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  A nagging sensation incessantly consumed Mu Lianjue that night.

  Mu Linfeng had arranged a flight for him to San Francisco tomorrow morning. That evening, in order to protect him, his brother had specifically placed him in a safe place.

  He was put in a military station and its obscurity was why it was a safe place. There were soldiers stationed not far away from where he was staying. Everyone, within a hundred-mile radius, was all his brother’s men. Hence, it was relatively safe.

  Still, he felt uneasy. Sitting in bed was already a restless chore, let alone sleeping peacefully.

  His brother had made it very clear to him.

  Being brothers for decades, the former naturally would not just stand by without doing anything to save him. However, the things he could do was limited. After he got escorted abroad, he would have to look for another place to stay. His brother was unable to offer much help then!

  After all, once he left the country, he was outside the boundary of his brother’s influence.

  The latter made a point very clear, though.

  Their nephew would never let him off so easily!

  He would probably take action tonight!

  Mu Linfeng was also very troubled by their stubborn-headed nephew. No matter how he gave his advice, it was to no avail. Mu Yazhe’s mind was made up; he had decided not to give any room to turn things around. Apparently, his nephew wanted his brother exterminated!

  Everyone had their reverse scale and forbidden zone.

  Since Mu Lianjue had touched the young chap’s reverse scale and violated his forbidden zone, he could not be blamed for being merciless!

  The young chap had made his declaration to his second uncle: ‘I don’t care how you plan to protect him, but since you want to protect him from me, don’t blame me for being antipathetic!’


  His stance was clear.

  Having a deep understanding of his nephew’s character, Mu Linfeng knew he would not take things lying down. As such, he told Mu Lianjue that, as a brother, he could only do so much for him; the rest would be up to the man himself!

  The latter was practically sitting on pins and needles. Every minute and second felt so long to him.

  There was not much room in the small house where he was staying. As it was a camp itself, there was only a bed and a table with a lamp on top—these were basically all to the furnishings inside.

  The sky had gradually darkened.

  Someone suddenly rapped at the door.

  Startled, he shot right up from the bed.

  “Who is it?!”


  “Fourth master, it’s already late into the night! Please take a rest!”


  It turned out to be a sentry from the station.

  Seeing that the house was still bright, he kindly came over to give a reminder.

  Only then did the middle-aged man’s heart settle. He gave the sentry a cursory reply. “It’s none of your business! Go do your job!”


  “Understood!” acknowledged the sentry before leaving.

  The evening breeze outside suddenly howled.

  Once the sky darkened, the wind became stronger. Although the windows were tightly shut, his heart seemed to be blown into a fluster by the wind outside as it remained unsettled.

  Just then, someone knocked at the door again.

  He answered in displeasure, “I’m not sleeping! Don’t come disturb me.”


  “Fourth master, please open the door!”


  The voice outside sounded respectful and polite, though.

  Thinking that the nosy sentry had returned, he walked to the door angrily. What greeted his sight when he opened the door a slit was a group of heavily armed mercenaries with unfriendly faces standing outside.

  He was stunned into stiffness at once!