Suddenly, Zhou Yi's phone rang.
"Dad, what is it? What? Uncle Jiao is dead? That can't be possible, can it?"
Zhou Yi's face abruptly went pale. Zhou Botong's voice from the other end of the phone sounded weary as well. "The police sent the news. Things aren't looking good right now, and we still don't know who killed Old Jiao... You absolutely must not leave the house for the next couple of days!"
Zhou Yi hung up in a daze.
"What happened?" Wu Xiaoyan had barely said that when her face suddenly turned white. "Z-Zhou Yi..."
"What?" Zhou Yi said impatiently.
"Y-your back..." Wu Xiaoyan stammered, pointing behind Zhou Yi.
Zhou Yi was stunned. Before he could turn around, an icy palm landed on the back of his neck and then... squeezed hard!
Zhou Yi passed out.
Wu Xiaoyan looked at the shapely figure shrouded in black mist, chills running through her body. She turned and ran, but the shadow was faster. It reached her back in two steps and struck with a chop of its hand.
At the same time, across from the gates of the Zhou Family estate.
Bai Xiaowen sat on the curb with his eyes slightly narrowed. He had been viewing through the Shadow Assassin's eyes the entire time, using Mind Link to remotely control the Shadow Assassin's movements.
"With my current mental strength, Mind Link's maximum range is 250 meters. It's a little short, but enough. They finally spilled something worthwhile. I didn't wait this long for nothing... Time to move."
Bai Xiaowen stood and walked to the gates.
Two security guards carrying batons approached him.
"Hey, what are you doing here?"
"That guy's been sitting there for more than ten minutes. He might be mentally unstable. Hurry up and chase him off!"
Bai Xiaowen