Wu Tianfeng gazed out of the floor-to-ceiling window for a while, seemingly deep in thought.
In the ensuing silence, he suddenly turned to his two subordinates and said, "Left and Right Guardians, you are both my father's most trusted and capable aides. Protecting the Scarlet Flower Society is, after all, your duty, isn't it?"
The two burly men nodded, "Young Master speaks the truth."
"Very good," Wu Tianfeng's lips curled upwards, and he spoke in a sinister tone, "For the next few days, you will continue to intercept the disciples of folk sects who wish to join the Research Society. My requirement is that during these days, not a single one of them shall reach the Folk Research Society unharmed!"
If Wu Tianfeng had previously only intended to stop the Scarlet Flower Society's traitors, his methods had now escalated to hindering the development of the Folk Research Society.
This was why he emphasized the identities of the two guardians; it would solidify their resolve, preventing them from showing mercy towards innocent folk sect disciples.
Fortunately, the two guardians were loyal to the Scarlet Flower Society and were not to be trifled with. They accepted the mission with blank expressions and departed swiftly.
Wu Tianfeng's gaze then fell upon Tian Jue'er.
He pointed to the caviar on the table and said, "Eat this."
Tian Jue'er stared at the barely touched caviar and silently reached out.
However, just as she was about to scoop up the caviar with a spoon, Wu Tianfeng grabbed her hand and grinned menacingly, "I want you to eat the plate the caviar is served on."
Tian Jue'er's expression changed.
Chewing the plate into fragments and swallowing them, while it wouldn't kill her, would undoubtedly cause her immense suffering, making life worse than death.
Wu Tianfeng's methods of torment had once again escalated.
Tian Jue'er gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and reached for the plate. She placed the hard plate in her mouth and bit down, a crunching sound echoing.
Even before she could chew, the sharp fragments had already cut her mouth, drawing blood.
Suddenly, Tian Jue'er couldn't help but shed tears. She envied the coffin carrier, who had been crippled by Wu Tianfeng and left at the doorstep of the Folk Research Society. Though he had endured great pain, he had gained freedom.
What kind of place was the Folk Research Society?
What kind of person was Yan Shouyi?
Could I possibly defect to the Research Society?
As Tian Jue'er felt the pain in her mouth, her mind was filled with thoughts of the Folk Research Society.
Fortunately, before she could actually swallow the shattered remnants of the plate, Wu Tianfeng left the dining room with a smile.
Tian Jue'er breathed a sigh of relief, spitting out the plate fragments. Fresh blood stained the white tablecloth, and her mouth wounds healed quickly.
Wu Tianfeng was a madman; sometimes he tormented Tian Jue'er simply to verify if she still obeyed him.
This was no different. Seeing Tian Jue'er begin to eat the plate, he left, satisfied.
Tian Jue'er silently rinsed her mouth with the water on the table, spitting out bloody water.
She also walked to the floor-to-ceiling window where Wu Tianfeng had stood, gazing into the distance. She could precisely see the Folk Research Society by West Lake.
"That… must be a place that can grant me release, mustn't it?"
...
Over the next two days.
The people of the Scarlet Flower Society were constantly in action, and another folk sect disciple, beaten half to death, appeared at the entrance of the Folk Research Society.
This completely enraged Yan Shouyi.
He couldn't help but call Ah Gong and Zhao Yiyao, urging them to find the Scarlet Flower Society's hideout as soon as possible.
Because with each day of delay, those who came to seek refuge with the Research Society would face one more day of danger.
Fortunately, the two were quite efficient.
Ah Gong said on the phone, "The people from the Scarlet Flower Society are very cunning. They erased all clues and traces when they delivered the coffin carrier, which is why Yi Yao and I wasted a day. However, they left clues during their second attack, and now Yi Yao is tracking them."
Hearing this, Yan Shouyi's mood slightly eased.
Not long after, Zhao Yiyao sent a message: "I've found them. They are on the 81st floor of the Financial Building!"
The Financial Building?
Yan Shouyi listened and silently walked to the villa's terrace, gazing into the distance.
Directly opposite West Lake stood that towering Financial Building.
"Are we going to make a move?" Zhao Yiyao asked.
Yan Shouyi said without hesitation, "Organize the personnel. We move at midnight tonight!"
The people of the Scarlet Flower Society were inhumane and pushed their luck. Yan Shouyi could not tolerate them for even a moment longer!
...
At midnight, the surroundings of the Financial Building were bustling with activity.
Long queues of taxis lined the roads, and many young office workers emerged from the building, having just finished overtime, dragging their exhausted bodies home to rest.
Yan Shouyi and his group went against the flow of people, entering the Financial Building from all directions.
Undoubtedly, the Scarlet Flower Society was monitoring the Folk Research Society. Therefore, Yan Shouyi had arranged for everyone to leave the Research Society in succession during the day, and then quietly enter the Financial Building at night.
Otherwise, if they were to move out en masse, the Scarlet Flower Society would surely detect them in advance, and they would end up with nothing.
Participating in tonight's operation, besides Yan Shouyi, were Ah Gong, Luo Ning, and Wang Jiwang.
These three were considered the strongest fighters among the younger generation of the Research Society.
Lin Zitong had also wanted to participate, but considering her pregnancy, Yan Shouyi absolutely forbade her from joining.
As for the older generation, such as Wei Changqing and the Dog Taoist, Yan Shouyi had deliberately kept them out of this action, as the Scarlet Flower Society alone was not worth their efforts.
If the older generation always stepped forward, when would the younger generation ever stand tall and be independent?
After all, this Research Society belonged to the younger generation.
Yan Shouyi did not bring his Zanpakuto, as it would be too conspicuous. However, Luo Ning brought her two recently refined Vajra Zombies.
These two Vajra Zombies were 1.9 meters tall, dressed in black suits, wearing sunglasses, and had makeup on their faces, making it impossible to tell they were dead.
As Wang Jiwang brushed past Luo Ning, he couldn't help but chide, "Aren't your Vajra Zombies a bit too conspicuous?"
Two 1.9-meter-tall burly men would simply not blend into the crowd and would be noticed at a glance.
Luo Ning snorted and snapped her fingers.
The two Vajra Zombies not far away silently took out armbands from their pockets and slapped them onto their arms.
The armbands bore two characters: Security.
Instantly, they appeared completely natural!
Wang Jiwang immediately felt a surge of admiration for Luo Ning and silently walked into the elevator.
Yan Shouyi, wearing a baseball cap, sat on a sofa in the lobby, pretending to fiddle with his phone, but in reality, he was constantly observing his surroundings.
The Financial Building was a dragon's pond and a tiger's den for them at this moment. Since it was uncertain if the Scarlet Flower Society had made any preparations, it was extremely dangerous.
Wang Jiwang volunteered to go up to the 80th floor first and then take the fire escape stairs to scout the situation.
Shortly after he got into the elevator, another elevator arrived at the first floor with a "ding."
Wu Tianfeng, wearing a floral shirt, emerged from the elevator with the Left Guardian.
A lustful expression was on his face as he muttered to himself, "It's a pity my father said Tian Jue'er was used to save my life. Otherwise, this Young Master wouldn't care if she was an adult or not; I would have taken her three years ago! ...Left Guardian, you did well today. This Young Master will take you to vent your frustrations!"
A smile finally appeared on the Left Guardian's impassive face, "Thank you, Young Master."