EFB Chapter 109 Ruthless Off-Screen, The True Overlord Launches a Night Raid on the Dragon's Lair
Chapter 109 Ruthless Off-Screen, The True Overlord Launches a Night Raid on the Dragon's Lair
Chapter 110 Ruthless Off-Screen, The True Overlord Launches a Night Raid on the Dragon's Lair
Outside Daying in Fengtai, there is a wasteland of weeds.
A night fog had risen sometime earlier, spreading out from the dark pine forest and completely shrouding the already somber military camp.
The fog carried an earthy smell, along with the lingering scent of snow, and felt chilly when inhaled.
"Clatter, clatter—"
A light but somewhat unsteady sound of hooves came from the depths of the mist.
At the camp gate, the beams of the searchlights appeared as two murky halos in the fog, unable to illuminate far.
Several soldiers on night watch were huddled behind sandbag fortifications, wrapped tightly in sheepskin coats, stamping their feet from the cold and cursing under their breath.
"This awful weather! A sudden cold snap in spring could freeze a cow to death!"
"Hey, did you hear that? There's a noise!"
A veteran soldier who looked like a squad leader, with sharp ears, suddenly picked up his Hanyang rifle and pulled the bolt back with a clatter.
"Who goes there? Password!"
No one answered.
Only the sound of horses' hooves grew closer, carrying a familiar rhythm.
Immediately afterwards, a shadow resembling a red cloud slowly emerged from the white mist.
That was a horse.
Its entire body was dark red, its sweat as thick as blood, and it was an extraordinary steed—it was the very same Akhal-Teke horse that had just gone mad and run off!
However, at this moment, the wild horse had lost its previous ferocious energy, which was as fierce as if it wanted to kick people to death.
It drooped its head, snorted, and the reins were still dragging on the ground, looking as if it had run too far and found its way back on its own.
"Oh dear, it's that ancestor."
The squad leader put away his gun, his eyes lighting up. That was the commander's lifeline!
"Quickly, quickly, move the barricades away."
"That beast came back on his own, so we don't have to get whipped by the commander anymore."
A dozen soldiers were overjoyed and rushed forward. Some grabbed the reins, others touched the horse's back, each one acting as if they had seen their own father.
"Why is this horse so well-behaved?"
One of the new recruits muttered, "Didn't they just break Old Liu's ribs?"
"Hey, what a beast! When it gets tired of running, it knows to find the trough to eat."
The squad leader slapped the horse's rump. "Quickly lead it inside and report the good news to the commander."
Chaos erupted at the gate, with everyone's attention focused on the BMW that had been lost and found again.
Nobody noticed.
Just as the horse passed through the blind spot of the searchlight.
A shadow, so black it looked as if it had been pulled from ink, silently "slid" out from under the horse's belly.
It's like a drop of water merging into the ocean.
The dark figure touched the ground with its toes, its body close to the ground, and with the help of a gust of wind, it lightly swept over two layers of barbed wire.
too fast.
So fast that even the guard dog didn't have time to bark, it only felt a coolness on its nose before the man had already entered the inner camp.
Lu Cheng pressed himself against the wall of a hidden bunker, adjusting his breathing.
When the [Turtle Breathing Technique] was activated to its maximum, the body temperature dropped to the same icy cold as the surrounding wall bricks.
He looked up, and through the golden Monkey King mask, his eyes shimmered with golden light.
The fog before our eyes was gradually peeled away.
A few dozen meters away, a patrol team was marching past in perfect unison.
On the rooftop, the cigarette butt in the sentry's hand glowed intermittently. Further away, the heavily guarded division commander's residence stood like a steel fortress in the darkness.
"on Monday----"
The deployment map that Yao Hong had given him came to Lu Cheng's mind.
"According to the picture, this old fox is suspicious by nature and has many burrows."
"On Monday nights, he neither sleeps in the main room nor in the concubine's room."
"He sleeps in—that place."
Lu Cheng's gaze passed over the many courtyards and locked onto the back of the official residence, on a seemingly inconspicuous three-story clock tower with an excellent view and easy defense.
That place was originally used to hang air raid sirens.
Now, it has been converted into Commander Zhang's "safe house".
"Climb high and look far, stand at a high vantage point and look down."
"Old man, you certainly know how to pick a place."
A cold smile appeared on Lu Cheng's lips.
In the past, such isolated, high places with no cover on all sides would indeed have been a death trap for assassins.
But tonight—
He touched the cold "ghost hand" grappling hook at his waist.
"For monkeys, the higher the place, the smoother the road."
The infiltration went even more smoothly than expected.
Or rather, for a master with the intuition to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune and the skill of "ghostly and elusive footwork," these seemingly impenetrable defenses are full of loopholes.
In the instant the searchlight swept across him, he was a stone.
The moment the patrol passed by, he was a shadow under the eaves.
