As Fang Er finished his soup and found himself a new room to stay in, the sky had completely darkened.
He had initially intended to sleep soundly, but unexpectedly, Xi Tong came looking for him in the middle of the night.
"Fang Big Stick! You really know how to hide! Dropped Katyusha, that woman, next door to me and ran off to sleep here!"
"What are you looking at! Move inside!"
Fang Er: ............
Speechless, he shifted his weight to make room on the bed for Xi Tong.
Xi Tong climbed onto the bed. After waiting for a long time without any reaction from him, she reached out and pinched his waist hard, displeased.
"What's wrong? Acting like a virtuous monk, no longer interested in me?"
"I'm going to sleep, Big Sister! I have to go fix the server early tomorrow morning!"
Fang Er shook his head with a wry smile.
The data for the planetary engine was too massive, and storing it scattered across those computers posed certain risks.
The best solution was to get a server and upload all the data to it.
Xi Tong turned on her side, propping her head with one hand, and stared at him silently.
Her eyes roamed over him.
After a long while, she suddenly pulled the blanket into her storage.
"You good-for-nothing Fang Big Stick! You're forcing me to be the knight, and you're playing coy!"
With a delicate cry, she took the initiative, enacting a grand drama of a knight taming a dragon.
Meanwhile, around the Marriott Hotel, in the shadows untouched by moonlight, a squad composed of various ethnicities was stealthily approaching.
The leader was petite, cloaked in a large black robe, with only two bright eyes that appeared exceptionally vigilant in the darkness.
She suddenly stopped and signaled to the others behind her with a series of gestures.
Once her signals ceased, those individuals quickly separated and moved in different directions.
In the end, only two followers remained by her side.
Wearing a glove on her left hand, she pressed it against a first-floor window.
With her right hand, her ring lightly grazed the glass.
"Click!"
With a barely audible sound, she gently removed the glass from the window.
Then, as nimble as a wildcat, she slipped through the window.
Of the Marriott Hotel's over two hundred rooms, more than half were vacant.
The one she had entered was among them.
The two behind her followed suit, sticking close to the woman.
Their footsteps were light, and they moved without making the slightest sound.
Exiting the room, one of them pulled up his sleeve, revealing a special computer on his wrist.
On the monitor, two red dots were flashing.
He pointed towards the ceiling, and the woman and the other person nodded. The three of them moved in unison towards the third floor.
Suddenly, the woman in front stopped, took out a blow dart from her pocket, and blew forcefully towards the corner of the corridor.
A needle as fine as an embroidery needle shot out silently, directly piercing the neck of the standing Heavenly Fire Army soldier.
The soldier, mistaking it for a mosquito bite, raised his hand to scratch his neck.
But before his hand could touch the wound, his expression suddenly froze.
He collapsed to the side uncontrollably.
The woman darted forward and caught him, gently placing him on the floor without making a sound.
The second floor was handled in the same manner.
At the corner of the third floor, Xue Rengui and his three soldiers were sleeping like logs, completely unaware that someone had snuck in.
The three figures in black looked at them snoring on the sofa, and the leader, the woman, sneered contemptuously.
Moments later, she pointed in the direction of 303 and rushed towards it, with the other two quickly following.
303 was precisely where Fang Er was staying that night.
Inside the room, the struggle continued.
The scent of privet filled the entire battlefield.
Under the dim light, both the dragon and the knight were drenched in sweat.
The female knight, wielding a whip, taunted the dragon incessantly.
However, the dragon showed no signs of surrender, constantly launching savage charges at the female knight.
"Creak... ah..."
Suddenly, the room door was gently pushed open from the outside.
When Xi Tong entered, she hadn't even closed the door!
The three figures in black slipped in quietly. Seeing the living room empty, they quickly turned their attention towards the bedroom.
Sounds were coming from there.
The leader, the woman, pulled a round object from her pocket – it was a flashbang!
She quickly moved forward, kicked open the bedroom door, threw the grenade inside, and then dodged to the side, covering her eyes with her hands.
"Boom!"
The flashbang detonated, illuminating the entire room with a blinding light.
The next moment, the startled cries of Fang Er and Xi Tong echoed from within.
"Holy shit!"
"Enemy attack!"
"Ah... my eyes..."
At the doorway, the woman in black smiled slightly, appearing quite pleased with the reaction from inside.
She turned and charged into the room, drawing two short knives from her waist. Under the dim light, she rushed to the bedside.
On the bed, Fang Er and Xi Tong were rolling around in agony, covering their eyes and screaming.
"Yumi!"
The woman in black called out softly, and then a British Shorthair cat shot out from her hooded cloak and leaped onto the bed, raising its sharp claws towards Fang Er's lower body.
"Screech screeeech..."
A spray of blood followed. Fang Er, his hands still covering his eyes, suddenly clutched his nether regions, letting out a heart-wrenching scream.
"Ah..."
"Damn it!!"
"Help! Someone, quickly, there's an assassin!"
Hearing his scream, Xi Tong beside him instantly became extremely flustered.
"Fang Big Stick, Fang Big Stick, what's wrong with you!"
The woman in black, with great pride, removed her hood, revealing a very exquisite face.
However, the skin exposed on her face appeared exceptionally fair!
Her cute twin ponytails, coupled with her bright features, made her look like a girl straight out of an anime.
But this supposedly cute girl next door now resembled a veritable Asura, smiling with bloodlust!
She extended the short knife in her hand, flicked the thing the British Shorthair had scraped off Fang Er into the air.
Then, wielding her twin blades, she sliced that thing in mid-air until it was thinner than a piece of paper.
Having finished this, her smile turned sinister.
"Men should all die!"
As the words fell, the short knife ruthlessly slashed across Fang Er's neck.
"Pfft..."
Warm blood gushed uncontrollably from Fang Er's neck.
The bedsheets and curtains instantly turned blood-red.
The thick smell of blood completely overwhelmed the scent of privet.
At this moment, Xi Tong's eyes could finally perceive light. Upon seeing Fang Er's tragic state before her, she was utterly dumbfounded.
She turned to look at the twin-tailed girl by the bed, and in disbelief, asked.
"You, you, you, you killed him? Or emasculated him first, then killed him?"
"You, who exactly are you!"