Chapter 67: Chapter 67: Crossbows Cocked and Swords Drawn!
His tall frame made even the cheapest street stall clothes look imposing on him. With a cigarette dangling from his lips, he exuded a mix of gangster and ruffian vibes, like a standout bully with good looks.
He just entered the stairwell of the residential building like that.
The residential building here was old and dated, with more than a decade under its belt. The once-white walls were now covered with a layer of haze, dull and grey, adorned with various colorful scribbles and plastered with small ads for door repairs and plumbing services.
Corners of the wallpaper were peeling off, exposing the grey cement underneath, and the floor was filthy.
The area was known for sandstorms, and a layer of dust covered the floors and window sills.
Lu Xiao ascended the stairs step by step.
The staircase was eerily quiet, as if he had entered a den. Besides his own footsteps, there was no other sound.
He climbed up one floor, two floors—
But as he reached the third floor, suddenly his footsteps came to a halt.
He looked up, taking in the scene before him.
On the railing between the second and third floors, two men appeared.
One with dyed blond hair was leaning against the wall with a cigarette in his mouth, casually resting a foot on the opposite stair railing, blocking his path, and holding a stick with a nail-studded wood in his hand.
The other was a burly man with a shaved head, tattoos on his neck and arms, holding a dagger and staring at him fiercely.
His gaze was measuring him up and down.
Lu Xiao met their eyes—
This scene was both expected and unexpected. If he hadn’t changed into these clothes, they might have rushed him, and those upstairs would have taken the opportunity to flee. But he had been on missions much more severe than this before and always had a backup plan.
He suddenly lowered his head, lips curling into a slight, sardonic smirk.
“What the fuck are you laughing at—!?”
The bald man suddenly erupted in anger, taking a step forward.
Lu Xiao pinched the cigarette between his fingertips, leisurely exhaling a plume of smoke, his expression indifferent. “What does it matter if I laugh? What, you guys looking for a fight?”
Looking at their club and knife, he seemed not the least bit intimidated, but instead, found it amusing.
At his words, the two men exchanged looks.
Then, the blond man spoke with a dark expression, “What are you here for?”
If they were here to ambush their prey, and if the person they waited for was their adversary, he should know without a doubt why they were blocking the path.
And it was more than that—they intended to make sure their quarry never left!
However, as the two of them were confronting him, outside—
A figure appeared, Wen Xian’s chest heaving, breathing heavily. She had been chasing frantically, but once she reached this area, she completely lost track of his trail.
Wen Xian looked around, seemingly searching for any clue he might have left behind.
Just then, something caught her eye and she paused, startled.
Immediately, she hurried over to a street vendor, grabbed a black jacket, and asked urgently, “Whose jacket is this, where is he!?”
The elderly vendor pointed out a location with a trembling hand—
Wen Xian’s gaze shifted to the decrepit residential building…!