He approached the clock tower step by step, like a ghost.
The area beneath the clock tower is heavily guarded.
Two reinforced squads of soldiers, armed with two light machine guns, blocked the only stairwell entrance.
"Forced entry won't work."
Lu Cheng narrowed his eyes.
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He looked up.
The bell tower is about ten zhang high, and its walls are made of smooth, steep blue bricks, with barbed wire mesh strung on top.
Only a faint sliver of light shone through the window on the top floor.
"Since we can't go through the door, then we'll go through the wall."
Lu Cheng went around to the back of the clock tower.
This is the outlet of the sewage ditch, and also the only blind spot.
But this is also the most difficult part to climb; the walls are covered with slippery moss, and there's not even a foothold.
Lu Cheng took a deep breath.
He suddenly swung his right hand.
"call out-
'
A very faint sound of something cutting through the air rang out.
The "Hundred-Refined Ghost Hand" grappling hook, along with its incredibly tough black gold thread, soared straight into the sky.
There was no clanging sound.
Lu Cheng's technique was extremely exquisite, using a "soft" force.
The grappling hook traced an arc in the air and gripped the edge of the top-floor window sill.
Moreover, it was fastened behind that thick curtain fabric, so the sound it made was absorbed by the fabric and was negligible.
Lu Cheng gently tugged at the black silk.
Not moving.
Stable.
He wrapped the black silk around his waist, and then, like a gecko, he stuck himself to the wall.
Geckos climb the wall.
He used both his hands and feet, not relying entirely on the rope, but channeling his inner strength into his limbs and fingers. With each grab, his fingers dug into the cracks in the bricks like steel nails.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
He leaped up the vertical wall at lightning speed, his movements incredibly agile.
A ten-foot-tall building can be traversed in the blink of an eye.
Just as he was about to reach the top-floor window.
Sudden.
"Who?!"
A murderous voice rang out from above.
Lu Cheng's heart skipped a beat.
[Seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune] An instant alarm, sending chills down your spine.
A hidden sentry was found in an inconspicuous vent next to the window.
The sentry poked half his head out, holding a Browning pistol with a silencer, the dark muzzle pointed directly at Lu Cheng, who was hanging in mid-air.
It's too yin.
There are people hiding in this place.
The sentry clearly hadn't expected anyone to climb up the smooth back wall, but he reacted quickly, his finger already on the trigger.
The distance was less than two meters.
Lu Cheng was suspended in mid-air, with nowhere to escape.
In the blink of an eye.
Lu Cheng did not let go and fall, as that would alert the guards below.
He made an extremely bold move.
His left hand suddenly reached out from his chest.
"Go!"
A locust stone, only the size of a thumb, with edges sharpened to the point of being as sharp as a knife.
Lu Cheng did not use any big moves that required building up strength.
Instead, he flicked his wrist, using a "springy" force from Xingyi Quan.
Like a machine spring.
"puff!"
It sounded like a rotten watermelon being pierced.
The flying stone, carrying Lu Cheng's penetrating inner force, struck the sentry's forehead with unparalleled precision.
It was directly embedded!
The sentry didn't even utter a sound. The light in his eyes instantly faded, and his finger froze on the trigger, but he no longer had the strength to pull it.
The body went limp and started to fall outwards.
If they fall, "bang!" the whole camp will explode.
"trouble."
Lu Cheng frowned.
He pushed off the wall with both feet, and with the pull of the black silk, he swung in an arc in the air.
In the instant the body was about to fall.
He reached out his left hand and grabbed the corpse by the collar.
With a weight of over 200 pounds, plus the momentum of falling.
Lu Cheng felt his arm sink, and his bones creaked.
But he managed to withstand it using his "toad-fishing strength".
Then, like a large ape, he carried the corpse and, with a few leaps, tumbled into the ventilation shaft.
Gently, place the body down.
The entire process was smooth and seamless, without making a single unusual sound.
"call----"
Lu Cheng squatted in the dark ventilation duct, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
That was close.
This Fengtai camp is indeed fraught with danger at every turn.
He looked into the room through the ventilation vent.
The room was covered with a thick carpet and furnished with a genuine leather sofa. A gramophone was playing Zhou Xuan's deep and resonant "Night Shanghai".
A woman in a silk nightgown is standing with her back to the window, holding a glass of red wine, seemingly waiting anxiously for something.
That figure from behind was graceful and charming.
It was Bai Feng.
"Where is Commander Zhang?"
Lu Cheng's gaze swept across the entire room.
no one.
Apart from Bai Feng, the house was completely empty.
"Could the intelligence be wrong?"
Lu Cheng was puzzled.
Just then, footsteps came from outside the door.
"Knock knock knock".
Someone knocked on the door.
"Come in," Bai Feng quickly put down her wine glass, turned around, and called out in a languid voice.
