Twisted Dreams-Chapter 214 - 184: Talisman Sect Ambush

Night.

The Maybach sped down the highway, heading to a seafood company in the suburbs.

The driver was Zhi Qiluo.

The stunning woman with a perfect figure sat next to him, but Zhao Wu in the passenger seat felt no trace of romance.

He was still lost in his memories, memories from not long ago.

Earlier this morning, his boss Lin Jinlong had attempted to assassinate him by staging a car accident.

At the brink of death, the bar owner saved him.

He seemed like an urban legend, appearing abruptly, with a mysterious identity and powers.

The owner made a deal with him.

In exchange for future freedom and his soul, he could live on and have a chance for revenge.

The car soon arrived at the Golden Scale Seafood Trading Company.

The security guard at the door looked at Zhao Wu as if he’d seen a ghost.

He remembered President Lin had taken President Zhao’s wife upstairs. What they were up to was easily imagined.

And now Zhao Wu was back...

"President Zhao, why are you here, you..." The guard tried to stop Zhao Wu.

Zhao Wu’s face was cold:

"Move!"

The guard was frightened off by Zhao Wu’s glance.

Zhao Wu took Zhi Qiluo and headed upstairs.

The guard wiped the sweat off his brow:

"This can’t be good. I need to call for help!"

The guard took out his phone and dialed a number:

"You need to come quickly, President Lin is in trouble!"

...

Upstairs, in the vice president’s office.

"Hey~"

Yang Xiao greeted Zhao Wu with a squint.

Zhao Wu glanced at the bodyguard lying on the floor and nodded slightly at Yang Xiao.

The people from that bar were anything but ordinary.

"Fifth Brother, let me explain!" Lin Jinlong pulled up his pants, a fawning smile on his face.

"Husband! It’s not my fault! He forced me!" Zhao Wu’s wife cried, trying to curl into Zhao Wu’s arms.

Zhao Wu pushed his wife away.

This woman, whom he had supported through school and given money to, had left him in such a state.

Sometimes rare kindness becomes an opportunity for suffering.

"Husband..." Zhao Wu’s wife looked at Zhao Wu in terror.

Zhao Wu walked to the desk, took out a handgun from a hidden compartment.

Yang Xiao’s mouth curled into a smile, eagerly watching the scene unfold.

He wanted to see how Zhao Wu would deal with his wife and boss after such a betrayal.

What kind of torment would ease the resentment in his heart?

"Bang."

"Bang!"

Two shots killed his wife and Lin Jinlong.

No hesitation.

Yang Xiao’s smile froze.

Is that it?

Just like that?

Not even a preamble?

"Boring." Yang Xiao pouted.

At this moment, chaotic footsteps sounded from the corridor outside.

A group of people rushed into the vice president’s office.

Seeing the massacre inside the office, they were furious:

"Zhao Wu, how dare you kill the boss!"

"Master Wu, give us an explanation!"

Yang Xiao stood up smiling, pulling a dagger from the throat of a fallen bodyguard.

It was as if the bodyguard’s throat was a sheath, always ready for Yang Xiao’s blade to drink blood.

These days, elite assassins rarely use primitive weapons, preferring firearms.

But Yang Xiao didn’t like guns.

Poor marksmanship was one thing; more importantly, precision in knife skills was needed to control human pain.

Zhi Qiluo walked over to Lin Jinlong’s corpse, tossing another dagger to Yang Xiao.

The people at the door, Yang Xiao alone would suffice.

The guy was a walking arsenal of lethal weapons.

"Wait a minute."

Zhao Wu spoke, stopping Yang Xiao who was about to act:

"I can handle this myself, thank you both!

Next time we meet, I’ll buy you both a drink.

By the way, send my regards to the boss."

Yang Xiao gave Zhao Wu an annoyed look, sheathed his dagger:

"Fine, we’re leaving."

Yang Xiao and Zhi Qiluo headed towards the door, but a few grim-faced men blocked them.

Zhao Wu said sternly:

"Let them go."

Zhao Wu had high prestige in the company, and after some contemplation, the men let Yang Xiao and the others leave.

After they left, Zhao Wu sighed in relief.

Those two were the boss’s people, certainly possessing mysterious powers too.

If they fought here, no one might leave alive.

Zhao Wu pointed to Lin Jinlong and his wife’s bodies, speaking loudly:

"Lin Jinlong’s affair with the deputy’s wife was exposed, and this morning he sent assassins to kill me.

Luckily, I survived, barely escaping death!"

The company fell silent, minds wrestling with conflicting thoughts.

Lin Jinlong’s affairs with Zhao Wu’s wife were known to many.

Logically, they deserved to die.

But still, that was the boss...

Zhao Wu was known for his code of honor, respected by all.

With Lin Jinlong dead, what future would the company have if Zhao Wu was killed too?

Some thoughtful minds replayed the events.

The man in white and the woman in leather didn’t seem like ordinary people.

Zhao Wu’s words, ’send regards to the boss’, hinted at other backing.

Would killing Zhao Wu here provoke the wrath of other forces?

Scanning the group, Zhao Wu threw down the gun, raising his voice:

"Now, with them dead, I’m taking charge of the company!

Anyone who wants to prosper with me, Master Wu, acknowledge me as the new leader!

Think I’m a cowardly fool? You can kill me now!"

Two of Lin Jinlong’s loyalists cursed at Zhao Wu:

"Damn you, unfaithful and unfilial, killing the boss, you think you deserve to be the new leader!"

The two loyalists charged with machetes to chop Zhao Wu.

Just then, others in the company rushed, pinning down the loyalists.

A lean, buzz-cut man stabbed the loyalists in the throat.

The lean man bowed to Zhao Wu, clasping his hands:

"Master Wu! Lead us to prosperity!"

...

At midnight, the Maybach sped under the moonlight.

Yang Xiao reminisced about his artistic endeavors last night, unconsciously smiling with intoxication.

Zhi Qiluo knew the meaning behind Yang Xiao’s smile, looking disdainful:

"You killed again last night, didn’t you?"

Yang Xiao chuckled:

"During the Talisman Sect’s pursuit, it’s been a long time since I’ve had the pleasure to create freely.

For an artist, that’s torment."

Zhi Qiluo complained:

"You have the nerve to say.

If it weren’t for accepting the Zhang Family’s job to steal the oil paper umbrella from the Xie Family’s young master, would we be hunted by the Talisman Sect?

Luckily, we’re with the current boss, or we’d have fled overseas by now."

Yang Xiao pondered, rubbing his chin:

"Why does the boss let us out in the open when he knows the Talisman Sect is after us?

Could it be the boss is acquainted with Han Hai and has given a heads-up?"

Then the car braked abruptly, causing Yang Xiao to stumble. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Zhi Qiluo said:

"Probably... no heads-up."

Nervousness laced her voice.

Yang Xiao looked ahead.

A large truck blocked the road, a dozen people standing in front of it, talisman papers floating in their hands.

Talisman Sect Disciples!