Chapter Sixteen: Unforeseen Threats

Three minutes remaining.

Compared to the outside, the interior of the villa was even more magnificent and luxurious.

Inside, there was also a large group of men in suits acting as bodyguards. They had already received the signal and were quickly streaming outward.

Fu Qian’s sudden appearance here undoubtedly unsettled them.

Without a word, Fu Qian swiftly weaved through the crowd, setting off countless alarms along the way.

He ignored the calls of others. When someone tried to block him, he nimbly dodged past.

The villa descended into chaos in an instant.

The piercing alarm grew louder and more intense. Fu Qian clearly noticed that a large number of bodyguards were gathering at the entrance of a certain room.

One minute left.

This had to be the place.

The bodyguards’ nervousness suggested that Miss Wen was very likely here.

Fu Qian strode forward, casually picking up a stone table and hurling it aside.

With a whistling sound, the table flew like a frisbee, its terrifying force causing the bodyguards to retreat, carving out a path ahead.

Fu Qian followed closely, kicking the door open without hesitation.

Inside the room were two women.

One was in her early twenties, with delicate features and graceful brows—a true lady of refinement.

She was sitting at the table, holding a bowl of soup, presumably about to drink it.

This was most likely Wen Li.

Fu Qian did not hesitate and fired a round of air bullets.

Though it was not yet clear how she might have been poisoned, it was certain that if she continued her current action, death would follow.

So he had to stop her.

After days of practice, Fu Qian’s accuracy had improved tremendously.

The air bullet shattered the bowl in the woman’s hands into pieces. Amid her screams, the steaming hot soup drenched her, soaking her completely.

At that moment, footsteps sounded behind him, and a group rushed in, surrounding Fu Qian.

“Who are you? Who sent you?”

Leading them was a middle-aged man whose features bore some resemblance to the woman drinking soup.

His face was ashen, and his eyes glared at Fu Qian as if he wanted to devour him.

Five point zero one, five point zero two, five point zero three...

Fu Qian paid no attention to him and silently counted.

By five point twelve, no failure alert appeared.

The woman sipping soup was still standing unharmed, guarded by the bodyguards behind her.

Excellent!

Fu Qian was very satisfied with this outcome. He glanced back at the middle-aged man.

“And who are you?”

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“You don’t know who I am?”

The middle-aged man laughed bitterly, glaring at Fu Qian.

“I am Wen Xiuxian. I’ll ask you one last time: who are you, and who sent you?”

Wen Xiuxian? Unknown to Fu Qian.

But since the man had introduced himself, Fu Qian nodded and pointed to a Captain Gu behind the crowd.

“Fu Qian, an elite member of Captain Gu’s team. He sent me.”

Damn!

Arnold Schwarzenegger Gu, who had been doubting his life choices, nearly collapsed upon hearing Fu Qian’s words.

“And then...”

Fu Qian changed his tone, pointing at the woman drinking soup.

“I saved your daughter’s life!”

Hmm?

Wen Xiuxian, furious and about to order the two taken down, paused in confusion at Fu Qian’s words.

“What do you mean?”

“Hard to understand? If not, you can ask the young lady behind your precious daughter.”

Fu Qian indicated the young woman dressed as a maid behind Wen Li.

He was now eighty percent sure this woman was suspicious.

“Me?”

The young maid looked flustered as all eyes turned to her.

“I don’t know what’s going on. I haven’t done anything!”

Seeing her desperate denials, Fu Qian remained silent.

Wen Xiuxian seemed to sense something was wrong. He looked thoughtfully at the shattered bowl on the floor.

Then he gave a signal. Two men swiftly restrained the maid, while another collected the remaining soup from the broken bowl.

The results came quickly.

“It’s really poisoned!”

Wen Xiuxian stared at the young maid with murderous intent.

“Fang Ting, the Wen family has treated you well. Why did you do this?”

“I... I really don’t know...” Fang Ting’s eyes glazed over as she struggled to deny.

“You cooked this soup for Wen Li. You say you don’t know?”

“Tell me who sent you!”

“I really didn’t...”

Watching the farce unfold, Fu Qian turned his attention to Wen Li.

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The young genius who had just escaped death looked pale but remained calm, perhaps already numb to such events.

Fang Ting kept repeating “I don’t know” over and over. Wen Xiuxian, clearly at his wit’s end, asked twice more before ordering his men to drag her away, apparently preparing for severe interrogation.

Then, suddenly, Fang Ting’s protests ceased. She stood motionless.

After a brief silence, she let out a wild, crazed scream.

In the next moment, as if possessed by divine strength, she broke free from the two bodyguards and lunged at the stunned Wen Li, sinking her sharp white teeth into her.

Crunch!

Like tearing through thick paper, Fang Ting’s attack was cut short as she was punched violently and sent flying.

Fu Qian chose not to intervene, instead watching carefully.

In his view, though unexpected, this assault posed no real threat.

It was just an opportunity to see if any power could be exploited.

If the Wen family couldn’t handle this, they had no business aspiring to be powerful elites.

Judging by the twisted position of her body upon landing, Fang Ting was definitely done for.

Fu Qian looked up and saw that the man who saved Wen Li was none other than a middle-aged man from Eldest Young Master Ye’s entourage.

It seemed they had just returned from a sweep outside.

“She must have been hypnotized. The attackers seem to have experts in that area.”

The middle-aged man crouched down to inspect Fang Ting’s body, nodding to Wen Xiuxian.

“Thank you, Mr. Ji.”

Wen Xiuxian, still shaken, thanked the man.

“Uncle Wen, you’re too polite. It was nothing.”

Eldest Young Master Ye finally found a chance to assert his presence, chuckling as he stepped forward.

“With us here, Wen Li will be perfectly safe—”

Before he could finish, a wall on one side of the room suddenly exploded.

A massive white stone pillar tore through the air with a furious roar, instantly engulfing Wen Li’s figure.

[Wen Li has died. Containment failed.]

Amid the chaos, Fu Qian peered through the gap in the wall and saw a grotesquely shaped giant figure.

At least three meters tall, its entire body seemed covered in rock, its head a round sphere with several holes.

It stood before a broken stone pillar—the very one Fu Qian had kicked down earlier.

The snapped pillar had been hurled like a javelin, spanning several dozen meters to deliver a precise and fatal strike.

The sudden madness and attack by the maid had not been intended to succeed but rather to mark the target for this creature.

As Wen Xiuxian roared thunderously, the bodyguards finally reacted and launched an attack, all of which were repelled by the monster’s thick rocky armor.

Breaking through the defenses with brute force, the creature plunged into the lake beside the villa and vanished in an instant.