Chapter 198 Ambush

If Deacon Pang is a member of Dark Night Rose, I can get a lot of information by performing Spirit Interrogation on him, which will speed up the hunt for Black Impermanence… Zhang Yuanqing felt a surge of joy in his heart.

He was even more anxious than Fu Qingyang to find Black Impermanence.

"But why would he kill me? At this juncture, killing me would only create complications," Zhang Yuanqing wondered.

"He has his reasons for killing you. Once I kill him, we'll know through Spirit Interrogation." Fu Qingyang opened the wine cabinet, took out red wine and a wine glass, and said, "Care for a glass?"

I guess I know who Li Dongze learned his habits from… Zhang Yuanqing shook his head and said, "Do you have cola?"

Fu Qingyang put back a wine glass and said indifferently, "Then you'll have to wait until after this is over and buy it yourself."

He sipped the astringent red wine, his expression natural, not at all like he was going to kill someone, more like he was going to a club…

Perhaps only those born into wealthy and powerful families can cultivate such a calm demeanor. Zhang Yuanqing was different. His mind was filled with thoughts of how to take down Deacon Pang, how much information the other party knew about Dark Night Rose, and how much risk he would bear if the operation failed.

Along the way, the two didn't speak. Fu Qingyang held his wine glass, gazing at the night scenery outside the window, occasionally taking a sip.

Zhang Yuanqing lowered the back of his seat, lying flat and feigning sleep to restore his energy.

About twenty minutes later, Fu Qingyang put down his wine glass. At almost the same time, the business car slowly decelerated.

Zhang Yuanqing immediately opened his eyes and looked out the window. The business car was parked outside a high-end residential area. The style of this residential area was extremely luxurious and fashionable, with buildings covered in black bricks arranged in an orderly manner.

Directly in front of the residential area's entrance was a square with a fountain in the center. At first glance, it looked like a high-end hotel.

They're really rich. The housing prices here must be at least 150,000 yuan per square meter, Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself.

"Centurion, won't we be alarming the enemy if we just go in like this? Shouldn't we deploy in advance?" Zhang Yuanqing offered his suggestion.

Fu Qingyang said indifferently, "Pang Wudi sent an evil spirit to kill you. At this moment, he must be waiting for news at home. Before the evil spirit returns, waiting patiently is the safest option. Our late-night visit is to catch him off guard. The more we deploy, the easier it is for him to notice."

Although his tone was indifferent, the young master still patiently explained to his trusted subordinate. After speaking, he changed the subject: "But necessary reconnaissance is still required to prevent any Dark Night Rose members from sabotaging our plan."

How to scout? Zhang Yuanqing was curious.

Fu Qingyang raised his right hand and pointed his fingers like a sword at his brow.

In the next moment, Zhang Yuanqing vaguely saw a shallow white ripple emanating from Fu Qingyang's brow, spreading outward like water waves. The further it spread, the lighter the white light became until it was no longer discernible.

After a dozen seconds, Fu Qingyang opened his eyes and said, "There are no ambushes nearby."

Seeing his trusted subordinate dumbfounded, he smiled lightly: "Don't be surprised. This is what a scout does!"

What Zhang Yuanqing was thinking was: This is the real eye! Compared to him, Li Dongze is just a fake.

After Fu Qingyang finished speaking, he opened the car door, walked to the security booth at the entrance of the residential area, and looked calmly at the guard, saying, "Open the gate!"

In this kind of wealthy residential area, access is controlled by access cards.

The guard looked in surprise at the extraordinary young man. He was wearing a straight and elegant white suit, with a simple short ponytail, and was so handsome that it was breathtaking.

His gaze was deep and calm, and when he looked at you, he was like a king high above, exuding elegance and nobility.

The guard respectfully said, "Sir, which household are you from?"

Fu Qingyang said calmly, "Open the gate. Don't waste my time."

For some reason, the guard felt an unspeakable sense of awe and submission in his heart and opened the gate tremblingly.

Fu Qingyang nodded slightly, passed through the iron gate, and entered the residential area.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly followed, but was stopped by the guard: "Wait a minute! Which household are you from?"

Zhang Yuanqing recalled the scene just now, put on a serious face, his eyes deep and calm, imitating Fu Qingyang's superior and kingly aura, and said indifferently, "Don't waste my time."

The guard sized him up and waved impatiently: "Go, go, go."

"…" Zhang Yuanqing's face was slightly embarrassed, so he had to use his charm ability to bewitch the old man and sneak into the residential area.

*The Indestructible Grand Warlord*

Well, it's not that my aura isn't as good as Fu Qingyang's, it's just that different professions have different abilities. He can't charm old men like I can. He silently defended himself.

Quickly catching up with Fu Qingyang, Zhang Yuanqing complained in a low voice, "Centurion, why didn't we climb over the wall? It's easier to leave traces by going through the main entrance."

The figure in the white suit strode forward and said indifferently, "Don't forget your identity. We are the authorities."

Okay, if it were Li Dongze, he would definitely say: Climbing over the wall isn't elegant enough! Zhang Yuanqing slandered in his heart.

West side of the residential building, 21st floor, a large apartment.

In the living room, Pang Wudi, wearing a judo suit and with a square face, sat silently and solemnly at the bar, holding a glass wine cup in his palm.

