If Director Pang is a member of Dark Night Rose, then interrogating his spirit after killing him would yield a lot of information, accelerating the hunt for Black Impermanence... Zhang Yuanqing felt a burst of joy.
He was even more anxious than Fu Qingyang about finding Black Impermanence, who had been elusive for so long.
"But why would he want to kill me? At this critical juncture, killing me would only create complications," Zhang Yuanqing wondered.
"He has his reasons for wanting to kill you. Once I kill him, we'll find out through spirit interrogation," Fu Qingyang said, opening the wine cabinet and taking out red wine and goblets.
"Care for a glass?"
So that's where Li Dongze learned his habits from... Zhang Yuanqing shook his head and said, "Do you have cola?"
Fu Qingyang put back one of the goblets and said calmly, "Then you'll have to wait until this is over and buy it yourself."
He sipped the tart red wine, his expression natural, not at all like someone going to kill someone, more like someone going to a club...
Perhaps only someone from a wealthy, established family could cultivate such calm composure. Zhang Yuanqing wasn't like that; his mind was filled with thoughts of how to kill Director Pang, how much information the latter knew about Dark Night Rose, and how much risk he would bear if the mission failed.
Along the way, the two didn't speak again. Fu Qingyang held his wine glass, gazing at the night scenery outside the window, occasionally taking a sip.
Zhang Yuanqing reclined his seat, lying flat to recover his energy.
About twenty minutes later, Fu Qingyang put down his wine glass. Almost simultaneously, the business car slowly decelerated.
Zhang Yuanqing immediately opened his eyes and sat up, looking out the window. The business car was parked outside a high-end residential complex. The complex's style was extremely luxurious and fashionable, with buildings clad in black bricks arranged in an orderly manner.
Directly in front of the complex's entrance was a plaza with a fountain in the center. At first glance, it looked like a high-end hotel.
They really have money. The prices here must be at least 150,000 yuan per square meter, Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself.
"Centurion, wouldn't going in like this alert the enemy? Shouldn't we deploy in advance?" Zhang Yuanqing suggested.
Fu Qingyang said calmly:
"Pang Wudi sent an evil spirit to kill you. He must be at home waiting for news. 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 cold, the young master still patiently explained to his confidant subordinate. After saying that, he changed the subject:
"But necessary reconnaissance must be done to guard against any Dark Night Rose members in the vicinity who might sabotage our plan."
How to reconnoiter? Zhang Yuanqing wondered.
Fu Qingyang raised his right hand, forming a sword with his fingers, and pressed it against his brow.
The next moment, Zhang Yuanqing vaguely saw a light white ripple spreading out from Fu Qingyang's brow, like water waves spreading into the distance. The further it spread,
the lighter the white light became, eventually becoming imperceptible.
A dozen seconds later, Fu Qingyang opened his eyes and said, "There are no ambushes nearby."
Seeing his confidant subordinate gaping in astonishment, he smiled calmly: "No need to be surprised. This is a Scout!"
What Zhang Yuanqing was thinking was: This is the real Eye of Insight. Compared to him, Li Dongze's is a fake.
After Fu Qingyang finished speaking, he opened the car door and walked to the guard booth at the entrance of the complex. He looked at the security guard calmly and said:
"Open the gate!"
In this kind of wealthy residential complex, entry and exit require swiping a security card.
The security guard looked in surprise at the exceptionally handsome young man, dressed in a crisp, meticulously tailored white suit, with a simple short ponytail, so handsome that he was unapproachable.
His gaze was deep and calm. When he looked at you, he was like a king high above, with elegance and nobility.
The security guard said respectfully, "You, which unit are you from?"
Fu Qingyang said calmly, "Open the gate. Don't waste my time."
For some reason, the security guard felt an inexplicable sense of awe and submission, and opened the gate tremblingly.
Fu Qingyang nodded slightly, passed through the iron gate, and entered the complex.
Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing quickly followed, but was stopped by the security guard: "Wait a minute! Which unit are you from?"
Zhang Yuanqing recalled the scene just now, put on a serious face, his gaze deep and calm, imitating Fu Qingyang's aloof, king-like demeanor, and said calmly:
"Don't waste my time."
The security guard sized him up a few times, waved his hand impatiently, and said, "Go, go, go."
"..." Zhang Yuanqing's face looked a little embarrassed, so he had to use Charm to bewilder the old man, and quietly slipped into the complex himself.
*The Indestructible Fort Lord*
Well, it's not that my aura is inferior to Fu Qingyang's, but different professions have different abilities. He can't bewitch old men like I can, he silently rationalized.
Quickly catching up with Fu Qingyang, Zhang Yuanqing complained in a low voice:
"Centurion, why didn't we climb the wall? Going through the main entrance will easily leave traces."
The figure in the white suit strode forward and said calmly:
"Don't forget your identity. We are the authorities."
Okay, if it were Li Dongze, he would definitely say: Climbing the wall isn't elegant enough! Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself.
West side residential building, 21st floor, large flat.
