Chapter 21: .The Reunion of Old Enemies

The crystal attic on the top floor of the Bingquan Hotel was brightly lit, and several huge magical hanging lamps hung on the surrounding walls, reflecting the crystal clear light of this majestic cottage. A dark red soft leather sofa was placed by the glass window on the east side of the room, and a wooden coffee table was placed in the center. Mrs. Lovina and Lord Saron were sitting on the sofa playing cards, and Colonel Ye Chi accompanied them.
"The three soldiers... why are there so much Yaxing today?" Saron threw out three cards and leaned back on the sofa and glanced at the lady. He changed into a blue and white plaid nightgown, and curled his blond hair into pigtails behind his head, showing a somewhat youthful feeling.
"A pair of school plus illusionists... It's rare to get together, of course, I have to ask you to stay with me for a while." The lady curled her mouth and chuckled softly. She was wearing a lavender dress leaning against the innermost sofa, looking down at the card intently. .
"I'm not good at playing cards. Compared to this, I like to play chess..." The lord smiled slightly and continued to play cards, "The three generals... why suddenly want to retire? I received the invitation and thought it was. Mischief... What is wrong with you?"
"After...I just want to take a good rest for a while, I'm really tired of the days floating around..."
"Oh...Time flies so fast, in a blink of an eye, so many years have passed..." The lord treated the cards in his hand and sighed slightly, "This is the age of young people, so let's talk about the majesty downstairs. , Won’t you have to join the throne next year?"
"Yeah...Yonuo is also 16 years old, I heard that he is more respected in the Medical Officer Academy than you did in the past."
"Haha! That kid has to practice hard..." The lord said so, but he couldn't help showing a proud look. He turned his head to see the lady's expression in a trance, and immediately stopped his mouth, "Sorry... You think of him..."
The lady did not answer, only a very shallow wry smile, with sadness in her eyes.
The atmosphere in the room was a little embarrassing, and Saron was about to give her a few more words of comfort, when the officer on the other side suddenly turned his head and looked at him blankly, making him startled. In the next second, a few light knocks sounded from the silver alloy door at the entrance of the loft. Louis, the old butler still wearing a black dress, pushed the door in, with a smile on his mouth, and carefully holding a bottle of gold with both hands. Champagne.
"Did something happen?" The lady asked with a frown when she saw that he was only coming back now.
"I saw something dirty on the road, so I cleaned it up." The old butler respectfully bowed to the lord, then turned and walked to the corner bar. He opened the champagne with a slap, poured out three glasses of gold-like pure and fragrant wine, took small steps to the coffee table, and stood by with his hands.
The lord thanked him, took a sip from his glass, and the chilly ice wine shocked him. He put down the wine glass and was about to play the cards, and suddenly heard a low and explosive sound, the lord looked up in surprise and saw Colonel Ye Chi standing in front of the French window at some point, staring motionlessly into the distance.
"Your Excellency Ye Chi, what happened?" Saron frowned and walked to the officer's side and looked out, only to see a dark block, except for the silver-white Yuehua, there was no light at all.
"Power cut? Will this kind of accident happen in Beijing too?" The lady also stepped forward and took a look, raising her eyebrows slightly unexpectedly.
"It's not an accident..." The lord thought of the suspected explosion before, and immediately had a judgment. He turned back abruptly and wanted to go downstairs to summon the crowd. The colonel suddenly called him out.
"Please stay..." Ye Chi was still expressionless. He turned around and gave the old butler an inquiring look. The old man smiled knowingly, nodded and walked out of the room slowly.
"Ye is here, I will take good care of both of you." The colonel walked back to the sofa and picked up the glass of champagne, sniffed it and put it back in place, obviously didn't like this dull lady's cider.
"Your Excellency Ye Chi is right." The lady subconsciously pulled the lord's arm, "We are still safer to stay here."
"...Okay." The lord finally nodded after hesitating for a moment. He didn't bring many guards when he came to the capital this time. For the sake of safety, he really had to rely on the unhappy colonel in front of him. He secretly sighed and sat back on the sofa, and suddenly thought of the visitor downstairs, he couldn't help asking: "Will there be any accidents on His Highness Shun?"
"My own kid guards." The colonel faintly replied, sitting on the sofa and closing his eyes, without saying more.
In the presidential suite on the fifth floor of the hotel, the shadow assassin Saiker and the white guard are facing each other in silence as far as possible. They were motionless like two black and white standing statues, but in the mind of the young assassin, there was a stern urge from Velut.
"Quickly evacuate!" There was a tense atmosphere on the top of the old building. Virut hurriedly ordered the black-clothed attendants to send out a white signal light, and then continued to send a voice warning to Saiker, "Now is not the time to do it, quickly evacuate!"
