But today, this major general was completely different from his usual self. He had a fawning smile on his face and treated the three men in black with utmost respect, not daring to show the slightest negligence.
After the group entered the sealed secret room, the major general bowed and withdrew. At that moment, a hidden door suddenly appeared at the other end of the secret room, and a soldier with gray hair walked out from it.
The soldier's uniform had no rank insignia, so his specific rank was unknown. However, just by looking at the old man's solemn and murderous aura, one could tell that he must be a true general who had experienced war and was renowned for his abilities.
The two groups of people entered the secret room almost simultaneously through the doors on both sides, and then the doors on both sides disappeared at the same time.
The old man was used to such things, and the three men in black showed no panic. Both sides calmly walked to the conference table in the center of the secret room and sat down.
The two sides sat there silently, staring at each other for a moment, neither of them speaking. Then, the old man took out a small, exquisitely crafted box carved from a single piece of jade. The small jade box was gently opened, and a slightly dazzling golden light suddenly shot out from it. The three men in black, who had been maintaining a composed demeanor, became excited upon seeing the golden light from the box. One of them couldn't help but stand up abruptly and reach out to grab the jade box.
The elderly man in military uniform did not stop him, letting the man in black snatch the box and examine it for a moment. Only after the man in black excitedly closed the lid did he say calmly, "I want two people's lives... As long as you can kill them or capture them alive... I will prepare two more of these for you... How about it?"
The three men in black exchanged a glance, then slowly nodded...
The moans that filled the night finally subsided as dawn broke. Zhuihun, who was not far away and had been so excited about his daughter's changes that he hadn't slept all night, clicked his tongue in amazement. He couldn't help but admire Zhou Ziwei... This guy really knows how to cause trouble... So capable at such a young age, casually spending the whole night with a beautiful woman. If he were older, he would be even more... This guy definitely couldn't be served by just one woman. He would probably need ten or eight women at once to barely hold his own.
Oh, my poor new disciple... After all this night, I wonder what a miserable state he'll be in... This little brat, how can he not have any mercy... Hmph... If I see my disciple injured later... Hmph... Then you little brat, you'd better wait to get a beating from me!
Zhuihun was more excited than ever before. Although he hadn't slept all night, he felt no fatigue at all. Seeing that it was getting light, he was too lazy to stay in bed any longer. He quickly got up, washed up, and was just about to call his daughter to go downstairs for breakfast when he saw his precious daughter running out of her room early in the morning in her pajamas, heading straight for Zhou Ziwei's room...
Volume 3, King of the City, Chapter 632: I'll Blow Your Chrysanthemum
"Hey, hey, hey..." When Zhuihun saw Emily running into a young man's room dressed so scantily, he quickly stepped forward to stop her and said, "Where are you going? What are you doing in such a hurry so early in the morning!"
Emily, somewhat impatient at being stopped by Zhuihun, said, "What are you doing... Dad... Big Brother said he'd teach me a new skill today... He said he'd take me to the countryside to practice Earth Escape Technique, so I can burrow underground without breaking through the soil... Ah... That'll be so much fun... I'm going to find Big Brother right now!"
"Earth Release Technique... Hmm... It's really powerful."
Upon hearing this, Zhuihun immediately recalled the first time he met Zhou Ziwei, when the two of them chased each other and disappeared underground.
Normally, Zhou Ziwei's speed would be much slower than his when flying in the sky, but underground, the two were almost equal. If they hadn't reached an agreement to stop fighting, continuing the chase might have taken them all the way to the Earth's core. Considering that Zhou Ziwei didn't use any magical artifacts to clear a path, and relied solely on his own strength to travel underground at a speed comparable to the speed of the giant drill he was propelling with his Hundred Transformations technique, one can see just how amazing Zhou Ziwei's so-called earth-遁术 (earth-遁术 is a type of martial arts technique) really is.
Although Zhuihun felt a little itchy when he heard about the earth escape technique, he knew that the two people in the next room had just stopped groaning and had been tormenting each other all night. He knew without asking that they must be naked and that the room might have been messed up by them. In any case, he would never allow his daughter to enter that room at this time.
