allonlinenovel Chapter 270 Assassin
Chapter 270 Assassin
Ignoring the old servant's panic, Ye Jingchu asked anxiously, "Where is Miss Wan'er?" His voice trembled slightly with anxiety, and his gaze was fixed on the old servant as if trying to see through him.
The old servant lowered his head and stammered, "Miss...Miss is not in the manor." His hands nervously twisted the hem of his clothes, and his body trembled slightly.
Ye Jingchu's heart tightened. He took a step forward, grabbed the old servant by the collar, and lifted him up. "Tell me, where did she go?" His eyes were filled with anger and anxiety, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He looked as if he wanted to devour the old servant alive.
The old servant was terrified, his face turned ashen, and his legs went weak, almost causing him to collapse. "I really don't know. I only know that last night some mysterious people came looking for Miss. Those people... those people had their faces covered, so I couldn't see their features, and they exuded a sinister aura. After they spoke a few words to Miss in hushed tones, Miss left with them."
Ye Jingchu snorted coldly, shoving the old servant aside, who collapsed to the ground. His mind was filled with doubt, his thoughts a tangled mess. Could Wan'er have been taken away by the Duke of Zhenguo's men? But why would the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion act so mysteriously? Or was there another reason? His brow furrowed, his gaze searching for clues. Suddenly, his eyes fell on a corner of the wall, where a handkerchief lay, faintly visible in the darkness.
He hurried over, picked up the handkerchief, and in the dim moonlight, recognized it as the one Wan'er always carried. The handkerchief was embroidered with delicate patterns, and Wan'er's initials were embroidered on the corner; he recognized them clearly.
Ye Jingchu gripped his handkerchief tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. He silently vowed to find Wan'er. Then, he turned and strode away, summoning his trusted subordinates. They quickly arrived, and he stood before them, his face stern, his gaze resolute: "Miss Wan'er has disappeared. A mysterious person took her away last night. You are to disperse immediately and search everywhere for Wan'er's whereabouts. Do not overlook any clues. At the same time, intensify the search of suspicious persons in the city. Report back immediately if anything unusual is discovered."
The trusted men answered in unison and quickly disappeared into the night. Ye Jingchu, however, pursued them in the direction the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion had fled. His figure receded into the darkness, his eyes filled with unwavering determination, though he knew the chances were slim. He would not give up any opportunity to find Wan'er. His heart felt as if gripped by an invisible hand; every step he took was accompanied by deep worry and concern for Wan'er.
Night fell, and Ye Jingchu hurried along the direction of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion, his expression grave. However, he found no valuable clues along the way. His heart was filled with anxiety, his steps quickened, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. The wind whistled past his ears, seemingly mocking his futile efforts.
Just as he was anxious and at a loss, a faint struggle sound suddenly came from a side alley. The sound was particularly jarring in the quiet night. Ye Jingchu's ears twitched, and without hesitation, he rushed towards the direction of the sound. When he rushed into the alley, he saw a woman being harassed by several thugs. The woman's face was filled with terror, and her figure, in her frantic struggle, bore a striking resemblance to Wan'er. Ye Jingchu didn't want to get involved, after all, his mind was entirely focused on Wan'er's safety, but this subtle resemblance still made his heart tighten.
He took a deep breath, roared, and charged forward like an enraged cheetah. His fists and feet flew, his movements swift and decisive, quickly routing the thugs who scattered in all directions. When he approached the woman and saw her face clearly, he realized it wasn't Wan'er. Disappointment instantly welled up, and his eyes dimmed. However, the woman was deeply grateful, repeatedly thanking Ye Jingchu. She then told him that she had just seen a group of suspicious people heading towards the woods outside the city, and that it seemed there was a woman being held hostage among them.
Upon hearing the news of Wan'er's arrival, his weary spirits were instantly lifted, as if he had seen a glimmer of light in the darkness. He didn't bother to rest, nor did he have time to speak with the woman; he immediately turned and ran towards the woods outside the city. He moved with incredible speed, his mind focused on only one thought: he must find Wan'er. Reaching the depths of the woods, the surrounding silence was eerie, broken only by the echo of his footsteps. Finally, he discovered a hidden hut, surrounded by trees, almost impossible to spot without careful observation.
Ye Jingchu cautiously approached, each step light and careful, afraid of disturbing the person inside. As he neared the window, he peered through the narrow crack and saw Wan'er inside, unharmed, but surrounded by several men in black. At that moment, the men seemed to be preparing to feed Wan'er a pill, her face filled with terror and resistance. Seeing this, Ye Jingchu's anger flared, his eyes instantly bloodshot. He could no longer restrain himself, kicking open the door and engaging the men in black in a fierce battle like a tiger. Although he was highly skilled in martial arts, these men in black were also well-trained; for a moment, the air was filled with the whistling of fists and the crisscrossing of figures.
Just as he was losing ground, his trusted men arrived like divine intervention. Working together, their shouts of encouragement echoed through the woods. With their help, Ye Jingchu rallied, and they fought side-by-side, attacking and defending with perfect coordination. After a fierce battle, they finally subdued the man in black and successfully rescued Wan'er. Upon seeing Ye Jingchu, tears welled in Wan'er's eyes. Ye Jingchu rushed forward and embraced her tightly, as if holding the whole world within him.
Ye Jingchu held Wan'er tightly in his arms, his arms like the strongest bulwark, giving her an endless sense of security. He lowered his head slightly and whispered comfortingly in Wan'er's ear, "It's alright, Wan'er. With me here, you'll never be hurt again." His voice was gentle yet firm, as if possessing a magical power that could dispel the fear and unease in Wan'er's heart. Then, he slowly turned his head, his gaze sharp as a knife as he looked at the subdued men in black, his eyes filled with a cold chill that seemed capable of freezing people.
"Who are you? Why have you kidnapped Wan'er?" His voice was deep and authoritative, echoing in the silent space like rolling thunder. However, the men in black all kept their lips tightly pressed together, their faces expressionless, remaining silent in the face of Ye Jingchu's question. They were like a group of soulless puppets, simply standing there quietly, seemingly guarding some unspeakable secret. Ye Jingchu's brows furrowed deeply, forming a deep frown. He knew that there was a conspiracy behind this, and it was definitely not a simple kidnapping.
At this moment, his trusted aide carefully searched the men in black, his movements swift and efficient. A moment later, the aide pulled a token from one of the men's robes. The token shimmered with a mysterious luster in the dim light, and strange patterns were engraved upon it. The patterns were winding and intricate, resembling some ancient runes, or perhaps a code concealing a great secret.