But the Shadow Assassin couldn't hear the shouts in his mind at all, he only felt the anger in his chest spreading over the sky, and he would almost swallow all his mind. He stared at the white figure without blinking, thinking of the shameful rainy night that had entered his bones eight years ago, there was only war in his mind! war! war! The ink-like deepness spread rapidly in his pupils, the silver divine light faded in an instant, and the young assassin completely escaped into the black mist and was no longer seen.
The abrupt end of divine power caught Velut off guard. He gritted his teeth and covered his eyes with a painful cry, tears on his face caused by intense stimulation. The guards outside the house hurried to check inside, and a man in black stepped forward to help him and asked in a hurry, "Young Master! Are you okay?"
Virut closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He took out a black kerchief from his pocket to cover his eyes, and coldly said the command: "Pass the order to retreat... Put the bee on your back and go back to the stronghold."
The attendants in black nodded and said that they had left the room, and Virut stood alone at the table in silence. Suddenly, he slammed a fist against the table top, and the old wooden table broke at once, and the wooden thorn plunged into the back of his hand, dripping with blood. Virut didn't seem to notice the piercing pain in his hand. He squeezed his mouth and squeezed his fist, standing still in this empty old room, with hurried steps running outside.
In the presidential suite, the fateful reunion has just begun to ignite passionate fireworks.
The assassin transformed into the black mist finally launched a tentative attack after a moment of silence. He flew out from the shadow behind him as far as he could, and his double thorns took the two vital points of the opponent's neck and chest like electricity. The gun guard calmly turned sideways slightly, dancing the long/gun with his right hand, with a "ding" sound, and the tip of the gun was pointed at the bottom of the long dagger, and the attacker gently blocked it.
Sekor took advantage of the momentum and rushed to the roof. He turned his right foot a little harder, accelerated with gravity, swung a dagger and stabbed again. Looking far away without a soft drink, a transparent shield of light emerged in front of him, and the pair of daggers hit the light wall repeatedly, making a sound of golden stone percussion, but they could not penetrate the divine power shield. The wind howled, the Shadow Assassin turned back and avoided the tip of the spear that was quickly thrown as far as possible, turned back and jumped into the shadow like a fish, and disappeared again.
There was still silence inside, and Shun sat on the sofa without saying a word, watching the showdown coldly. There are still people in this capital who dared to assassinate..., the prince looked indifferent, and thought to himself: The attacker knew as far as he could, but he didn't care about himself, it was more like a person who came to seek revenge...The power of shadow...no I've heard of such a person in the capital. The prince decided to wait and see the changes, no matter what the identity of the other party, the capital is not a place to allow him to be presumptuous.
As far as possible, the gun was pointed diagonally at the ground, and he bowed his head and waited for the next wave of surprise. He still stood still, and the white light faintly circulated at the tip of the gun.
After a few seconds, countless shadows suddenly burst out of the surrounding black fog. They hovered like a zipline like a python body like a whip vine, tangling the whole body as far as possible. The black light is permeated, almost All the light in the hall was obscured. Around the giant cocoon formed by the dark shadows, there were constant sharp knocks, and the shadow assassin speared double daggers around the sphere like ghosts, looking for opportunities for weakness.
"Array!" He heard a loud shout as far as he could, a white light pierced the darkness, and a circle of shields burst out from under his feet to shred the black cocoon. The shield slowly extended, and finally stopped one step around him. outer. After the shadow attack had failed, Saiker immediately raised his foot on the mask and returned with strength, standing still on the side of the wall.
Extending his left hand as far as he could, the mask suddenly stretched out, instantly wrapping Saiker inside. Seeing the situation reversed, the Shadow Assassin didn't panic. He grinned and showed sharp tiger teeth, his whole body condensed with black light. The mist exploded again, and Saiker's figure dissipated in the air, and retreated into the gloom behind him.
The power of the shadow is really weird and changeable..., he took back the mask in silence as far as he could, and decided to continue the trial, depending on what he had to do.
"You are nothing but that!" An arrogant laugh came from the black mist, and Saiker struck again, wrapped in black light. With a flick of his hands, the black divine power quickly flowed through the long and short double thorns, condensing at the tip of the knife into a strange black light. The Shadow Assassin gave a low cry and used all his strength to stab the double daggers as far as the mask on top of his head. The divine power collided violently and made a noise. Hearing a crisp cracking sound, a tiny crack appeared on the light shield, and the assassin immediately turned the switch on the dagger, and the double thorns suddenly stretched out and plunged into the light shield. Between the electric light and flint, he deflected his head as far as possible to avoid the knife, and the black light would cut across his cheek, tearing up a blood scar.
The white light burst, and the long/spear swept like a dragon's tail, bringing out an afterimage, instantly repelling the assassin. The Shadow Assassin jumped back, holding the double daggers and standing not far away, sending out a series of triumphant sneers.
