Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 566: Chapter 566: They Are Just Bait

There are at least forty-five villas in the hillside villa complex. Xu Xiangbei searched one by one and finally saw a black Citroën parked in the courtyard of a villa with tall walls through the door slit.

Xu Xiangbei chuckled, "Finally found you."

The walls were at least three meters high, but Xu Xiangbei lightly leapt and flew onto the wall. Using both hands and feet like a gibbon, he easily climbed to the second-floor terrace.

From the second-floor terrace, Xu Xiangbei tiptoed into the house, a cold light flashing in his palm as he gripped two iron balls firmly.

Holding his breath and focusing his mind, Xu Xiangbei listened attentively to the sounds inside the house. He heard four people playing mahjong in the first-floor hall, while the second and third floors were empty, except for a tightly closed room beside the strong men from which came the sound of a television.

The four thugs, immersed in their mahjong game, would occasionally get agitated, quarreling and cursing each other.

One of the thugs cursed viciously, "Old Three, are you stealing tiles? If I catch you cheating, you’re dead meat."

Old Three scoffed, "Second Brother, don’t accuse me of cheating just because you’re losing. I just have good luck. You need good manners too, not just skills."

Second Brother, unhappy with losing money, slapped the table in fury, "Old Three, watch your mouth. Say that again."

Seeing the argument getting heated, Old Big Brother coldly interjected, "Enough, focus on the game. Stop fighting. It’s just a few thousand bucks. At six o’clock, we each get a grand total of a hundred thousand."

With Big Brother’s words, Second Brother backed down, only glaring at Old Three with a temper. Gleefully, he drew a tile he wanted, "Ha, I got my tile. Self-drawn from the dealer, eight-fold win."

Now it was Old Three’s turn to be annoyed. He took a drag of his cigarette, shaking his head in disdain, though he dared not voice his displeasure.

Old Four, fearing a resurgence of conflict between Second and Third Brothers, redirected their attention: "Big Brother, that old lady is obedient, quietly watching TV in the room."

"This job isn’t tough, just sitting around playing cards and keeping an eye on the old lady for a forty grand payday."

Thinking of the impending money split, the four men laughed heartily together.

Xu Xiangbei jumped from the second floor to the backyard, peering through the first-floor window to see Auntie Dai sitting despondently on the bed, watching TV.

Seeing Auntie Dai unharmed, Xu Xiangbei was relieved. Dealing with these thugs wasn’t difficult; the most crucial task was ensuring Auntie Dai’s safety.

Xu Xiangbei thought of several strategies, deciding that the simplest was to rush in directly, with Iron Ball in each hand, knocking down these thugs. They rely on brute force and lack martial techniques, requiring little effort to deal with.

Xu Xiangbei suddenly noticed a red dot flashing in the middle of the room—it was a camera.

He had a sudden idea and sent a message to Shan Mingzhi: "There’s a camera in the room. Can you hack into it?"

Shan Mingzhi, having just finished eating, replied swiftly: "Piece of cake. Watch me."

In no time, Shan Mingzhi sent a video of the four men playing cards in the house. Xu Xiangbei chuckled inwardly, impressed by Shan’s hacking skills. He planned to reward him with a bonus later.

Just as Xu Xiangbei was about to rush into the hall, he heard a faint, even breathing sound inside the house, a master’s breathing echoing from very close to his position.

If it weren’t for his whim to have Shan Mingzhi hack into the surveillance as a play, he’d have missed this presence.

A fine layer of sweat beaded on Xu Xiangbei’s forehead; he realized his error in underestimating the situation, overly focused on rescuing Auntie Dai, his eyes fixed on the four men in the first-floor hall, neglecting other areas.

Maximizing his Inner Strength, Xu Xiangbei hoped he was mistaken about the sound, wishing it was just television static noise.

His senses, refined by nameless Inner Strength, were beyond ordinary, allowing him to discern clearer sounds under high Inner Strength operation.

Xu Xiangbei silently exclaimed that something was wrong—someone was hidden inside the house, an ambush.

Why was someone lurking here, and for whom? Could it be for him?

The more Xu Xiangbei thought about it, the more complex the situation seemed beyond the surface simplicity.

Sending another message to Shan Mingzhi: "Check the past recordings from the surveillance for the exact number of people in the hall."

Xu Xiangbei stealthily glanced at the surveillance camera in the hall, which moved slightly up and down as if Shan Mingzhi was nodding at him.

He checked his watch—it was already two in the afternoon. The ball game started at three, giving him an hour to save Auntie Dai.

What should have been an easy task now turned complex with a hidden figure inside the mansion.

Shan Mingzhi sent a message with just two words: Get out.

Xu Xiangbei immediately understood; this was indeed a trap, a trap for him.

More sweat broke out on his forehead, but he didn’t leave as Shan Mingzhi suggested. Instead, he stood motionless, like a statue.

He promised David to help rescue his mother. If he retreated now, what would happen to David? To Auntie Dai?

If this were a trap, once the adversaries realized he hadn’t fallen for it, they might target Auntie Dai in anger rather than release her at six after a successful gambling venture—there was a high risk of silencing her.

The four men in the hall, along with Auntie Dai, were nothing but bait.

Xu Xiangbei heard several breathing sounds around him—at least three distinct, suppressed breathing patterns, indicating individuals deliberately controlling their breaths to evade his detection.

To achieve such a stealthy presence, apart from the Sword Palace Assassins, no one else could attain such mastery.

Xu Xiangbei changed his plan, striding boldly into the villa hall.

Upon his sudden entrance, the four men jumped in shock, pulling out sharp knives aimed at Xu Xiangbei together.

"Who are you, kid? How did you get in?"

Xu Xiangbei smiled lightly, "Never mind how I got in; you’d better run while you still can, before it’s too late."

The four men laughed synchronously, finding Xu Xiangbei alone, yet speaking boldly as if he could make them flee.

The lead thug sneered, "Kid, it’s just you alone? Are you nuts? Telling us to run? We should be saying that to you. It’s too late for you to escape."

After speaking, the four men laughed heartily again, thinking Xu Xiangbei a fool.

Xu Xiangbei shook his head helplessly. These four were both laughable and pitiful, unaware that death loomed close. They were merely bait.