In the living room, Pang Wudi, wearing a judo suit and with a square face, sat silently and seriously at the bar, holding a glass wine cup in the palm of his hand.
On the marble bar in front of him, there was a bottle of whiskey and an old-fashioned cell 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 wasn't worried. He didn't think that Yuan Shi tianzun could evade the evil spirit's pursuit. Night Tourers didn't have the ability to enter the dream realm; as long as he entered the dream realm, he would definitely die.
After obtaining this item, Pang Wudi had used it to kill several enemies that he didn't find convenient to deal with himself, and had never failed.
This item was an assassination artifact, killing people invisibly, without revealing any traces. Even Scouts as sharp as him couldn't find any clues.
The only flaw was that it had almost no effect on enemies in the Saint realm, and the price of using it was that after ten times, the evil spirit would hunt the master in his dreams.
Of course, for Pang Wudi, who was in the Saint realm, it would at most create some minor crises that didn't hurt or itch.
"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 sharp, so I need to be careful these next three days..."
Pang Wudi drained the wine in his glass. Just then, a picture flashed in his mind:
Fu Qingyang in a white suit, leading a handsome young man, had arrived outside the security door.
This picture was transmitted back from the potted plant he had placed outside the door. The Saint-realm Wood Elemental could transmit signals to plants within a small range, turning them into his "eyes."
Yuan Shi tianzun isn't dead? They've come to my door? How is that possible?!
Pang Wudi's pupils shrank, and emotions such as shock and bewilderment surged up instantly. He quickly made a decision: to leave this place.
Leave here first, pass the news of the failed assassination to the contact "Heaven's Unfairness," then report to his superiors, and then wait for orders and adapt to the situation.
In short, he couldn't stay here at this time, and he had to dispose of the assassination item at the very least.
After making his decision, Pang Wudi rushed to the balcony, trying to jump out of the window to escape.
"Pa ta, pa ta..."
The lock on the security door was melted into molten iron, dripping down with a "pa ta" sound.
The security door opened, and Fu Qingyang walked in, wearing dark red gloves.
"Don't leave. You can't escape," Fu Qingyang said calmly, looking at the back heading straight for the balcony.
Without turning his head, Pang Wudi threw out a handful of spores. These spores swelled up in the wind, turning into plants resembling small octopuses, with tentacles wriggling, enveloping Fu Qingyang and Zhang Yuanqing.
Zhang Yuanqing pounced to the side, avoiding the "octopus" plants that were shooting toward him.
He didn't expect the two sides to fight as soon as they met, without even saying a word.
Fu Qingyang didn't retreat. He advanced through the sky full of plants. He seemed to have calculated the movement trajectory of the octopus plants. He appeared to be strolling leisurely, but he could skillfully avoid all the plants that were enveloping him.
At the same time, Fu Qingyang flipped his right hand, and a deep cyan small command flag appeared in his hand. He flicked his finger and launched it.
"Du!"
The command flag was nailed into the balcony tiles. A green hazy light curtain rose up, turning into a cage, trapping Pang Wudi on the balcony.
"Hmph!" Pang Wudi's body suddenly swelled up, like a balloon that had been inflated, turning into a giant three meters tall, his muscles like vines, taut and hard.
He heavily punched the light curtain, causing a wave of shattered green light to sweep through the living room.
At this time, Fu Qingyang had already arrived at the balcony entrance, and grabbed the Eight Directions Sword covered in copper rust from his inventory.
A hint of fear flashed in Pang Wudi's eyes. He opened his mouth and spat out a cloud of gray mist.
In the mist, spores invisible to the naked eye floated and sank. These spores had powerful plundering properties. Once they stuck to a living being, they would grow wildly until they drained its life force.
The thick fog enveloped him. Even a Scout's "prediction" couldn't avoid this kind of attack.
But Fu Qingyang didn't retreat half a step. He grabbed a white small flag in his left hand, with a majestic white tiger embroidered on the flag.
"Roar!"
A illusory tiger's roar echoed in the room, scattering the mist.
Fu Qingyang took a step forward, raising the Eight Directions Bronze Sword high.
Pang Wudi's burly body suddenly trembled. His legs and feet seemed unable to coordinate. His left foot wanted to avoid to the left, while 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 rattan armor to cover his three-meter-tall body.
Fu Qingyang slashed down with his sword.
The next moment, the rattan armor was split open, flesh and blood separated, and this three-meter-tall giant was cut in half. Organs fell "crashing" down, and deep red blood spread across the balcony tiles.
Zhang Yuanqing, who witnessed this scene from behind, was both surprised and delighted. Various thoughts flashed through his mind quickly:
He's dead? A Saint just died like that...
Why didn't he dodge? That sword was unremarkable. Was it difficult to dodge?
Fu Qingyang retracted the Bronze Sword and the command flag, and turned his head indifferently: "Come over and interrogate his spirit!"
"Okay, okay," Zhang Yuanqing restrained his chaotic thoughts and walked over quickly.
ps: I'll update the misspelled words later.