Reached out as far as possible and gently wiped the scratches on the side of his face, his eyes were as silent as before, without any waves. The next moment, fierce magical power fluctuations floated around him, and countless magical powers poured out, hovering along the magic pattern of the gun handle, plating the gun head into a dazzling sharp light.
Shun frowned and stood up. As soon as he was about to help him, he saw the gun handle emit a white wave of divine power again and flew straight into Sai Keer's throat. The white light entangled the assassin and held him in place, and Saiker immediately waved a pair of daggers to hold the spear head, so his skills were re-spread into the darkness. But he had anticipated his reaction as soon as possible, and the long/gun flew horizontally forward, flying out a light cut that almost split the space. The shadow assassin was forced into a shadow by this divine power, hit the wall with a snorting snoring, then quickly turned over and retreated, disappearing into the black fog in front of the door.
He threw a spear as far as possible to prop up the shield, and was about to wave his hand to extend it, when a sudden alarm sounded outside the door, which made him pause. The wanton black mist in the room took the opportunity to shrink quickly, and then the assassin's arrogant provocation came: "If you are lucky... next time you need you..."
As far as possible before he finished speaking, he urged the divine power to cover the entire room, all the black mist was washed away by the white light, but the assassin was never found again.
The luxurious suite is still quiet, only the noise outside the door, accompanied by a stern alarm. He stood still with the long/gun as far as he could, with the flames still flying around his body, he listened attentively, and only recovered his supernatural power after confirming that the assassin had left.
"Is it okay?" Shun asked in a low voice behind him.
Slowly shook his head as far as possible, and the long/gun was turned into a short stick and inserted into his waist.
"You know that person just now?"
Hearing as far as possible that the prince had been suspicious, but did not answer immediately. After a few moves just now, he recognized the person's identity, but if he said clearly at this time, I'm afraid.... He pursed his mouth and thought for a while, and then stepped forward to open the door and let out a low voice: "Come here."
"My lord!" A guard in gray ran quickly with a flashlight. He stopped in front of the door panting, lifted his sleeve and wiped his sweat.
"What happened?"
"An assassin has sneaked into the hotel, my lord! A few bodies were found on the third floor, but the attacker has not been found yet."
"Madame Lovina and His Royal Highness Saron are all well?"
"It's all safe, sir. It's very dangerous outside now. You and your Royal Highness should stay in the room!"
"Understood..." Nodded as far as he could and closed the door, turning around, he saw Shun standing blankly at the table, his eyes fixed on himself.
"Is it the one eight years ago?" Seeing that he avoided answering the question just now, the prince became more sure of his own judgment, his pupils shrank slightly, and he asked in a deep voice.
Knowing as far as he could, he sighed and walked to the cabinet on the right to take out a piece of medical cotton yarn, gently put it on his cheek, and whispered: "Your Majesty, the other party is the power of the shadow, you can't catch him, or wait Tianming will make plans again." He knew the prince's temper and expected him to be impatient. But no matter what the person's background is, the action at this time is really dangerous.
Shun walked slowly to the window with a calm face. He also knew that what he said as far away as possible was not unreasonable. The power of the shadows came and went without a trace. The assassin might have already escaped from the hotel just now... but he How willing to miss this opportunity! The prince stared at the dark street downstairs, undercurrents in his eyes. Eight years! In the past eight years, he has spent countless thoughts to find out the truth, but he has always been fruitless. Unexpectedly... he dared to come to the capital to go wild, the prince's eyes were sharp and sharp, he stared at the warehouse building that was still emitting black smoke in the distance, and his brain flashed.
"...You inform the guard camp, the police department, and the Ministry of Communications to block all stations, ports, and pipelines in the city, and strictly investigate suspicious persons." Shun turned abruptly and said to the farthest, before he could react, he took a stride. Walked towards the door.
"His Royal Highness! The current situation is unknown, don't chase the poor!" ran forward and hurriedly stopped.
"I have a sense of measure." Shun replied without doubt, adding: "You wait for my news." He opened the door, and a flash of divine light enveloped his body, and disappeared into the dark passage in the blink of an eye.
He looked at the dark corridor as far as he could, closed the door sternly, and sighed into the empty room. His Highness really chased it out, although it seemed to have plans, but it was still too risky.
It is important to do business first, and quickly converge his thoughts as far as possible and walk to the large bedroom inside. A small blue-black magic communicator is placed on the coffee table by the window. He slowly stepped forward and flicked the built-in special code, accompanied by a gentle buzzing of magic power, a polite inquiry came from the communicator. The solemn and low voice echoed in the hall as far as he could, and he absently repeated the prince's instructions, as if there was an indelible faint melancholy hidden between his slightly frowning eyebrows.
With the departure of the prince, the vague phantom caused by the divine power in the presidential suite also slowly disappeared, revealing the lifeless dark wall. There was still noisy noise outside the house, and the guards hurried around shouting, but no one knew what had happened.
This dazzling night is getting deeper and deeper.