After a moment, Si Xingye passed out due to suffocation.

The Rolls-Royce stopped by the roadside.

On the street, more than a dozen supercars lined up along the roadside.

Someone got out of the car, opened the back door, and carried the unconscious boy out.

Old Master Si seemed to sense something and hurriedly removed the golden mask from the boy's hand.

He got out of the car, not even taking his cane this time.

The black-clad bodyguards clustered around him, each one a Fourth Rank Ascender.

Ultimately, Old Master Si used divination to pinpoint a love hotel, and without hesitation, gestured for his men to storm in. On their way, they startled many guests, even giving the receptionist a fright.

He reached the top floor and saw a person at the end of the hallway.

It was someone carrying a large weapon bag, wearing a sun hat and sunglasses, with a mask on their face.

They were holding a device aimed at the door's code lock, planning to break in.

Upon seeing someone approach, they were surprised.

"Old Master Si?"

The assassin seemed taken aback and bowed slightly.

Old Master Si glanced at him, copper coin spinning in his hand, instantly divining his identity, and said calmly, "So it's Mr. Black Owl from the Jiang Family. I recall you're currently seeking to ascend to the Holy Land Level, so why are you here? Did our little young master offend you?"

Both being Ascenders of the same rank, there was nothing to fear.

Moreover, his status in the Si Family wasn't something this person could compare to.

"Little young master Si?"

Black Owl seemed puzzled for a moment, suspiciously looking at the door: "When I came here, I heard there was an assassin attacking the young lady nearby, so I followed the trail here."

Faced with the Si Family, he dared not act recklessly.

He could only bow deeply again: "Apologies for the disturbance."

With that, he retreated a few steps, turned around, and left through another exit.

Old Master Si immediately instructed in a low voice, "Watch him, see if he goes far."

Then he took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell.

A cold voice came from inside the room: "Come in."

Old Master Si mustered the courage to push open the door and led his men inside.

He kept his head lowered to show his respect and submission, not daring to glance around from the corner of his eye.

His subordinates, carefully selected and rigorously trained, naturally wouldn't look around either.

They just vaguely sensed someone standing by the floor-to-ceiling window.

That person seemed to be holding someone in their arms.

"Did you do everything I asked?"

Gu Jianlin gazed at the night through the floor-to-ceiling window. In fact, he had been planning to teleport away because facing a Sixth Rank Overlord Path, he might be entangled for some time before being able to kill them.

And during that time, it would be enough for people from The Order of the Hidden to surround them.

Old Master Si promptly took out the golden mask, even spraying some disinfectant on it, then wiping it clean with a handkerchief, presenting it with both hands: "As long as you wear this mask, no one will doubt your identity. From now on, you are Si Xingye, the little young master of the Si Family, my..."

He was trembling, seemingly terrified: "My nephew."

This was a great offense.

But it was also the best identity he could find for the time being.

"No worries, as long as this identity holds up."

Gu Jianlin held the sleeping woman in his arms and said lightly, "Let's go."

At this moment, Skylark was still asleep in his arms, wrapped in a close-fitting bathrobe.

To be safe, Gu Jianlin put his black trench coat on her, covering her snugly.

Spare the woman from going ballistic when she wakes up.

"You didn't tell me you brought a woman."

Old Master Si also caught the thick scent of Lan She perfume, immediately wondering if the Supreme was holding an extraordinary beauty in his arms, and said with some difficulty, "Do we need to arrange an identity for her?"

He was momentarily at a loss, quickly thinking of ideas in his mind.

"No need."

Gu Jianlin glanced at the unconscious, exceptionally beautiful girl in his arms, pondered for a moment: "Just a Female Sacrifice."

To be safe, better not let these people know her identity.

Old Master Si, as if granted amnesty, hurriedly turned around to instruct his subordinates: "Quickly, don't offend the boss!"

His subordinates drew black umbrellas from behind, huddling together, and lowered their heads to shield the boy and girl.

Gu Jianlin put on the golden mask, holding the girl in his arms, and walked out expressionlessly.

Old Master Si led the way, having just been a groveling old eunuch moments ago, now straightening his back and exuding a commanding presence that clearly showed the stature of a powerful figure.

Each room of this hotel was being guarded by men in black to prevent anyone from coming out to look around.

The hotel's lobby had already been cleared.

A black Rolls-Royce was parked at the entrance, lights shining brightly.

Someone opened the back door, and Gu Jianlin naturally carried the Female Sacrifice inside.

The car door closed. The window slowly rose, blocking everything from view.

"Phew."

Gu Jianlin exhaled deeply, glanced down at the girl sleeping in his arms, thinking that the time of escape was finally over, and no longer needed to worry about being hunted in a foreign land as an undocumented alien.

"All of you move to the back."

Old Master Si commanded: "I'm driving myself!"

This time, it was to escort a heavyweight figure, welcoming a god back home.

No room for carelessness.

He didn't want any subordinates hanging around at such a once-in-a-lifetime moment as light bulbs either.

However, just as Old Master Si was about to get into the driver's seat, a red Lamborghini drifted to a screeching halt in front of him, the tires skidding against the ground, almost emitting smoke.

It wasn't just that; more than ten supercars were also racing in, and women in suits and ties were getting out one after another.

"Who is that?"

Gu Jianlin frowned, pulling the woman in his arms closer to his chest to shield her from view.

"Please hold on, it seems to be the goddaughter of the Zong Family's old man, who's always opposing us."

Old Master Si displayed a respectful smile, then changed his expression, gazing coldly.

The driver of the red Lamborghini was indeed a woman.

She was a cold and sharp older sister with black hair, wearing a dark gray hat, a black lace shawl, a cinched gray skirt suit, long shapely legs in high boots, holding a cane.

Completely dressed in a British style.

She had a strong presence.

Like a domineering female CEO.

"Old Master Si."

She lifted her beautiful eyes and said indifferently: "Why are you here?"

Old Master Si snorted coldly: "I might ask the same, what is Miss Su doing here?"

In the Rolls-Royce's back seat, Gu Jianlin laid the girl aside, gazing intently at the woman.

A face that seemed familiar, had seen somewhere before.

Hmm, Su Youxia.

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