338: Chapter 338

Two thirty in the morning.

Jiguang Zhai.

Han Jingyang and Shi Xiaoya were sleeping soundly when his phone suddenly rang.

Shi Xiaoya picked it up casually. "This is Jiguang Zhai, Han Jingyang's place. Who is this?"

"Ma'am, save me! This is Zhang Chaoyue. Zhang Dahai wants to kill me and take the treasure. Please, tell the Boss to save me! Here's my shared location. Ma'am, please, you have to hurry."

Shi Xiaoya sat up abruptly and shook Han Jingyang awake. "Hubby, Zhang Dahai is trying to snatch our subordinate and dharma instrument. Should we stop him?"

Han Jingyang opened his eyes groggily. Looking up, he saw a completely naked Shi Xiaoya. He pulled her into an embrace and gave her a firm kiss. "What subordinate?"

"Zhang Chaoyue."

"Since when is he a subordinate?"

"He's quite a smooth talker; it wouldn't hurt to keep him around as an errand boy. More importantly, the dharma instrument—you just rewarded him with it, and now it's being snatched away. Is this just about the instrument? This is a slap in your face! They clearly have no respect for you, Hubby."

Han Jingyang looked Shi Xiaoya up and down and chuckled. "Since when did you become so kind-hearted?"

Then he nodded. "But you're right. This Zhang Chaoyue is still useful; he can't just die like this. Come on, get ready. We're leaving immediately."

Shi Xiaoya giggled, quickly jumping off the bed to help Han Jingyang dress and get his shoes.

Zhang Chaoyue's house.

As a top-tier expert, Zhang Chaoyue had made plenty of money working under Zhang Dahai over the years. He lived in a villa—not an exceptionally luxurious one, but certainly not bad either. The layout and decor were top-notch, costing over ten million including the renovation.

But at this moment, Zhang Chaoyue utterly hated the spaciousness and tranquility of the villa. There wasn't a single neighbor within two hundred meters.

If there were even a few neighbors around, Zhang Dahai's men wouldn't dare to attack him so brazenly.

But now, he could only call for help from Han Jingyang, who was seven or eight kilometers away. He didn't even know if Han Jingyang would come to save him. He could only crawl into a shelter he had specifically built during the renovation, waiting for either a god of death or a savior to arrive.

Resist?

He didn't stand a chance, because the one who had come was A Qi, Zhang Dahai's most trusted expert.

He had never seen this woman named A Qi fight, but he had heard far too many legends about her.

Rumor had it that A Qi had saved Zhang Dahai from certain death many times. She was incredibly powerful; in her most dangerous encounter, she fought a hundred opponents alone and forcibly carved a path for Zhang Dahai to escape the encirclement. Afterward, she only had a few shallow scratches that didn't even need bandaging.

Zhang Chaoyue himself wasn't weak, but facing this legendary woman, he had no confidence at all. He could only hide and wait for his new boss, Han Jingyang, not knowing if he would actually come to his rescue.

If Han Jingyang was willing to save him, that would be for the best.

If Han Jingyang was unwilling to act, he could only pray that A Qi wouldn't find his shelter.

This shelter was actually a small secret room made of lead. The walls were twenty centimeters thick and could be locked from the inside, with only a very concealed ventilation hole leading directly to the outer wall.

Furthermore, lead was not only hard and sturdy but could also block certain information on a metaphysical level. It could be said to be as safe as possible.

However, the villa was only so large. If someone really searched bit by bit, they would find it sooner or later.

The way to break it was also simple: smoke and fire.

Thus, Zhang Chaoyue's greatest hope was still Han Jingyang.

If Han Jingyang didn't act, even if he survived tonight, he wouldn't survive tomorrow. He couldn't hide in this lead-lined secret room forever.

As the minutes and seconds ticked by, Zhang Chaoyue could see nothing and hear nothing. He didn't even have a phone signal; he could only keep praying.

Praying that Han Jingyang truly considered him a subordinate.

Two twenty-four.

Han Jingyang and Shi Xiaoya arrived at the entrance of Zhang Chaoyue's villa.

Getting out of the car, he first activated Qi Observation to take a look.

Someone's there?

Just one!

No ambush.

But it's not Zhang Chaoyue!

Are we too late?

Or...

Han Jingyang patted the area below Shi Xiaoya's waist. "Be careful, it might be an expert."

Shi Xiaoya licked her rosy lips. "An expert is good. I've been wanting to test my skills against one."

"Don't be careless. Without those dharma instruments, you're nothing. Moreover, my dharma instruments have a limited number of uses; they're useless once they're spent. But an expert can keep fighting as long as they have stamina. Understand?"

"Hehe, I still have a great hubby."

"You..." Han Jingyang couldn't help but give her a squeeze.

The feel was incredible.

Soft and bouncy.

So comfortable.

Comfortable to touch and pleasing to the eye; this little vixen had specifically dressed in a tight bodysuit, looking much like Black Widow from The Avengers.

Well, their physiques were quite similar—neither was particularly tall, but their figures were both explosive.

Furthermore, his own little vixen's looks and skin were countless times better than Black Widow's. An Eastern, airbrushed, porcelain-skinned version of Black Widow?

Hehehe, with the Stainless Body's enhancement, the experience of holding Shi Xiaoya... only those who had held her would know.

Shi Xiaoya gave Han Jingyang a seductive roll of her eyes and walked toward the villa, swaying her slender waist. Only when she reached the door did she draw her katana and knock "clang clang clang" on the door, shouting, "Come out! Stop hiding. Let's have a fair duel. Whoever loses, leaves."

There was no response from inside the room.

But from outside, Han Jingyang could see clearly. A figure inside the room flashed by the second-floor window and then retreated; they were quite fast.

Han Jingyang didn't observe this directly but "saw" it through the fluctuations in the villa's energy field. Such fluctuations would disturb the villa's feng shui and earth qi—the original Qi. By observing the trajectory of these Qi fluctuations, he could deduce the opponent's movement path.

It was similar to the ripples and waves created by a person swimming in water. As long as a person was in the water, they would inevitably create ripples and fluctuations that couldn't be hidden, unless that person could change their physical structure and truly turn themselves into water.

If one were to say that humans changing the nature of their existence—like superpowers in certain movies and TV shows—was somewhat possible...

...it was absolutely impossible for a human to turn into Qi.

Therefore, as long as a person was alive, they would inevitably cause a certain amount of displacement and disturbance to the Qi around them.

And as long as this disturbance existed, it would definitely be "observed."

The difference was that typical experts used their Primordial Spirit to sense the presence of these fluctuations, which had relatively poor accuracy and a quite limited sensing range.

Han Jingyang, however, could observe it directly. His range of observation was as far as his eyes could see, making it more accurate and intuitive.

The gap between the two was no small matter.

Thus, even though Han Jingyang didn't have X-ray vision, he only needed to observe the fluctuations of Qi inside and outside the villa to determine the target's location.

Seeing the target on the second floor, he made a gesture to Shi Xiaoya.

Receiving the signal, Shi Xiaoya dragged her blade and charged up to the second floor.

Han Jingyang quietly retreated into the shadows of the courtyard, silently observing the Qi fluctuations on the second floor that had suddenly become intense, waiting patiently.

Waiting for what?

Waiting for Shi Xiaoya to win.

Or... for the enemy to flee.

Ten seconds.

Twenty seconds.

Thirty seconds.

Hearing the clanging sounds from upstairs, Han Jingyang couldn't help but frown.

The enemy's strength isn't weak.

At least their weapon isn't bad; after half a minute, it hasn't been sliced through by Shi Xiaoya.

Should I go up and help?