Emily is like a newborn baby, pure as a blank sheet of paper. Zhuihun doesn't want Emily's purity to be tainted by that shameless lecher Zhou Ziwei, even if it's just a spiritual stain, which he absolutely cannot tolerate.
So, regardless of what his daughter said, Zhuihun grabbed her tightly and wouldn't let Emily into Zhou Ziwei's room, not even knocking.
"Dad... what are you doing... why won't you let me go find my little brother?" Emily was very puzzled when she saw this. She looked at Zhuihun with great confusion. Her beautiful big eyes blinked, like two gems sparkling, which was really charming.
"I... this..." Zhuihun was a little unsure how to answer, so he could only say, "Well... I'm doing this for your little brother's sake... that little rascal... he's still half asleep, isn't he? It would be very impolite of you to just knock on the door..."
"You're not allowed to call this guy a little rascal."
Emily, however, didn't wait for Zhuihun to finish speaking before stomping her feet angrily and pouting, saying, "Does calling the little brother a rascal make you more polite? Humph... I don't care... The little brother said he likes me a lot, and he won't be angry whenever I go to see him... Dad, don't worry about it, I'm going to play with the little brother... We've already agreed that today we'll go to the countryside to play with earth magic first, and then we'll play with water magic... Haha... I can take a bath with the little brother."
"No...you can't bathe with that brat!" Upon hearing this, Zhuihun's forehead creased with exasperation. He held onto Emily even tighter, preventing her from leaving, and hurriedly said:
“My darling daughter, you are a girl, and you can’t easily go swimming with boys in the water… you know, take a bath together… even if you do, you must say you can’t take off your clothes to bathe, you understand? Otherwise, you’ll suffer a great loss.”
"Suffer a huge loss? Why would I suffer a huge loss?" Emily blinked her jewel-like eyes, which were full of big question marks.
"Well... I can't really explain it..." Zhuihun scratched his head in frustration and said, "Just remember not to take a bath with your little brother, and definitely don't let him touch your body, understand?" Zhuihun was worried that his precious daughter would be taken advantage of by that deceptively handsome little pervert without her even realizing it, so he could only patiently and gently persuade her.
"I don't care... I just want to play with my brother!" Emily had a natural affinity for Zhou Ziwei and couldn't stand others trying to sow discord between her and Zhou Ziwei. When she heard Zhuihun say that she shouldn't be close to Zhou Ziwei, she immediately felt very unwilling and even stopped paying attention to her nominal father. She broke free from Zhuihun's hand and wanted to go knock on the door again.
"No...no...your Sister Chu is still in his room..." Seeing that he couldn't persuade his daughter, Zhuihun had no choice but to tell the truth with a bitter face.
To Emily's surprise, she wasn't surprised at all. Instead, she was delighted and said, "Oh... Sister Chu is here too! That's even better... The three of us can take a bath together... We can even have a water fight! That's wonderful!"
Hearing this, Zhuihun was on the verge of tears. He was trying his best to stop his daughter, while deliberately speaking loudly, hoping that Zhou Ziwei inside would hear him. No matter what, she should at least put her clothes on first, right? That way, even if his daughter insisted on going in later... at least she would see a properly dressed little brat, which was better than her seeing that brat with his bare bottom!
But even after half a day, Zhuihun still hadn't heard the sound of anyone getting dressed inside the room. He grew increasingly annoyed, thinking, "Could the adulterous couple have collapsed from exhaustion after a night of passion?" Believe it or not… that possibility was indeed real. After all, anyone who did that kind of activity all night would be exhausted. Even if you were one of the strongest men in the world, doing it too often would eventually break you. Throughout history, how many heroes have died on a woman's belly…
Seeing Emily rushing over and pounding on the door, Zhuihun couldn't stop her... Of course, if he wanted to use force to stop her, even a hundred Emilies rushing at the same time wouldn't be able to break through his barrier, but the problem was... this was his precious daughter, he was too busy doting on her to bear using violence against her...