The door opened.
A soldier who looked like an adjutant walked in and saluted.
"Madam, the horse is back."
"horse?"
Bai Feng was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed.
"You mean—that Akhal-Teke horse that the Japanese gave us, it's been found?"
"Yes, it just ran back; it's in the stable downstairs."
"Very good."
Bai Feng patted his chest and breathed a long sigh of relief.
"That beast is the commander's darling. If he were really lost, we would all be in deep trouble. Now that he's back, we should take good care of him."
"You—get off."
Bai Feng waved her hand, signaling the adjutant to step down.
however.
The adjutant did not move.
He was still standing at the door, head down, hat brim pulled low, his face obscured.
But the aura emanating from him became somewhat strange.
Why aren't you leaving yet?
Bai Feng frowned, sensing that something was wrong.
"Is there anything else?"
The adjutant slowly raised his head.
He did not speak.
But that hand gently rested on the door latch.
"Click".
The door was locked from the inside.
Inside the room, the gramophone was still playing its song.
"Shanghai at night, Shanghai at night, you are a city that never sleeps—"
But the sweet singing voice could not conceal the sudden chill that had descended upon them.
Bai Feng stared at the "adjutant" who had locked the door from the inside. Her wine glass trembled, spilling red wine onto the snow-white carpet like a glaring stain of blood.
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"Who—who are you?!"
Her voice was sharp and trembling.
Although this man was wearing the uniform of the guard battalion, his physique and demeanor, even with his head down, showed that he was definitely not the kind of timid, subservient soldier.
The man slowly raised his hand and took off his peaked military cap.
Then, he removed the glittering golden mask—the Monkey King mask.
He revealed a young face, yet it was as cold as ice.
His eyebrows were like swords reaching his temples, and his eyes were like cold stars.
"Lu—Lu Cheng?!"
Bai Feng screamed, terrified out of her wits. She felt as if her bones had been removed, and collapsed onto the sofa, the wine glass in her hand falling to the ground and shattering into pieces.
She never expected this.
This man was seen as a thorn in their side, a thorn in their flesh, a man they wished they could tear to pieces.
On this heavily guarded night, when not even a fly could get in, it was unexpected.
And there he was, standing right in front of her, alive and well.
"Mrs. Bai, it's been a long time."
Lu Cheng casually tossed the military cap onto the coffee table and strode over with measured steps, as if he were on his own stage.
He sat down opposite the leather sofa, ignoring Bai Feng's terrified face, and poured himself a glass of red wine.
"This wine is quite good. Was it a gift from the Japanese?"
Lu Cheng swirled the wine glass, leaving streaks on the glass's surface from the scarlet liquid.
"Master Lu—Grandmaster Lu—"
Bai Feng's teeth chattered as she desperately shrank into the corner of the sofa, clutching the cross in her hand as if it were her last lifeline.
"No—don't kill me! Back then—back then, that 'Picking the Slippery Cart' thing wasn't my idea. It was—it was that bastard Xiao Shengyun who instigated me."
"And—and the Black Wolf Group's assassination attempt on you was all ordered by Commander Zhang. It has nothing to do with a woman like me."
She was rambling incoherently, throwing all the dirty water at others.
Lu Cheng looked at this woman who was once arrogant but is now making a fool of herself, and a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes.
"Shut up."
Two words, a simple and understated description.
Bai Feng immediately shut her mouth, leaving only a gurgling sound in her throat.
"I ask, you answer."
Lu Cheng put down his wine glass, his gaze sharp as a knife.
"Where is Commander Zhang?"
"It's not here, or is it hiding in some mouse hole?"
Bai Feng's eyes flickered, and she subconsciously glanced into the inner room before stammering.
"The commander-in-chief—he's downstairs inspecting the defenses—he'll be up in a bit—"
"Snapped!"
The wine glass in Lu Cheng's hand suddenly shattered.
Fragments flew everywhere.
"It seems you're going to have to suffer the consequences instead of accepting the offer."
Lu Cheng stood up and activated his [Fiery Eyes].
His gaze swept over the large, ornately carved European-style bed in the inner room, and then over the wardrobe in the corner.
no one.
There wasn't a soul in the room except for him and Bai Feng.
"He's not in now."
Lu Cheng walked up to Bai Feng, leaned down, and his cold, stern face approached Bai Feng, the aura of death making Bai Feng almost suffocate.
"Since I can come in silently, I can also tear you to pieces silently."
"My patience is limited."
"Last chance."
"Commander Zhang, where did you go?"
Under Lu Cheng's gaze, which seemed to pierce through her soul, Bai Feng finally broke down.
"I'll talk, I'll talk."
She cried and screamed, her makeup ruined, making her look like a clown.
"He's not here—he's not even in the camp."
"Half an hour ago, a car from the Japanese consulate arrived and called him downstairs."
