Impossible to Guard Against

Impossible to Guard Against

Three minutes left.

Compared with the outside, the villa's interior was even more lavishly decorated.

There was also a large group of bodyguards in matching suits inside. They had received the signal and were now rushing out.

Fu Qian's sudden appearance had obviously left them bewildered and on edge.

Without a word, Fu Qian darted through the crowd, setting off countless alarms as he went.

He ignored everyone shouting at him. When someone tried to stop him, he nimbly dodged past.

The villa descended into chaos in an instant.

The piercing alarms grew more intense. Fu Qian clearly saw a large group of bodyguards gathering outside the door of a particular room.

One minute left.

This had to be the place.

The bodyguards were so tense around here that there was a good chance Miss Wen was inside.

Fu Qian strode forward and casually picked up a stone table, hurling it ahead.

With a whoosh, the table flew like a discus. The sheer force of it sent the bodyguards scrambling backward, smashing a path open through the crowd.

Fu Qian followed right behind it and kicked the door open without hesitation.

There were two women in the room.

One was in her early twenties, with delicate features and a face as lovely as a painting. She had the air of a refined young lady from a distinguished family.

At that moment, she was sitting at the table with a bowl of soup in her hands, presumably about to drink it.

She was most likely Wen Li.

Without hesitation, Fu Qian fired an Air Bullet.

Although he still couldn't be sure how she was going to die, one thing was certain: if she continued what she was doing, she would die.

So stop right there.

After days of practice, Fu Qian's aim had improved beyond recognition.

The Air Bullet struck the bowl in the woman's hands and blasted it to pieces. Amid her scream, the piping-hot soup drenched her from head to toe.

Footsteps sounded behind him. A crowd rushed in and surrounded Fu Qian.

"Who are you? Who sent you?"

At the front was a middle-aged man who bore some resemblance to the woman with the soup.

His face was livid, and he glared at Fu Qian as if he wanted to devour him.

Five minutes and one second, five minutes and two seconds, five minutes and three seconds...

Fu Qian didn't even acknowledge him. He simply counted in silence.

By the time five minutes and twelve seconds had passed, no mission-failed prompt had appeared.

The woman with the soup was also standing there perfectly fine, shielded behind a group of bodyguards.

Excellent!

Fu Qian was very satisfied with the result and glanced back at the middle-aged man.

"And who are you?"

You don't know who I am?

The middle-aged man was so furious that he laughed. He stared hard at Fu Qian.

"I'm Wen Xiuxian. I'll ask you one last time: who are you, and who sent you?"

Wen Xiuxian? Never heard of him.

But since the man had introduced himself,

Fu Qian nodded and pointed to Captain Gu behind the crowd.

"Fu Qian, an elite member of Captain Gu's team. He sent me."

Holy crap!

Schwarzenegger Gu, who had been questioning his entire existence, nearly fell to the ground when he heard Fu Qian.

"And then..."

Fu Qian changed tack and pointed at the woman with the soup.

"I saved your daughter's life!"

Huh?

Wen Xiuxian had been furious and was about to order his men to seize the two of them. At Fu Qian's words, he froze.

"What do you mean?"

"Is that so hard to understand? If you don't get it, you can ask the woman behind your precious daughter."

Fu Qian pointed at the young woman dressed as a maid behind Wen Li.

He was now eighty percent sure that she was up to no good.

"Me?"

When everyone turned to look at her, the young maid panicked.

"I don't understand what's going on. I didn't do anything!"

The maid denied it desperately. Fu Qian only watched her without saying a word.

Wen Xiuxian seemed to realize something was amiss. He stared thoughtfully at the broken bowl on the floor.

Then he gave a signal. Two men quickly restrained the maid, while someone else collected the remaining soup from the broken bowl.

The results came back soon.

"It's really poisoned!"

Wen Xiuxian looked at the young maid, murderous intent in his eyes.

"Fang Ting, why did you do this?"

"I... I really don't know..."

The maid named Fang Ting stared blankly ahead, shaking her head desperately.

"You made the soup for Wen Li, and you're saying you don't know?"

"Tell me who sent you!"

"I really didn't..."

Watching the farce unfold, Fu Qian glanced at the person at its center, Wen Li.

The genius who had just escaped death looked a little pale, but she seemed calm enough. Perhaps she was already used to this sort of thing.

Fang Ting kept repeating that she didn't know, and Wen Xiuxian was clearly running out of patience.

After asking her twice more, he ordered his men to drag Fang Ting away, presumably to torture her for information.

Just then, Fang Ting abruptly stopped pleading. She stood frozen in place.

After a few seconds of silence, a scream burst from her mouth, wild and unhinged.

The next moment, as if imbued with divine strength, she broke free of the two bodyguards, grabbed the still-dazed Wen Li, and bared her gleaming white teeth to bite down.

Crack!

There was a sound like a paper bag tearing. Before the frenzied Fang Ting could bite anyone, a punch sent her flying.

In the face of Fang Ting's sudden attack, Fu Qian didn't step in to save Wen Li. He chose to watch and wait.

In his view, although this sudden assault was unexpected, it posed no real threat.

It was a good chance to see whether they had any power he could make use of.

If the Wen Family couldn't even handle this, they might as well forget about trying to become the powerful elite.

Judging by the contorted way her body landed, she was almost certainly dead.

Fu Qian looked up. The person who had saved Wen Li was none other than the middle-aged man who had been at Young Master Ye's side.

It seemed that the group had already searched outside and returned.

"She was probably hypnotized. It looks like the other side has an expert in that field."

The middle-aged man crouched to examine Fang Ting's corpse, then nodded to Wen Xiuxian.

"Thank you, Mr. Ji."

Still shaken, Wen Xiuxian thanked the middle-aged man.

"Uncle Wen, there's no need to thank me. It was nothing."

Young Master Ye finally found a chance to make his presence felt. He laughed and stepped forward.

"With us here, Wen Li won't be in any danger—"

Before he could finish, the wall on one side of the room suddenly shattered.

A massive white stone pillar tore through the air with a violent roar, instantly engulfing Wen Li.

[Wen Li has died. Containment failed.]

Amid the chaos, Fu Qian looked through the breach in the wall and saw a huge, strangely shaped figure.

The monster was at least three meters tall. Its entire body looked as if it were covered in stone, and its head was simply a sphere with several holes in it.

It was standing beside a broken stone pillar—the very one Fu Qian had kicked over earlier.

The monster had thrown the broken pillar like a javelin. It had crossed dozens of meters and killed its target with pinpoint accuracy.

The maid's sudden frenzy and attack had never been meant to succeed. They had simply been used to pinpoint the target for this creature.

As Wen Xiuxian let out a thunderous roar, the bodyguards finally reacted and began attacking. But every strike was blocked by the thick slabs of rock covering the monster's body.

After breaking through the obstruction, the monster dove into the lake beside the villa and disappeared in the blink of an eye.