"Shh..." Han Feng raised his index finger, but couldn't help but smile.
Liu Xiaoran stiffly patted his sister's back, then suddenly looked up as if remembering something: "Wait, you attacked the stronghold just to train their combat skills?"
"Of course not." Han Feng pulled a USB drive from his pocket. "Wanwan plugged this into the computer, and now the Miyamoto family's internal network is completely transparent to us."
Su Wanwan added, "We also planted a little 'gift' in their security system; next time we're raiding a stronghold, all the access control systems will automatically open!"
Liu Xiaoran looked at the three people in front of him—his sister's eyes were shining with excitement, Han Feng looked confident, and Su Wanwan looked smug. He suddenly had a strange feeling: it seemed that he could no longer protect his sister.
"Go to sleep." He finally sighed. "We still have to wait for the other groups to report tomorrow."
After Liu Xiaoran went upstairs, Su Wanwan nudged Han Feng with her elbow: "Hey, do you think my brother-in-law is jealous? He saw you took his sister out to play without inviting him."
Han Feng gazed towards the stairs and said softly, "He just needs time to adjust... to the day when his sister no longer needs his round-the-clock protection."
The sound of a door closing came from upstairs. Han Feng stretched: "Let's rest too, tomorrow..."
"Let's keep causing trouble tomorrow!" Su Wanwan skipped and hopped towards her room. "Next time I'm going to try using bubble gum!"
As soon as night fell on the third day, Su Wanwan couldn't wait to stuff all sorts of strange gadgets into her backpack.
"Use this tonight!" She held up a rainbow-colored spray can, shaking it mysteriously. "My improved 'laughing gas bomb,' anyone hit will laugh until they're exhausted, but it's absolutely harmless~"
Liu Mengran was checking the bracelet on her wrist—a little gadget Han Feng had made for her last night, allowing for more precise energy channeling. She glanced at the wall clock: "The Miyamoto family must have increased their security by now, right?"
"That's why we need to change the target type." Han Feng unfolded the holographic map and pointed to a warehouse on the outskirts of the city. "Tonight it's a logistics transit station, with no more than twenty guards, but the surveillance system has been upgraded."
Liu Xiaoran stood at the doorway with his arms crossed, his expression a mixture of worry and helplessness: "Are you really planning to go today?"
"Brother, didn't you have a lot of fun yesterday?" Liu Mengran blinked. "That guard who stuck to the wall with bubble gum..."
Liu Xiaoran's lips twitched. He truly hadn't expected that his serious life of over twenty years would end up with him taking down three guards last night with a pack of chewing gum—Su Wanwan's specially made "sticky bubble gum," with effects comparable to industrial glue.
"Let's go." Han Feng closed the map. "Tonight's focus is on a quick infiltration. I'll leave everything to you." He then looked at Liu Mengran and Su Wanwan.
"And what about me?" Liu Xiaoran asked subconsciously.
Han Feng grinned: "Help us keep watch? After all, you're the professional."
An hour later, the five people (including Dongfang Wantang, who insisted on coming) lay in ambush in the bushes outside the target warehouse. Footage from Su Wanwan's drone showed that the Miyamoto family had indeed increased security—each entrance had double guards, and patrols were spaced no more than three minutes apart.
"Plan changed." Han Feng lowered his voice. "Wantang will provide backup outside, Wanwan will take care of the two guards on the east side, my brother-in-law and I will go through the ventilation duct, Mengran..."
"Create a starlight illusion to attract attention." Liu Mengran nodded in understanding, her hands already beginning to gather the power of stars.
Liu Xiaoran's eyes widened—the starlight flowing from his sister's fingertips was more solid than last night, and she controlled it with such ease that it seemed like an innate ability. Before he could react, Han Feng had already made a hand gesture, and the four of them acted simultaneously.
The next fifteen minutes unfolded like an absurd comedy: Liu Mengran projected a giant "Miyamoto family crest" into the air above the warehouse, causing all the guards to look up; Su Wanwan's "laughing gas bomb" exploded silently in the monitoring room, and hysterical laughter quickly followed; Han Feng moved through the corridors like a ghost, accurately knocking out every guard he encountered.
When Liu Xiaoran finished dealing with the outer guards and rushed over to join them, this was the scene he saw—Liu Mengran stood in the center of the warehouse, her hands moving gracefully, countless starlight threads extending from her fingertips, binding more than twenty guards into cocoon-like shapes, and each "cocoon" was also floating up and down with the movement of her fingers, like dancing some kind of comical group dance.
"This..." Liu Xiaoran turned to Han Feng, who was plugging a USB drive into the computer, "When did my sister become so amazing?"
Han Feng didn't even look up: "The day your family's inheritance stone was activated, they broke through to the mid-stage of the Innate Realm." He pointed to the women on the field.
"Then why..."
"Lack of practical experience." Han Feng finally finished copying the data, stood up, and patted Liu Xiaoran on the shoulder. "It's like giving you a divine weapon; if you don't practice, you'll hurt yourself. I've been overprotecting them before; it's time to make up for that."
An alarm suddenly sounded outside the warehouse—reinforcements from the Miyamoto family had arrived, ten minutes earlier than expected.
"Retreat." Han Feng snapped his fingers. "Mengran, leave them some 'souvenirs'."
Liu Mengran smiled sweetly and suddenly clasped her hands together. All the starlight cocoons exploded simultaneously, turning into countless points of light. The guards scrambled to their feet, dazed, and began to dance wildly—Su Wanwan's laughing gas had clearly taken effect.
The five easily evacuated along the planned route. When the Miyamoto family's reinforcements broke down the warehouse door, they only saw a group of guards performing a bizarre tap dance. The surveillance footage was all frozen fifteen minutes earlier, and a line of large text scrolled across the main unit screen: "Goodnight, sweet dreams~"
On the way back, Liu Xiaoran finally couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Miyamoto Kenichi must be furious right now."
"This is nothing!" Su Wanwan excitedly rummaged through her backpack. "Tomorrow I'm bringing rainbow smoke bombs and itching powder..."
Dongfang Wantang suddenly interjected: "Breaking news! The Miyamoto family has offered a 1 billion bounty for the capture of the person who attacked their base."
Han Feng chuckled softly, "Isn't this talking about us?" He looked at the back seat through the rearview mirror—Liu Mengran was resting by the window with a smile on her lips; Su Wanwan was planning tomorrow's "toy" combinations; even the usually serious Liu Xiaoran was relaxed and leaning back in his seat.
The opposite scenario was playing out at the Miyamoto family's residence.
"This is the third time!" Miyamoto Ken slammed a teacup against the wall. "Same method, same prank! Do these people treat attacks like a game?"
The subordinates fell silent, trembling with fear. The monitoring team leader nervously handed over a tablet: "Master, we analyzed all the residual energy at the scene... there's a strange energy fluctuation."
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