Chapter 312 Rescue
The situation changed drastically in an instant.
Thieves broke into Mr. Zhou's house, and Mrs. Zhou may have also fallen into their hands and become a hostage.
Suddenly, the situation became serious.
After hearing Lou Fengju's words, Shen Zhaolin squinted to look at the Zhou family's residence, but saw nothing.
The doors and windows of the Zhou residence were tightly closed, making it dark inside. From the outside, it was pitch black, and it was impossible to see whether two people were hiding there.
"Young Marshal, are you telling the truth?"
Lou Fengju snorted, "Mr. Shen, you may doubt me, but you don't need to question my professionalism."
If he didn't even have this much vigilance and insight, he would have been dead countless times over.
Shen Zhaolin realized he had spoken out of turn and awkwardly shut up.
All of this happened so fast that it was impossible to react.
Just minutes ago they were chatting, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a life-or-death crisis.
They have discovered the thief in the house, but they don't know if the people inside have discovered them.
Mrs. Zhou has been taken hostage by the thieves, and their situation is very passive.
“My wife is in their hands.” Zhou Shaoyan’s face was grave. “Young Marshal, I am ashamed, but…”
However, at this moment, the only person he could turn to for help was Lou Fengju, who was standing right in front of him.
Just moments ago he had harshly rejected them, but now he had to swallow his pride and beg for help. Old Master Zhou was somewhat ashamed. But the situation forced him to speak up; if he didn't, both he and his wife would be in mortal danger.
There were at least two thieves in the house, and it was unknown how many were hiding. With his old bones, he couldn't even dream of fighting them. Shen Zhaolin was no match for them, and his only fighting force was Lou Fengju and the men he brought.
Zhou Shaoyan took a deep breath: "I hope the young marshal..."
“Mr. Zhou, it seems quite a few people want to talk to you.” Lou Fengju cocked his gun, turned his head and asked, “Should we take them alive?”
Zhou Shaoyan said with a stern face, "No need."
Then everything will be much easier.
Lou Fengju gestured to the crowd: "Everyone, stay away."
"What?"
Shen Zhaolin quickly protected Old Master Zhou and retreated. As for Mao Mao, she had already been held far away by her mother, with her eyes and ears covered.
Before anyone could react, the prostitute made her move.
Like a tiger or leopard unleashed, his agile figure was full of explosive power. The moment he burst through the door, the thief hiding behind the door immediately raised his sharp blade and pounced. Lou Fengju blocked with his backhand, kicked another thief who pounced at him away, and then raised his hand and fired a shot with a "bang".
A huge commotion came from inside the house, with gunshots ringing out incessantly. After a brief but intense burst of noise, silence returned.
Everything changed too quickly, and ended too quickly.
In the blink of an eye, four corpses lay inside the room.
Xia Xiaoxiang covered Mao Mao's eyes tightly. As she watched several people in military uniforms carry the corpses out of the Zhou family's house, she quickly closed her eyes as well, not daring to look at the state of the dead bodies.
"Mother?"
Mao Mao was held tightly in her arms and said innocently, "Mother, Mao Mao can't see."
"Close your eyes a little longer," Xia Xiaoxiang said. "Count to one hundred in your mind, and then your mother will let you go."
"oh."
Mao Mao obediently began to count.
The scene was quickly cleaned up, leaving only the bloodstains on the ground that had not yet dried.
Mrs. Zhou was frightened, but fortunately she was not hurt. The thieves tied her up, and after she was rescued, her heart was pounding and her face was deathly pale.
Before Mao Mao could count to one hundred, her eyesight returned.
Curious, she followed her brother into the Zhou family home, turning her little head back and forth, looking around.
After the fight, the house was in complete disarray. Tables and chairs were overturned, vases were shattered, and all the decorations were swept to the floor. There were also signs that the tables and cabinets had been ransacked.
The bloodstains on the ground were still wet. When Xia Xiaoxiang saw them, she quickly uttered "Amitabha" in her heart, held Mao Mao's hand tightly, and kept a distance.
Zhou Shaoyan picked up the chair from the ground and said politely, "Young Marshal, please sit down."
Lou Fengju didn't stand on ceremony with him at all and sat down directly.
The situation has reversed once again.
Not long ago, he was the one begging for help, but now he has become the Zhou couple's savior.
Grandpa Zhou glanced at Mao Mao and saw that she was still curiously looking around, showing no fear whatsoever at the crime scene. His beard twitched, and he opened the fresh meat mooncakes he had just bought and placed them in front of Mao Mao.
Zhou Shaoyan: "Eat."
"Huh?" Mao Mao blinked.
The fresh meat mooncake was still warm, emitting a fragrant aroma that reached Mao Mao's nose.
Having digested some of it, and with Grandpa's invitation, Mao Mao didn't stand on ceremony. She tiptoed, picked up a mooncake, and gave him a sweet smile: "Thank you, Grandpa."
Grandpa Zhou nodded: "Yes."
Shen Zhaolin helped his frightened teacher's wife to the inner room to rest, leaving Xia Xiaoxiang to keep her company. He then came out and brewed a pot of tea, which he brought over.
He righted the overturned stool, sat down, and asked with a worried expression, "Teacher, do you know who came to kill you?"
Grandpa Zhou nodded with a stern face.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have ordered that no one be left alive.
Grandpa Zhou moved to Haicheng at his advanced age out of necessity.
He used to work for the government and was one of the top figures, but in recent years, their ideologies gradually diverged, and before resigning, he had several heated arguments with his superiors. As for the content of the arguments, no outsiders knew, but after resigning, Mr. Zhou was attacked several times.
To escape being hunted down, he had no choice but to leave, move, and flee.
Unexpectedly, they were ambushed again shortly after arriving in Haicheng.
The other side was clearly prepared; they had deployed four assassins to deal with the two old men. They were obviously determined to kill him.
If it weren't for the chance encounter with Lou Fengju today... no, if it weren't for that little girl grabbing his clothes and preventing him from going home, perhaps he really would be dead.
If it weren't for that little girl holding him back, even if it were Young Marshal Lou who came to visit today, he would have been chased away at the crossroads. Then, when he got home, he would have faced four assassins.
Thinking of this, Zhou Shaoyan couldn't help but glance at Mao Mao again.
Mao Mao was focused on eating the mooncake. The soft, flaky crust of the mooncake fell down, and she obediently picked it up, her cheeks puffing out.
Lou Fengju picked up his cup, took a sip of tea, and glanced around the room.
"If I'm not mistaken, they seem to be looking for something." Lou Fengju asked, "Mr. Zhou, what valuable thing have you hidden that's so coveted?"
Zhou Shaoyan glanced at him, "I am deeply grateful for Young Marshal Lou's life-saving grace, but please do not ask any further questions."
Lou Fengju curled his lips into a smile: "Alright, then I'll ask another question. Given Mr. Zhou's dangerous situation, does he need bodyguards?"
Old Master Zhou: "..."
"You are in Haicheng, and Haicheng's greatest support is right in front of you."
Lou Fengju stretched out his long legs, raised his eyebrows, and his humble pleading had turned into one of seeking repayment for a favor: "Are you really not going to consider it?"
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