"Knock knock knock knock..." Emily didn't know anything about being a lady or about manners. She knocked on the door so loudly that it was almost earth-shattering.
The knocking startled all the guests on the floor, and room doors began to open one after another, with men and women popping their heads out and shouting accusations at the occupants.
"Who is this person... how can they be so ill-mannered?"
"This is outrageous! This is a public place, not your own home... Can't you have any sense of public decency?!"
Keep in mind that it's very early in the morning, the sun has only just risen a short while ago, it's only around six or seven o'clock.
This time is naturally quite late for farmers in the countryside. By then, they have not only finished breakfast, but have probably also done a lot of farm work.
Even for office workers in the city, it's almost time for everyone to get up.
But this is the most famous hotel in Washington City. The people who can stay here are all rich and powerful, and they are all used to a life of debauchery. Generally speaking, going to bed at 2 a.m. is considered early. At this time, they are still sleeping soundly, but they are suddenly woken up by someone. They are not going to be happy.
Fortunately, most of the guests here are people of some status, used to wearing a mask of hypocrisy. Even if they are so angry that they want to beat someone up, they will at most give them a few harsh words and leave it at that.
If this were a cheap, low-end hotel, people would probably be spewing out all sorts of vulgarities.
Despite the subtlety of their words, the fiercely protective Soul Chaser was immediately enraged and roared, "All of you, shut up—"
The voice that Zhuihun uttered wasn't particularly loud, but that seemingly insignificant sentence struck the minds of those who were chattering away as if struck by a giant hammer. With a "buzz," the sound entered their ears, as if a swarm of bees were buzzing around their heads. The loudest ones cried out in alarm and collapsed to the ground, while the rest turned deathly pale, feeling nauseous and frustrated.
Even a fool would know that this old man was a monstrous and powerful figure, someone they, who had nothing but money, absolutely could not afford to offend. Immediately, everyone wisely shut their mouths, obediently retreated to their rooms, and locked the doors tightly…
"What's all the noise about? Can't a person get some sleep?!"
Hearing yet another arrogant voice, Zhuihun was instantly enraged. He couldn't believe that even after he, the King of Assassins, had spoken, there was still some fool who dared to keep quiet. Did they think that he wouldn't dare to kill anyone in broad daylight?
Enraged, the King of Assassins was about to unleash his full power, but then he sensed that the sound was coming from an unusual direction. Turning around, he saw the door behind him swung open with a bang, and Zhou Ziwei was leaning against the doorframe, looking at him with a sidelong glance.
"Hey... when did you put on these clothes? I didn't hear you."
When Zhuihun saw Zhou Ziwei appear at the door, his face immediately turned ugly. Even though he was yelling at the other guests, he hadn't stopped listening to the sounds coming from Zhou Ziwei's room, but he hadn't heard a single sound from inside.
Although Zhou Ziwei walked to the door silently, Zhuihun didn't hear the sound of his footsteps. This was not difficult to do, and Zhuihun was not surprised at all. However, when getting dressed, the clothes inevitably made some noise, which was unavoidable.
But the truth is... Zhou Ziwei is standing neatly dressed at the door, but Zhuihun clearly didn't hear a single rustling sound when he was getting dressed, which made Zhuihun very strange.
Upon hearing Zhuihun's words, Zhou Ziwei's expression immediately turned grim.
Although Zhou Ziwei knew that Zhuihun next door couldn't possibly not hear what was happening between him and Chu Qiutang, he figured it didn't matter since he hadn't slept with his daughter.
This old fellow must be a man of considerable status, so he probably wouldn't want to eavesdrop on other people's lovey-dovey moments. And with Soul Chaser's abilities, blocking out sounds from one direction would be incredibly easy.
However, from Zhuihun's words just now, Zhou Ziwei had already realized... he had really thought too highly of him. In reality, this guy was a shameless old man. Not only did he not block out the sounds from his side, but he was clearly listening very carefully to everything in his room. He even knew that Zhou Ziwei hadn't made any noise while he was getting dressed. Obviously, from beginning to end, not a single sound from his side had escaped the old man's ears...
