National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

The entire space seemed to fill with a mesmerizing light, drawing all who saw it into a state of utter captivation.

It was as if the brightness and beauty of an entire spring had been cleverly captured within her peach-blossom-colored eyes.

As the mysterious ripples gradually spread,

the eyes of Saito Sonosuke and the other security guards began to clear,

as if they were slowly waking from a long, deep nightmare.

A moment later, driven and controlled by some powerful, unseen force,

they all bowed in unison, bending forward at a ninety-degree angle, their faces filled with piety and awe.

They looked like loyal servants greeting their revered master, not daring to show the slightest slackness or disrespect.

"They have all become our loyal servants now.

If we tell them to go east, they would never dare to go west.

They will obey our every command unconditionally,

so there’s no need to worry about them leaking any of our secrets."

The mysterious, enchanting color slowly faded from Yumizakura’s peach-blossom eyes,

restoring their original black-and-white clarity.

"Hiss... That ability is just incredible!"

The siblings, Zheng Bolan and Zheng Xuezhen, stood frozen in place as if struck by an Immobilization Spell,

their eyes wide as saucers, full of shock and wonder, their mouths slightly agape.

It was a good while before they let out a heartfelt sigh of admiration in unison.

Like a nimble, playful kitten, Xia Chengli darted lightly to Yumizakura’s side.

She clasped her hands behind her back, tilted her head slightly, and asked in a low voice, "Yumizakura,

can you teach me that incredibly amazing move?"

On her path of exploring mystical powers,

Xia Chengli was like a tireless traveler, always harboring a fiery, persistent heart.

She had an irrepressible passion for learning any novel, unique, and profound skill;

these skills were the treasures she coveted most in the world.

Yumizakura sighed softly and slowly shook her head. "It’s not that I don’t want to teach you; it’s simply impossible.

You see,

the ancient and mysterious blood of the Nine-tailed Demon Fox flows through my veins.

It is an innate and extremely special inheritance.

Only those with the Nine-tailed Demon Fox bloodline possess the ability to use such a miraculous power.

A wondrous ability like bewitchment isn’t something that can be obtained through arduous training.

It is a talent imprinted upon the soul from the very beginning of life.

From the moment I was born, it has been a natural part of me, as easy to use as my own hands and feet."

"Ah, I see. That’s a real shame."

Xia Chengli lowered her head slightly, a flicker of disappointment in her eyes. She gently bit her lip and nodded slowly.

Her regretful expression was like that of someone watching a treasure they’d just obtained slip through their fingers,

her heart filled with reluctance and helplessness, an expression that would make anyone’s heart go out to her.

"Mr. Chu, what should we do next?"

Zheng Qifeng had long since lost his earlier composure and calm.

His eyes were now filled with reverence and expectation.

After witnessing the faint yet incredibly powerful, mystical aura surrounding Chu He, Yumizakura, and Xia Chengli,

he knew in his heart that these three were no ordinary people.

Their appearance might bring a turning point to his dire situation.

Moreover, what reassured Zheng Qifeng the most was that

they seemed to have no direct conflicts of interest with his family or the upcoming project.

This fact was a great comfort,

allowing him to find a sliver of security and a sense of reliance amidst the chaotic and complex situation.

"Next, we’ll go directly to your construction site for a look.

After all, hearing is one thing, but seeing is another.

We can’t get to the bottom of this by relying on hearsay alone,"

Chu He said, his expression stern and his gaze as deep as a cold star in the night sky. His tone was firm and left no room for doubt.

"Of course, Mr. Chu. Please wait just a moment."

Zheng Qifeng immediately strode forward, his steps quick yet steady. He reached out with swift, practiced hands

and opened the car door in one smooth motion.

Before them was a brand-new, gleaming luxury van.

Its lines were sleek and elegant, and its body glinted with a noble, luxurious sheen under the sunlight.

The interior was spacious and bright, with soft, comfortable leather seats

that exuded the faint scent of high-grade leather. It was fully loaded with all kinds of high-end features.

After Chu He and his group had departed in the van, leaving a cloud of dust in their wake,

the security guards, now back to their normal patrol state, resumed their daily duties,

methodically weaving through the area around the villa as if nothing had happened.

Suddenly, the shrill ring of a cell phone shattered the tranquility.

Saito Sonosuke frowned slightly, quickly pulling his phone from his jacket pocket.

After a glance at the caller ID, he unhesitatingly pressed the answer button

and held the phone tightly to his ear.

"Hello? What’s the status of your investigation?

Did Zheng Bolan really make it home safe and sound?

What the hell happened?

Why haven’t you gotten back to me after all this time?

Nothing’s gone wrong on your end, has it?"

The person on the other end of the line was clearly frantic, their voice sharp and hurried,

thick with anxiety and unease.

They fired off a barrage of questions the moment the call connected,

their tone revealing a desperate, frantic energy,

and their anxiety was palpable even through the receiver.