A sudden gust of cold wind swept over the back of Susan's head, making her heart skip a beat.
She nearly fell to the ground after being suddenly pulled hard by the girl. But she quickly regained her senses and followed Chuanliu's gaze.
She saw "Xiao Liu," who had been standing silently beside her, holding a dagger and pointing it directly at her chest.
Susan broke out in a cold sweat. If Chuanliu hadn't intervened in time, she probably would have been killed.
The unexpected flow of the river bought her enough time. Susan's guards also reacted quickly, and four well-trained guards swiftly surrounded "Little Flow".
The situation immediately became tense, and the atmosphere was on the verge of conflict.
Susan frowned, her gaze sharp as she stared at the young man before her, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you one of Jiulong's men?"
Zhuiming, also known as "Xiaoliu," merely raised an eyebrow at Susan's questioning without offering a reply.
But he had already moved, seemingly ready to attack at any moment. As the four guards closed in, a fierce battle erupted between Zhui Ming and the guards, filling the air with tension and intensity.
Zhui Ming moved with incredible agility, his dagger flashing like streaks of cold light as he weaved through the narrow space, making him impossible for the guards to anticipate.
The four guards were clearly not prepared for Zhui Ming's exceptional skills, but fortunately, they were well-trained and immediately gave it their all.
Because the guards were using long wooden sticks, they were temporarily separated from Zhui Ming, allowing them to fight back and forth. However, the man always managed to find openings at crucial moments, causing their attacks to miss and delivering a devastating blow to his opponent.
Taking advantage of the time that the guards and the pursuer were engaged in, Susan immediately stood up.
At this moment, Chuanliu also stood up, dragging his injured body.
Seeing this, Susan decisively pulled Chuanliu out of the bedroom.
"Sister Susan, let's hurry and go find Brother Qian and the others!" Chuan Liu said worriedly.
Susan shook her head, saying as she ran, "My men won't hold out for long. I'm afraid we'll be caught by that assassin before we find them."
A conflicted look appeared on her face. But when she thought of how Chuanliu had just risked his life to save her, she seemed to make up her mind, grabbed the girl's hand, and whispered, "Come with me!"
Led by her, Chuanliu passed through the first and second floors of the villa and arrived at the top floor, which is the third floor of the villa.
Without entering any room, Susan moved the antique wooden shelf at the end of the stairs to the right.
The seemingly heavy wooden frame was easily slid by the woman, and what appeared next was a wall that opened up as the frame slid.
"Come in quickly."
Susan quickly led Chuanliu inside. As the wall was pushed again, the wooden frame returned to its original position without any flaws.
Of course, what Susan didn't notice was that the moment Chuanliu walked in with her, an inconspicuous button was "accidentally" dropped to the ground.
In the enclosed room, the dim emergency lights cast dappled shadows in front of the two people, and a tense and solemn atmosphere filled the air.
Susan carefully turned on a lamp, bringing a sliver of light to the pitch-black room.
As the lights came on, Chuanliu was able to see everything inside the secret room.
The secret room was filled with all sorts of rare items from Bliss Island, a dazzling array that was hard to look away from. The jewelry was dazzling, the collectibles were unique and precious, the medicines were neatly arranged, and the rows of orderly documents all demonstrated Susan's distinguished status as a renowned auctioneer on Bliss Island.
Chuanliu's gaze lingered on the bookshelf for a moment, as if she had spotted something familiar. But when Susan looked at her with concern, she had already quickly composed herself and returned to her original weak appearance.
Susan held Chuanliu's hand tightly, her heart filled with worry and relief. She was worried about Chuanliu's injuries, but also grateful that he had saved her in time.
The sounds of fighting on the first floor gradually subsided until finally a few screams were heard.
Susan knew her guards had failed. She was frantic; she didn't know when the man would find them, or how to deal with the professional assassin.
"Lust is a knife above one's head," this saying is indeed true.
Susan laughed self-deprecatingly, regretting her momentary carelessness.
"Will he find us?"
Chuanliu leaned against the wall, managing to lean against the bookshelf with difficulty. His voice trembled slightly, as if he were very scared.
Susan gently patted Chuanliu's hand, comforting him, "Don't be afraid, he might not find us. Besides, Brother Qian and the others will definitely be here soon."
Things happened so suddenly that Susan had forgotten that the root cause of the reason why she was transferring people away one by one was the girl in front of her.
As she spoke, Susan picked up two jeweled swords from the secret room and handed one to Chuanliu.
When she collected these two items, she probably never imagined that one day these two swords would be used in this way.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of footsteps going upstairs came, each step like a heavy drumbeat, echoing in the silent villa and striking Susan's heart.
"Thump, thump, thump."
The footsteps grew closer and closer to the third floor, seemingly approaching the secret room step by step.
Susan's heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, each beat accompanied by a sharp contraction. The sword in her hand was soaked with sweat, but she still clung tightly to her only refuge.
Her entire attention was focused on the approaching footsteps, as if the sound were the countdown to her death.
However, just as the footsteps were about to reach the door, they suddenly became distant and eventually disappeared into the silence.
Susan's tense nerves relaxed slightly. She thought the assassin hadn't discovered their hiding place, so she breathed a sigh of relief.
However, just when she thought the crisis was over, a screeching sound of a wooden frame sliding suddenly came from outside the secret room door.
The sound was particularly jarring in the quiet environment, sending chills down one's spine.
Immediately afterward, the villa's lights pierced through the slowly opening door of the secret room, illuminating Susan's face. She squinted, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness.
Within the light, the figure of Zhui Ming slowly appeared.
The man, clutching the still-dripping blood dagger, walked towards them step by step. His face was backlit, obscuring his expression, but his entire aura was filled with murderous intent.
Just then, Chuanliu struggled to his feet and stood in front of Susan, blocking the light from her.
"You're not allowed to hurt Sister Susan!" Chuanliu shouted, waving his sword wildly.
But the man ignored Chuanliu and didn't say anything. Instead, he walked around her and raised his dagger to stab Susan.
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