raknovel Chapter 118 An'an's Attack
Chapter 118 An'an's Attack
Chapter 118 An'an's Attack
The night was dark and the wind was high.
General Lü's mansion was brightly lit, and amidst the sounds of singing and dancing, a group of beautiful Western Region dancers gracefully performed.
Now that the country is in peril, General Lü Qinghou does not go to the country's aid, but instead lies on a snow-white thigh, letting a maid feed him wine.
He had already made up his mind that he would surrender 30% of his family property and raise the flag as soon as the Yuan army attacked.
The Lü family had served as generals for generations, accumulating considerable experience.
Even the Yuan army would never bother to oppose him if they could have one less enemy.
It's just a matter of changing the person in charge; if he becomes King Xiang of Chu, he'll still continue to prey on the people.
Only a fool like Ye Pengju would put up a desperate resistance, only to end up with his family destroyed and his life ruined.
Lu Qinghou raised his hand, and the dancer he gestured to immediately swayed her sexy waist and stepped forward, burying his head in her ample bosom.
Meanwhile, at the side gate of the Lü residence, two tall and two short women, dressed in black bodysuits and with their faces covered by black cloths, had quietly sneaked into the Lü residence.
Sheng Wansong remained on the third floor of the restaurant, watching the impending carnage from afar.
The four held their breath in the shadows, waiting for patrols of soldiers to pass by. Sima Ling couldn't help but speak up: "That guy surnamed Lü is really afraid of death; the security is so tight even in the middle of the night!"
Shangguan Hong calmly waited for the right moment and explained in a low voice, "That man surnamed Lü has done all sorts of bad things. No one knows better than himself how many enemies he has."
Ouyang Xue was getting anxious, feeling that waiting like this was pointless. "What should we do? Sister Hong, do you have any suggestions?"
Suggest?
If I had to offer advice, I certainly would.
However, doing so would be somewhat inappropriate.
While Shangguan Hong was still hesitating, An Lan spoke up, "If anyone is in the way, just kill them."
She made the first move; her dark power blended perfectly into the night, silently striking the patrolling soldiers in the heart.
Before the soldiers could even make a sound, their bodies went limp and they collapsed to the ground.
Ouyang Xue exclaimed, "Miss An'an!"
"The master is still waiting, don't keep him waiting."
After saying that, An Lan took the lead and stepped forward.
The three people behind him had no choice but to drag the body to a corner to avoid being discovered too quickly, and then caught up with An Lan.
Shangguan Hong watched An Lan's retreating figure, feeling a pang of regret.
This child is pretty and cute, and also a martial arts prodigy, but unfortunately she is too bloodthirsty, and it is unknown whether this is due to Wan Song's influence.
I only hope that after she gets her revenge, she can calm down and return to the path of good.
Of the four people, only Shangguan Hong had experience breaking into the government office at night; the other three were nervous but excited.
The Lü residence was very large.
But in the quiet night, the courtyard filled with the sound of wind instruments was extremely conspicuous. The four of them moved forward secretly, quickly and cautiously toward their destination.
The purpose of this trip is assassination.
Therefore, the most important thing is to prevent Lü Qinghou from escaping.
Moreover, Sheng Wansong also said that An Lan should personally take action to avenge the old grudge.
Therefore, Ouyang Xue and Shangguan Hong were hiding in the shadows to keep watch, so they could intercept Lü Qinghou if he tried to escape.
An Lan and Sima Ling, on the other hand, stormed in from the front, intending to kill Lü Qinghou honorably.
As they dispersed to their respective locations, the dead soldiers were finally discovered, and a deafening conch shell blared.
A shout pierced the night: "Assassin!"
Lu Qinghou instantly lay down on his back, got up from his grandmother's body, and pushed the dancers on both sides away.
"Who dares to provoke me, you little thief?!"
He cursed and picked up the large knife beside him, then stood cautiously in place, having his trusted men surround him to prevent anyone from lying in ambush.
The dancers looked around nervously, trying to approach for protection.
With a single glance from Lü Qinghou, the guards with swords swiftly and decisively killed all the approaching dancers.
A piercing scream rang out, and the dancers scattered and fled.
"Anyone who gets close could be an assassin. If you don't want to die, get out of here!"
Lu Qinghou used delaying tactics, as this was his stronghold.
If we just wait, the main force will arrive soon.
A hasty escape could lead to an ambush and increase the danger.
An Lan also had no intention of wasting time.
Walking in confidently through the main entrance, "You really did me a big favor by not running away."
Lu Qinghou couldn't believe his ears and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
Are the assassins just these two little girls who look to be under fifteen?
There must be an ambush in the shadows!
His eyes darted around, searching for where the assassin might be hiding.
Anlan is moving forward with great strides.
Her long strides would be considered small steps by an adult man.
Sima Ling stayed at the door, single-handedly preventing reinforcements from entering, leaving Lu Qinghou and ten elite guards inside the hall for An Lan to deal with.
Those people are all top-notch experts, and Lü Qinghou himself is no weakling. An'an is still so young, can she really handle them?
On second thought, Sheng Wansong was only fourteen years old, less than six years older than An Lan.
If An Lan possessed even a fraction of that person's skill, none of these people would be a match for her.
Thinking of this, Sima Ling's worries lessened, and she began to look forward to An Lan's performance.
Although the intruder was clearly young, the guards did not let their guard down.
They were all top-notch fighters carefully selected by Lü Qinghou, and were first-rate in both strength and awareness.
When it comes to his own life, Lü Qinghou will not be careless in this regard.
He gave one of the guards a wink, signaling him to test the girl's skills.
Upon receiving the order, the guard immediately strode forward, showing no mercy even to the young girl, and slashed down with his long sword.
"Undercurrents are surging!"
An Lan raised her right palm, neither dodging nor flinching, and swung it directly at the cleaver.
She was imitating Katsunamatsu's fighting style.
Although her master was not there, Anlan knew that her master was watching over this place.
Therefore, she must win, and she must win beautifully.
亢！
After the startled cry, the cleaver broke on the spot, and An Lan struck the guard in the chest with a palm strike.
The fierce palm strike pierced through the bright silver armor instantly and surged into the body.
The powerful force sent the guard flying more than ten meters away, landing him not far from Lü Qinghou and the others.
They looked down and saw that the guard's face was deathly pale, his eyes were wide open, and there was a dented palm print on his silver armor, indicating that he had already died.
His corpse could not find peace, constantly twisting and writhing, squeezing against the hard armor, and finally bursting into pieces of flesh and blood.
It was terrifying to watch.
Lu Qinghou swallowed hard. "What a vicious demonic art. I wonder which demonic sect trained this demon child."
When he looked at An Lan again, all that remained in his eyes was fear.
An Lan continued to walk forward at a leisurely pace, each step like a drumstick striking Lü Qinghou's heart.
Her right hand, hanging down, trembled slightly.
If you look closely, you can see drops of blood dripping from her fingertips.
That wasn't the soldier's blood, it was her own blood.
She was far inferior to Sheng Wansong, and the knives used by the Lü family guards were not ordinary. When she met the knife head-on, her palm was already breached.
A shallow knife mark was imprinted on my palm, and it was gradually healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He recovered in just a few breaths.