Xing Tuo’s pupils gradually tightened, gripping the mobile phone tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white.
Xing Tuo’s stiff fingers pressed the hang-up button, his fingers trembling imperceptibly, his tightly pressed lips pale, with no expression on his handsome face. He calmly handed the mobile phone back to Deng Ma, who reached out to take it. At the moment their fingers touched, Deng Ma quickly slipped a hard, cold small object into his palm. He silently withdrew his hand, slowly closing his fingers.
“Young master, please return to your room,” one of the black-clad men said.
Xing Tuo knew they were not ordinary bodyguards, but highly professionally trained. He cast a cold glance at them and turned to walk into the room.
The powerful hands that had restrained him gradually relaxed. In that moment of their lowered guard, Xing Tuo suddenly broke free! He quickly raised his elbow and forcefully struck the chest of one of the black-clad men! The unprepared man was caught off guard, staggering backward from the sudden powerful impact.
Unrestrained, Xing Tuo moved with lightning speed, raising his long leg to kick between the legs of the other man! That series of actions took only an instant. By the time the two men on the ground came to their senses, Xing Tuo’s slender figure had already disappeared at the end of the corridor.
One of the men on the ground quickly took out his walkie-talkie and said something in a low voice. As soon as Xing Tuo burst out of the ancestral house’s door, five or six black-clad men immediately sprang up in the garden, surrounding him!
“Get lost!” Xing Tuo shouted!
“Young master, please return to your room,” one of the black-clad men stepped forward respectfully.
Xing Tuo stared directly at him, his eyes dark and cold.
“Young master, please return to your room,” the black-clad man repeated.
Xing Tuo’s eyes subtly glanced at the gun barely visible at his waist, a cold smile crossing his lips. Xing Tuo suddenly closed his eyes in pain, his body falling straight to the ground…
The black-clad man approached in confusion: “Young master…”
But Xing Tuo suddenly opened his eyes, quickly and accurately drawing the gun from the man’s waist! The cold, hard gun barrel was precisely aimed at the man’s forehead!
The black-clad man stood rigid, not daring to move.