This is absolutely outrageous! How can someone be so shameless... at such an old age, eavesdropping on young children having sex... damn it...
A common man's anger can spill blood five steps away; Zhou Ziwei's anger can even frighten immortals.
As soon as Zhuihun uttered those words, he realized he had made a mistake. Just as he was about to explain himself to make amends, he suddenly noticed an unusual change in the air throughout the corridor. He could clearly feel that the surrounding air seemed to be strongly attracted at that moment, rushing towards them at top speed.
"Hey, hey, hey... what are you doing? Let's talk this out..."
Zhuihun hadn't expected Zhou Ziwei to turn on him so suddenly, not even giving him a chance to explain. Just as he opened his mouth, a cone-shaped column of wind suddenly formed in front of Zhou Ziwei. The column was more than half a meter long, thick at one end and thin at the other. The thickest part was as thick as an arm, and the thinnest part was as thin as a needle tip. This wind cone was spinning at an extremely fast speed, making a series of "whooshing" sounds.
As the wind cone's rotation accelerates rapidly, air from all directions rushes in at an even faster speed, and is quickly sucked into the high-speed rotating wind cone.
Strangely, no matter how much air was injected into the small wind cone, its overall volume remained unchanged from the beginning.
In an instant, almost all the air in the long corridor was sucked into this small wind cone. Even Soul Chaser and Emily, who were very close, felt a sense of suffocation because the air around them had been sucked away, and the environment in the corridor was almost in a sub-vacuum state.
Hundreds of cubic meters of air are completely condensed into such a small wind cone... what level of pressure must this wind cone possess? Conservatively speaking, it must be at least as hard as an ordinary spiritual weapon. In any case, ordinary iron is definitely not as hard as this wind cone; it would probably shatter upon impact.
Of course... Chasing Soul's Hundred Transformations could definitely block this wind cone, but... Chasing Soul didn't bring the Hundred Transformations with him... After all, although the Hundred Transformations could transform into armor, I don't think anyone would want to sleep wearing a lump of armor weighing at least several hundred pounds. Even if Chasing Soul could handle it, the hotel bed might not be able to withstand it...
Therefore, when he was sleeping, Zhuihun would usually transform Baibian back into a briefcase and place it in front of his bedside. If there were any unusual situations at night, he would not need to reach for it. As long as he had a thought, a large amount of spiritual power would surge out, and he could naturally control Baibian, a spiritual weapon that had been nourished by his spiritual power for many years, to fly away.
But when he saw his precious daughter running to find Zhou Ziwei, he panicked and forgot all about getting the Hundred Transformations. He just ran out by himself.
Generally speaking, although spiritual warriors can remotely control their spiritual weapons, they must first input spiritual power into the spiritual weapon before they can use their thoughts to control the spiritual weapon to fly far away and attack the target. If the spiritual weapon is already far away from the beginning, they cannot use spiritual energy to directly traverse space and control the spiritual weapon out of thin air.
However, Zhuihun's spiritual power was exceptionally strong, having reached the peak of the Spirit Martial Master realm for over a decade. Furthermore, he and Baibian had maintained a tacit understanding for decades. Therefore, he could break that rule and control Baibian remotely even before the spiritual weapon was infused with his spiritual power.
However, the controllable distance is not very far, only three meters at most.
Now, the distance between Zhuihun and Baibian is more than ten meters. Even if he were ten times more skilled, he couldn't possibly summon Baibian out of thin air to defend himself.
As the wind cone grew increasingly imposing and slowly approached him under Zhou Ziwei's control, Zhuihun was instantly drenched in cold sweat, his vest completely soaked.
"No...no..." Zhuihun was terrified at the sight and hurriedly explained, "I really didn't mean to listen to you two, but...it's just that you two haven't stopped all night...I mean, you're such a little kid, how come you can be so energetic? You changed positions at least twenty-three times in one night, you're even more energetic than I was when I was young...ah...no...don't ejaculate on me...I'm sorry, okay?"
