CHAPTER 557: CHAPTER 0476: THE ONSLAUGHT APPROACHES

"Is that so? Then I really must listen to it if I have the chance!"

Bei Yinyao did not take An Ruoqing’s words seriously. Everyone has a different perspective when listening to music. Amateurs and professional musicians have different evaluations of whether a song is sung well. She believed it was just An Ruoqing’s subjective feeling.

"It’s true!" An Ruoqing nodded affirmatively, suddenly remembering something, and pulled out her phone.

"Oh yes, I have a recording on my phone. At the graduation party, he sang a song that stunned everyone. I thought it was really great, so I recorded it. I’ll play it for you, and you’ll see!"

The car ride was boring, and they had about ten more minutes until they reached Bei Yinyao’s hotel. She didn’t mind listening, so she nodded.

She was also very curious about that cold young man’s singing voice.

A melodious piano sound began to play, and Bei Yinyao couldn’t help but be surprised. Just listening to the piano playing, it reached a world-class standard. She didn’t expect that cold young man to have such a skill.

A rich, magnetic male voice followed.

"A person as outstanding as me, should have had a brilliant life..."

Bai Wan’er and An Ruoqing listened intently. Ye Qingfeng’s voice, every time they heard it, gave them a different and fresh feeling.

But they didn’t notice that sitting opposite them, Bei Yinyao’s eyes were wide open, her whole body seemed like a sculpture, petrified on the spot.

If Ye Qingfeng knew what An Ruoqing was doing at this moment, he might have the urge to slap her to death.

The recording finally finished playing, and Bai Wan’er and An Ruoqing were still immersed in Ye Qingfeng’s magical performance.

When they looked up, they were startled.

Moments ago, Bei Yinyao was fine, but now her face was covered in tears, soaking her clothes in front of her, unaware. She seemed to have lost her soul, her eyes vacant and dazed.

"Why...why?" Bei Yinyao murmured softly, "It’s him, why? It was clearly him, why pretend not to know me, why be so cold to me, why treat me like a stranger?"

Tears streamed down incessantly, and her lips trembled uncontrollably.

She finally understood now, why Ye Qingfeng’s voice, his attitude, the feeling beside him, and his embrace felt so familiar.

Perhaps not all her feelings were accurate, but she would never forget that voice, capable of shaking the world and striking the deepest parts of people’s hearts.

That was the voice unique to her beloved "wood," a style and singing habits that no one else in the world could mimic.

"Bei Yinyao, what are you talking about? What’s wrong with you?"

Bai Wan’er and An Ruoqing probing asked.

Bei Yinyao suddenly broke her usual demeanor and shouted loudly.

"Stop the car, stop the car now!"

The driver was startled and immediately pulled over. He had no idea why the usually mild-mannered, amiable Bei Yinyao suddenly lost her temper so abruptly.

"Tell me where he lives, I need to find him!"

Bei Yinyao grabbed Bai Wan’er and An Ruoqing’s hands, looking agitated and helpless as if she were a lost child searching for her mother.

Both women were baffled. Bai Wan’er was about to say that Ye Qingfeng would soon arrive, when suddenly, a figure descended from the sky.

"Bang!"

With a loud crash, the person landed directly on the Lincoln’s hood, his feet like steel, crushing it completely. The engine immediately failed, and the driver was killed instantly from the force.

He lowered his head and grinned at the three terrified women in the car, revealing a mouthful of ghastly white teeth!

"Boom!"

The car’s front caved in, and the driver was pulverized, dying on the spot.

"Ah!"

Bai Wan’er and Bei Yinyao were pale with fright, but fortunately, there was a barrier between the Lincoln’s passenger compartment and the driver’s seat, so the glass shards didn’t injure them.

On the car hood, a haggard old man with a sinister smile appeared—it was Old Man Hei, who had attacked Bei Yinyao two days earlier.

His aura was slightly weaker than two days ago, clearly due to previous injuries, and his murky yellow eyes fixed on Bei Yinyao made her hair stand on end.

"Hmph, little girl of the Bei family, you can’t escape in the end!"

Old Man Hei leaped off and grabbed the car door with one hand, yanking fiercely.

The sturdy and reliable Lincoln car door actually started to give. Bei Yinyao and Bai Wan’er held onto each other tightly, terrified to the core.

"Come out, all of you!"

Old Man Hei was about to exert force again when he suddenly sensed a gust of wind. He was startled and dodged aside as a large rock imbued with powerful Spiritual Power whizzed past the car door.

His eyes narrowed, and he saw a figure in white clothes leaping towards them from afar.

"A lad from the Huang Family?"

Old Ghost Hei recognized the newcomer, showing a hint of fear. Although both he and Huang Zhou were at the Primary War General level, Huang Zhou’s inner strength was more formidable due to his cultivation technique and physique.

Moreover, the martial arts Huang Zhou practiced—Huang Family Triple Palm—was a renowned technique with great power. In their last encounter, he had suffered at Huang Zhou’s hands because of it.

Huang Zhou, with a stern face, stepped over and stood beside the Lincoln car.

"How did you accurately track Bei Yinyao’s route?"

He asked coldly.

Bei Yinyao’s route for the evening had been changed last minute backstage. They had disguised someone as Bei Yinyao, departing with the main group, passing through the bustling streets to make the Seven Kills think that Bei Yinyao was among them.

In reality, Bei Yinyao had been arranged to leave with Bai Wan’er through another exit of the venue, taking the outer ring road back to the hotel.

This was supposed to be a flawless plan to confuse the enemies, but it seemed to have failed glaringly, serving no purpose as the people of "Seven Kills" had arrived so quickly.

"A petty substitution plan, and you thought you could fool us? You underestimate us ’Seven Kills’!"

Old Man Hei sneered. Among them, "Seven Kills" had countless experts skilled in tracking and counter-tracking, and Bei Yinyao’s group’s skills were insufficient.

"Hmph!" Huang Zhou snorted coldly, "Even if you know, what can you do? Dreaming of moving against Yin Yao with just you is absurd! Show whatever skills you have, but you’re merely my defeated opponent. Today, you won’t have such luck to escape again!"

"Just me? Who said I was alone?"

Old Man Hei didn’t move immediately. Instead, he lightly clapped his hands, and suddenly, four more presences emerged around them.

Four middle-aged men with varied appearances appeared from the woods nearby, causing Huang Zhou’s expression to change. These four individuals all had a cultivation level above his, at least in the realm of Intermediate War Generals.

These people were the four ace assassins with the highest success rate in "Seven Kills," known as "Wind, Forest, Fire, Mountain."

"A mere youngster of the Huang family, so arrogant, it is laughable!"

The one dubbed "Wind" spoke coldly, never having regarded Huang Zhou highly.