On the marble bar in front of him was a bottle of whiskey and an old-fashioned mobile phone.

Pang Wudi was waiting for the evil spirit in the phone to return.

The time was now two in the morning, and the evil spirit had not yet returned, which meant that the target had not been eliminated.

But Pang Wudi was not worried. He didn't believe that Yuan Shi Tianzun could escape the evil spirit's pursuit. Night Watchers didn't have the ability to enter the dream realm. Once he entered the dream, he would surely die.

After obtaining this item, Pang Wudi had used it to kill several enemies who were inconvenient for him to deal with personally, and had never failed.

This item was an assassination artifact, killing people invisibly without revealing any clues. Even a scout as敏銳 as a Sentinel wouldn't be able to find any leads.

The only flaw was that it had almost no effect on enemies in the Saint realm, and the price for using it was that after ten times, the evil spirit would chase the master in his dreams.

Of course, for Pang Wudi, who was in the Saint realm, it would at most create some insignificant little crises.

"After Yuan Shi Tianzun dies, Fu Qingyang will definitely be furious, but it will be difficult for him to suspect me. However, this person is sensitive, so I need to be careful for the next three days…"

Pang Wudi drank the wine in his cup in one gulp. At that moment, a picture flashed in his mind:

Fu Qingyang in a white suit, leading a handsome young man, had arrived outside the anti-theft door.

This picture was sent back by the potted plant he had placed outside the door. A Wood Sprite in the Saint realm could transmit signals to plants within a small range, turning them into his "eyes."

Yuan Shi Tianzun isn't dead? He's come to my door? How is that possible?!

Pang Wudi's pupils shrank, and emotions such as shock and bewilderment surged instantly. He quickly made a decision: leave this place.

First leave here, pass the news of the failed assassination to the contact, "Heaven's Unfairness," then report to his superiors, and then wait for orders and improvise.

In short, he couldn't stay here at this time. At the very least, he had to dispose of the assassination tool.

After making a decision, Pang Wudi rushed to the balcony, trying to jump out of the window to escape.

"Pa ta, pa ta…"

The lock of the anti-theft door was melted into molten iron, dripping down with a "pa ta" sound.

The anti-theft door opened, and Fu Qingyang, wearing dark red gloves, walked in.

"Don't go. You can't escape," Fu Qingyang said indifferently, looking at the back as he headed straight for the balcony.

Without turning his head, Pang Wudi threw out a handful of spores. These spores swelled in the wind, turning into plants that resembled small octopuses, their tentacles wriggling, enveloping Fu Qingyang and Zhang Yuanqing.

Zhang Yuanqing pounced to the side, avoiding the "octopus" plants that were shooting towards him.

He didn't expect the two sides to start fighting without saying a word.

Fu Qingyang didn't retreat. He walked forward in the midst of the sky full of plants. He seemed to have calculated the trajectory of the octopus plants, and although he seemed to be strolling leisurely, he could subtly avoid all the plants that were enveloping him.

At the same time, Fu Qingyang turned his right hand, and in his hand was a small, dark green command flag, which he flicked out with his finger.

"Du!"

The command flag was nailed into the balcony tiles, and a blue-green light curtain rose up, turning into a cage, trapping Pang Wudi on the balcony.

"Hmph!" Pang Wudi's body suddenly swelled up, like an inflated balloon, becoming a three-meter-tall giant, his muscles like vines, taut and hard.

He heavily punched the light curtain, and the blue-green shattered light swept through the living room.

At this time, Fu Qingyang had already arrived at the balcony entrance and grabbed the Eight Desolations Sword covered in copper rust from his inventory.

A hint of fear flashed in Pang Wudi's eyes, and he opened his mouth to spit out a gray mist.

Floating in the mist were spores that were difficult to see with the naked eye. These spores had a strong plundering ability, and once they stuck to a creature, they would grow wildly until they drained its vitality.

The thick fog enveloped them, and even a Sentinel's "prediction" couldn't avoid this kind of attack.

But Fu Qingyang didn't retreat half a step. He grabbed a small white flag with his left hand, the flag surface embroidered with a majestic white tiger.

"Roar!"

A illusory tiger's roar echoed in the room, shattering the mist.

Fu Qingyang stepped out and raised the Eight Desolations Bronze Sword high.

Pang Wudi's burly body suddenly trembled, his legs seemed unable to coordinate, his left foot wanted to avoid to the left, his right foot wanted to escape to the right, and his upper body had its own ideas…

In the end, he could only summon a set of vine armor, covering his three-meter-tall body.

Fu Qingyang slashed down with his sword.

In the next moment, the vine armor was split open, flesh and blood separated, and the three-meter-tall giant was cut in half, his organs "哗啦啦" falling down, and dark red blood spread across the balcony floor tiles.

Zhang Yuanqing, who witnessed this scene from behind, was both surprised and delighted, and various thoughts flashed through his mind:

Dead? A Saint died just like that…

Why didn't he dodge? Was it that hard to dodge this ordinary sword strike…

Fu Qingyang put away the Bronze Sword and the command flag, and turned his head indifferently: "Come over and perform Spirit Interrogation!"

"Okay, okay," Zhang Yuanqing restrained his chaotic thoughts and walked over quickly.

ps: I'll update the chapter first and correct any typos later.