If Zhuihun hadn't explained, Zhou Ziwei would have been fine, but at most he would have just wanted to scare him. However, when he heard that this old rascal knew exactly how many positions he had changed during the night, Zhou Ziwei couldn't save face anymore. He roared and controlled the wind cone formed by condensing all the space in the corridor to stab Zhuihun hard.
Seeing that Zhuihun had already turned and fled, Zhou Ziwei couldn't help but snort coldly and said, "Trying to run... watch me blow your chrysanthemum open."
Volume 3, King of the City, Chapter 633: Alloy Mutation
Through secret means of communication, Zhou Ziwei finally obtained the exact location where the families of the three agents were being held captive from an intelligence agent. The agent even drew up an electronic map and sent it to Zhou Ziwei along with the information.
Zhou Ziwei was both amused and exasperated by the level of detail on the electronic map. He didn't believe that the intelligence agent possessed abilities comparable to 007 to obtain this information from the lion's den.
Clearly... this was a trap set for him and Zhuihun. They had made thorough preparations and were even absolutely certain they could keep the two of them there, which is why they deliberately leaked this information to their intelligence agents.
As for whether the intelligence agent obtained this information at great risk of exposure, or whether he was simply a puppet bribed to provide information to him... Zhou Ziwei had no idea. Moreover, Zhou Ziwei didn't care much about it. In any case, regardless of whether it was a trap or not, Zhou Ziwei had to go there, even knowing there was danger.
According to Zhou Ziwei's guess, there is at least an 80% chance that the families of those three agents are indeed being held there. Only in this way can Zhou Ziwei be forced to bite the bullet and jump into the trap even though he knows it is a trap.
This... should be considered a so-called open conspiracy, right?
In the blink of an eye, Zhou Ziwei and Zhuihun had been waiting in Washington for almost a full week, which made Zhou Ziwei almost lose his patience. If it weren't for the news that finally came today, Zhou Ziwei might have angrily sent the assassins to the Hexagon.
Zhou Ziwei is not a person with much of a sense of the big picture. He doesn't care about the tension of the international situation. If he is really pushed to the limit, he might actually capture the president and secretary of state of the United States and use them as hostages to exchange for the families of the three agents... Zhou Ziwei doesn't believe that if he has such powerful hostages, who would dare not give him face.
Of course... Zhou Ziwei wasn't the kind of truly lawless madman. He knew that some things, if done too far, would be difficult to handle. Now that those guys were no longer playing hide-and-seek with him, Zhou Ziwei was too lazy to get serious with those big shots from the US.
"What do you think, senior? Should we just charge in... or should we plan this out in detail first?"
After opening the electronic map interface on a laptop, Zhou Ziwei stroked his chin thoughtfully, his gaze fixed on Zhuihun standing in front of him with an inquiring look.
Zhou Ziwei sat down, while Zhuihun stood there without showing any intention of sitting down.
This was certainly not because Zhuihun had suddenly become aware of his role as a bodyguard, but because a few days ago, Zhou Ziwei's wind cone had ripped a chunk of flesh off his buttocks. Even now, the huge scar hadn't fully healed. The poor old man could only sleep on his stomach these past few days, and in public, he could only stand and wait on the side. Even if the most comfortable leather sofa were placed in front of him, he wouldn't dare to sit down.
Although with Zhou Ziwei's abilities, if he were willing to lend a hand, he could easily take care of any minor injuries in no time, and he could even ensure that Zhuihun's old buttocks would remain smooth and without any unsightly scars.
However, Zhou Ziwei did this to teach Zhuihun a lesson. He had already shown mercy by not actually exploding the old man's anus back then, so naturally he couldn't help Zhuihun heal his injuries now.
Besides... if it wasn't Zhuihun who was injured, but Emily or Chu Qiutang, Zhou Ziwei might have reluctantly lent a hand even if he was unwilling.
But who can blame him when Zhuihun isn't a beautiful woman but a wretched old man... What does it feel like to touch a beautiful woman's fragrant buttocks? What would it feel like to touch a wretched old man's stinky buttocks? In short, Zhou Ziwei would rather be beaten a few times by Zhuihun than help this old man treat his buttocks.