He heard the shadow guards shouting "Run!" but Fu Jingyuan just watched the enemies rushing towards him with a calm expression.
Until a certain moment, when the person in front of him entered within ten meters of him, his hand holding Su Jiu gently bumped into a certain spot on the wheelchair.
"Whoosh!"
Amidst the subtle whooshing sound of wind, countless tiny silver needles transformed into streaks of light, sweeping through the air and indiscriminately attacking a fan-shaped area of approximately 120 degrees centered on the wheelchair.
The area was so vast and the speed so fast that Halik and the others had no way to avoid it!
Halik was taken aback!
Driven by an intense will to survive, he almost instinctively grabbed his men on either side and pushed them in front of him.
The next moment, a series of soft "plop" sounds rang out, which were the sounds of silver needles entering the body.
Of the ten who rushed forward, only one, Halik, reacted quickly and was ruthless enough to be stabbed a few times in non-lethal places such as his calves and arms. The remaining nine all died under the dense attack of silver needles.
Halik looked at the people lying on the ground and the silver needles scattered all over the place, his face extremely ugly.
Damn it!
Just how much stuff is hidden in this wheelchair belonging to the man surnamed Fu?
He will never have the chance to know.
A thin arrow, no bigger than an adult's finger, shot out from the back of Fu Jingyuan's outstretched right hand and pierced Halik's heart with perfect accuracy.
The man's massive body crashed to the ground.
Like a pause, the shadow guards and Halik's men, who had been entangled in their actions, gradually stopped and stared blankly at the scene unfolding on Fu Jingyuan's side.
Fu Jingyuan swept his cold gaze over them.
The shadow guards were startled and reacted instantly. They raised their daggers and, without hesitation, slashed the necks of the remaining men.
The enemy was so fast that they didn't even have time to react, and remained staring blankly at Halik's corpse until their deaths.
Now, there are eighteen people again.
There are only thirty-eight people left.
The number of people was still more than twice that of Fu Jingyuan's side, but even so, the remaining thirty-eight people dared not make any rash moves.
They immediately gathered together and retreated a considerable distance, putting some distance between themselves and Fu Jingyuan and the others.
These people... are terrifying...
Fu Jingyuan didn't look at them anymore, and just sat quietly in his wheelchair.
After a full three minutes, he slightly curled his lips and said, "How long do you want to wait?"
A crisp, rhythmic clapping sounded from behind a rock formation, followed by a series of voices from people dressed in black.
A man clapped as he walked out of the rock formation, saying with admiration, "As expected of the former military legend of China, even with his legs crippled, Young Master Fu is still exceptionally strong and has flawless strategies."
The man gave Fu Jingyuan a deep look and sighed, "I underestimated you."
The man had short, flaxen hair, handsome features, and striking dark blue eyes. He wore an elegant smile, and his neat, tailored suit made him look like a prince straight out of a medieval painting—exceptionally handsome and full of gentlemanly charm.
This was someone Fu Jingyuan hadn't expected: "...Loren?"
Loren nodded slightly, his smile unchanged, and said, "Or, you can call me Mr. Tang?"
Fu Jingyuan's eyes gradually darkened: "Mr. Tang... I see."
He paused, slowly composed himself, and returned to his usual calm demeanor, saying, "Speak, what do you want?"
Loren looked at the woman in his arms, but instead of answering his question immediately, he changed the subject.
“I remember there’s an old saying in your Chinese country, something like this,” Loren thought for a while before continuing, “Beauty can lead one astray?”
Fu Jingyuan's expression remained unchanged: "So?"
Loren shook his head and chuckled, "It seems that the people of your Fu family have all been held back by beautiful women."
He pointed to Su Jiu in Fu Jingyuan's arms and said, "You are like this, and your younger brother is like this too."
Then he realized something was wrong and shook his head again: "Oh... no, no, he's not like you. He's the kind of beauty that ruins people's lives."
Fu Jingyuan: "..."
What is all this nonsense? Is this person out of their mind?
Su Jiu was still bleeding, and Fu Jingyuan had no intention of chatting or being polite. He repeated coldly, "What do you want?"
Loren sensed the other party's impatience and wisely replied, "I want the Fu family."
Fu Jingyuan suddenly looked up.
Loren, however, didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said, and continued to speak with a smile: "The people of Tiandu say that Fu Jingheng can't even beat someone like you who has crippled his legs, and that he's a useless piece of trash. But is he?"
Loren shook his head: "No, he isn't."
Fu Jingyuan frowned deeply: "What exactly are you trying to say?"
Loren smiled and said, "What I mean is, with Fu Jingheng and Qin Sheng's abilities, you two alone, plus your newborn son, can't possibly defeat them. The Fu family will be theirs sooner or later."
"Since it's not yours, why should you care whose it is?"
"Compared to your brother, whose origins are unclear and who immediately came back to fight you for the family fortune, would you be more accepting of me, an outsider with no connection to you, taking over the Fu family?"
Fu Jingyuan stared at him intently, then suddenly chuckled softly, "Mr. Tang seems to be very interested in Chinese culture?"
Loren nodded: "I am quite interested."
Fu Jingyuan nodded: "Have you ever heard another proverb, 'Don't let the good stuff go to outsiders' fields'?"
Ignoring Loren's paused smile, Fu Jingyuan continued, "There's another saying: We are all born of the same root, why are we so eager to harm each other?"
"What Chinese people care about most is blood ties. No matter what my relationship with my brother is, we are blood relatives. No matter what, I would never choose to cooperate with an outsider like you instead of my brother."
Loren's smile vanished completely. He stared at Fu Jingyuan, his voice turning cold: "But Young Master Fu, do you think you have a choice now?"
Fu Jingyuan's body gradually relaxed, and even the smile on his face became more genuine. He said, "Mr. Tang, you shouldn't have had a choice, should you?"
His demeanor was calm, as if this were not the Devil's Valley that everyone feared, and as if there were no nearly a hundred menacing enemies around him.
I'm not nervous at all.
Loren was about to applaud the other's composure in the face of imminent disaster, but a sudden chill ran through him, and he abruptly turned his head to look in a certain direction.
Then he saw one... no, two familiar faces.
Qin Sheng.
Fu Jingheng.
Loren's calm smile finally crumbled, and he exclaimed, "How did you all get here?!"
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