on his phone's light and slowly walked into the harbor, his feet crunching softly on the still-unformed snow.
The harbor was dark and lifeless.
Gu Junci held up his phone, which was still glowing, and moved it around to illuminate the surrounding darkness.
In front of a red shipping container, three sinister figures dressed in black robes appeared out of nowhere in the light.
They stood there like statues, their faces contorted in terrifying masks, their eyes beneath gleaming with a cold, eerie light, devoid of any warmth.
Even with Gu Junci's composure, his heart tightened for a moment, his face turned pale with fright, and the phone he was gripping tightly trembled involuntarily.
"Ready to exchange chips?"
A deep, cold voice suddenly rang out, echoing in the empty night amidst the wind and snow, sending chills down one's spine.
After straightening his phone, Gu Junci took a deep breath, suppressing the fear in his heart.
With his heart pounding, Gu Junci maintained his composure and slowly walked towards the three terrifying figures in black robes.
This wasn't her first time dealing with SL assassins. Based on the sense of oppression and fear these three people exuded, she could almost certainly conclude that they were all S-class assassins.
Especially the tall figure in the middle, whose aura was restrained and not released, the closer one got, the more one could feel that suffocating and terrifying killing intent, and his pair of black eyes were like an abyss that made people dare not look directly at him.
This also explains why she didn't see any guards along the way. After all, how many people can snatch someone from the sight of three S-class assassins?
Fortunately, the three people behind her were probably invisible.
Slowly approaching the three men in black, Gu Junci took out a black memory card from his pocket and spoke in a low voice:
"Here you will find what you are looking for."
"But I want to see my brother first."
Her tone and wording were extremely precise and subtle; she used "hope" rather than "must".
With only herself facing three S-class opponents, how could she possibly negotiate?
As expected, the two assassins standing to the side let out a disdainful sneer upon hearing this. However, they made no move, instead turning their gazes to the person in the middle.
The tall figure in black had an unwavering gaze, as dark and unfathomable as an abyss. He lowered his eyes slightly and said calmly, "Bring your men out."
The two assassins beside him turned and walked to the container door. One unlocked the door and the other opened it with fluid movements, and then they walked into the dark container.
Amidst the heavy footsteps, a few faint, childlike groans of fear could be heard.
These two soft hums were what made Gu Junci's gaze suddenly sharpen.
In the darkness, two assassins dressed in black drove a boy who looked only four or five years old out of a shipping container.
He wasn't handcuffed or shackled, but his mouth was gagged, so he couldn't make a sound.
Ignoring the almost palpable, thick fear in his eyes, the boy was extremely pleasing to the eye, exquisitely handsome.
The moment his gaze fell upon Gu Junci, he trembled violently. The child, who had been lost for so long, finally saw the direction of home. His eyes immediately filled with tears, and large drops of tears overflowed from them.
His eyes, filled with tears, held all the hopes and expectations of his young heart as he looked at Gu Junci, and he couldn't help but let out a longing sob.
The moment Gu Junci met his gaze, her eyes also suddenly reddened.
The Gu family has three siblings. She is the eldest, the second sister is Gu Junnian, and the one in front of her is the youngest brother, Gu Junzhe.
While her family was still alive, everyone doted on this youngest little one the most.
Now, her father has been murdered, her mother has committed suicide, her second sister has run into trouble, and her third brother, Gu Junzhe, is her only remaining family member in the world.
Seeing him trembling uncontrollably, his eyes filled with fear, Gu Junci felt a pang of heartache and overwhelming tenderness.
Her family had suffered so much, and her younger brother, who was more than ten years younger than her, was always the apple of her eye. She did everything she could to protect him and keep him safe from the outside world.
She could tell the assassins weren't mistreating him, but facing an S-class assassin who even she felt genuine fear towards, she couldn't imagine the kind of fear he must feel, having always been pampered like a delicate flower by her.
Suppressing the bitterness in her heart, she held up the memory card in her hand, her eyes red-rimmed, and spoke in a hoarse voice:
"The card contains what you want. I hope you will keep your promise and release my brother."
The two assassins riding Gu Junzhe did not react. The tall, imposing figure in the middle, whose aura was as terrifying as an abyss, took the memory card from Gu Junci's hand.
He took out a small display screen and card reader from his palm, inserted them, and stared at the screen with a cold, deep gaze.
The next second, a whooshing sound rang out, and the chests of the two assassins holding Gu Junzhe sank in, letting out a muffled groan.
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