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"Japanese?"
Lu Cheng frowned.
Why would the Japanese want to see him in the middle of the night?
"Where are you going?" Lu Cheng pressed.
"No—I don't know!" Bai Feng cried. "It's a secret. He never tells me."
"Um?"
Before he could finish speaking, Lu Cheng felt a sense of foreboding.
Just then.
"Whoosh—!"
A sharp, ear-piercing whistling sound suddenly rang out from the shadows behind the screen.
That wasn't a bullet.
Those are hidden weapons.
Lu Cheng's "Seeking Good Fortune and Avoiding Misfortune" instantly triggered an alarm, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end.
Without thinking, he suddenly swerved to the side, grabbing the heavy brass ashtray on the coffee table and holding it in front of him.
"when!!"
A crisp sound.
The ashtray was struck with tremendous force, sparks flying everywhere, and a bright blue dart was clearly visible embedded in it.
This animal was fed a highly toxic substance.
"Who goes there?!"
Lu Cheng shouted and slammed the ashtray in his hand against the screen.
"Splash!"
The screen is shattered.
An old man, dressed in a gray robe, short in stature but with a pair of long, ape-like arms, suddenly appeared from behind.
The man had a gloomy face, and his ten fingers were as black as ink with sharp nails.
"Hehehehe————"
The old man let out a strange laugh.
"Master Lu, you are indeed skilled."
"I never imagined that my 'Shadowless Needle,' honed over forty years, would fail to take your life."
"Who are you?" Lu Cheng asked with a serious expression.
The aura emanating from this person was cold and vicious. Although he was not at the Transformation Realm, his cultivation of hidden strength was even more profound than that of the Thousand Leaf Slash.
He's an old monster who specializes in assassination techniques.
"I am Wang Wu, the Ghost Hand."
The old man said in a sinister tone.
"If you take someone's money, you're obligated to solve their problems."
"Master Zhang had long anticipated that you would come here to cause trouble. Before he left, he specially spent a lot of money to ask me to wait here."
"This room is where your coffin is prepared."
Before he could finish speaking...
Wang Wu made a move.
He moved like a ghost, not confronting Lu Cheng head-on, but wandering around the small room.
He raised both hands in quick succession.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
A barrage of plum blossom darts and bone-piercing nails rained down on Lu Cheng like a storm.
These hidden weapons were arranged at tricky angles; some traveled in straight lines, while others swirled around, effectively blocking all of Lu Cheng's escape routes.
"A trivial skill."
Lu Cheng snorted coldly.
He did not back down.
In this confined space, retreat means death.
He suddenly ripped off his black night clothes, held them in his hand, and channeled his inner energy into them.
"call-!!"
That ordinary cloth garment seemed to transform into an iron shield in his hands, or a swirling dark cloud.
【Flowing Clouds and Flying Sleeves】!
This is a move he learned from the water sleeve technique in traditional Chinese opera, combined with the soft force of hidden strength, specifically designed to counter hidden weapons.
"Jingle bells."
A series of loud impacts.
Those deadly hidden weapons were all caught in the garment, or were deflected and pinned to the wall or the sofa.
"Is that all you've got?"
Lu Cheng took a step forward and threw away his tattered clothes.
He charged at Wang Wu like a tiger descending a mountain.
"I'll return that injection to you now."
Lu Cheng held a plum blossom dart he had just caught in his hand.
A flick of the wrist.
"Go!"
The plum blossom dart bounced back at an even faster speed than it had come from.
Wang Wu was terrified.
He didn't expect that Lu Cheng could not only break his hidden weapon formation, but also launch a counterattack.
He wanted to hide, but the room was too small, and Lu Cheng's aura had already locked him in.
"puff."
The plum blossom dart struck Wang Wu squarely in the left shoulder.
"ah!!"
Wang Wu let out a miserable cry and froze.
In a battle between masters, a moment of hesitation can mean life or death.
Lu Cheng has arrived.
Form and meaning — [Bear Collision].
"Bang!!"
Lu Cheng's shoulder slammed into Wang Wu's arms.
This collision carried the domineering power of the White Tiger True Meaning and the explosive force of the Toad Fishing Technique.
"Click-clack".
The sound of bones cracking echoed throughout the room.
Wang Wu was thrown against the wall as if he had been hit by a train, before sliding down softly.
His chest was caved in, and he was spitting out blood; he was clearly not going to live.
"You—you—"
Wang Wu pointed at Lu Cheng, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Wow—what domineering kung fu!"
His head lolled to the side, and he died.
Lu Cheng took a deep breath, calming his surging blood and qi.
He turned around and looked at Bai Feng, who was huddled in the corner, completely terrified.
"Where did Commander Zhang go?"
"The specific location."
Bai Feng trembled as she pointed in a direction outside the window.
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