C67

Looking at the apparatus in Han Ruolin's hands, Gao Xiaowen's heart trembled. If this damned machine was not broken, then, the meaning of the yellow light dots flying towards him was self-evident!

"Dark Blade!"

The elites rushed out and surrounded the island, ready to strike!

At this moment, most of the guests were gathered in the banquet hall on the third floor!

At this time, Ye Zheng was sitting at the head of the bed, staring at the pitch-black window, deep in thought.

Suddenly, his heart began to race. He instinctively felt that the enemy hidden in the darkness was approaching step by step, ready to take action!

There was no evidence, just a beast's instinct to predict danger!

With a plop, Ye Zheng fiercely jumped off the bed and quickly put on his clothes. Right now, it was already close to midnight.

Knocking on a woman's door during this time period was impolite, but he had no choice.

If it was just a false alarm, then let Gao Xiaowen laugh at it.

Ye Zheng's room was on the seventh floor while Gao Xiaowen was on the sixth.

The Palm Hotel had 12 floors. At that time, it was the "Corona Solar Group".

They wanted to build a hotel on the 20th floor, but the foundation of the island was not hard enough, so it could only be changed to the 12th floor.

The highest floor was Sir Liu Mulin's room, which was more spacious and luxurious than all the other rooms.

Ye Zheng reached out his hand and knocked on Gao Xiaowen's door.

According to his imagination, Han Ruolin's dissatisfied shouts would definitely come from inside the room, but right now, the room was terrifyingly quiet.

Suddenly, a bright cold light pierced through the wooden door and struck directly at Ye Zheng's lower abdomen. Ye Zheng's body twisted, and only then was he able to dodge it. He turned his head to look, and saw a long and narrow flying dagger nailed to the wall in front of him.

How preposterous!

Could it be that "Dark Blade"

They took the initiative to attack Gao Xiaowen's room, taking her hostage and waiting for an opportunity to ambush him?

Ye Zheng ferociously stomped his foot. "Bang!"

The wooden door was knocked far away.

Gao Xiaowen's room did not have any lights on, the blade light in the darkness flashed, two figures rushed towards Ye Zheng, one was aimed at Ye Zheng's throat, and the other was aimed at his lower abdomen.

The combination of this technique, the crafty angle, and the sharp speed had all surpassed the imagination of an ordinary person.

In that moment of life and death, Ye Zheng waved his right hand and struck one of the person's wrist. The blade left his hand and deeply embedded itself into the wall;

"It's me, Ye Zheng!"

Ye Zheng bellowed, he tilted his body backwards, and gently landed by the door.

There was light in the corridor, and he saw Gao Xiaowen and Han Ruolin grinding their teeth.

"Has the contactor been repaired?"

Ye Zheng asked.

"Knocking on the door at midnight is very rude."

Gao Xiaowen said.

"Then you don't need to cut open my throat."

Ye Zheng said in dissatisfaction.

Gao Xiaowen looked into Ye Zheng's eyes, and Ye Zheng met her gaze without fear.

According to the contactor's display, for there to be two members of the Dark Blade s in Palm Hotel, it was natural for them to suspect Ye Zheng.

Ye Zheng had taken a risk to save Gao Xiaowen before, but how could he know that this wasn't a "long line to catch big fish".

A method to win their trust?

However, "Dark Blade"

It had already begun its full course of action!

They did not have the time to carefully analyze and prepare!

"Just who are you?"

Gao Xiaowen's expression was stern.

"Ye Zheng, your bodyguard."

Ye Zheng replied.

Gao Xiaowen was still hesitating, unsure if she could trust Ye Zheng.

At the same time, in the lobby of Palm Hotel's first floor, two tired attendants sat behind the counter. One of the man was napping while the woman was wearing earphones and was watching a low-performance Korean drama on her phone.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

A short bolt pierced the male receptionist's forehead. Without making a sound, he collapsed under the counter.

"Are you this sleepy? What are you doing? "

The female receptionist took off her headphones and muttered in dissatisfaction.

Someone wrapped strong arms around her neck and twisted it 180 degrees.

Her eyes were wide open, filled with unwillingness and fear. Her body was still twitching slightly, and there was no longer any possibility of surviving.

The attackers were two men in black, wearing black headgear with only two glaring eyes. They wore neat black uniforms, and a layer of exquisite Kevlar armor. Clearly, they had received strict military training and were ruthless.

The attacker's thigh or chest were all carrying CLOCK-17 semi-automatic hand rod, fully armed and exuding a murderous aura.

A few muffled groans sounded out from within the duty room.

Shortly after, the door opened and a few similarly dressed men in black clothing walked out.

The exchange between them was not done with words, but with gestures.

After getting rid of the waiters and security guards on the first floor, they continued their assault on the upper floor.

These attackers clearly knew the layout, structure, and manpower of the Palm Hotel like the back of their hands.

The second floor had a security room, a medical room, and a storage room that stored all sorts of junk.

The man in black quickly dived in. In less than a minute, the security guards had turned into cold corpses.

At the same time, two small helicopters flew out from the darkness. There was almost no sound during the flight as they circled above the Palm Hotel.

Then the helicopter lowered its rope, and twelve armed men in black slid down the rope and gathered on the roof.

From the bushes and shrubs not far away from Palm Hotel came the sound of rustling clothes. The black robed assailant's figure kept on emerging, and he was moving towards the direction of the hotel in an orderly manner.

This island was completely under the control of the attackers.

In the banquet hall on the third floor, people were discussing in groups of twos and threes. Some were talking, some were drinking champagne.

The slightly drunk Ma Jian held his cup, walked to Liu Mulin and said with a smile: "The new show is about to begin, does Liu Gongzi look unhappy?"

Liu Mulin leaned on the sofa, looking heavy hearted: "In this world, there's always more to worry about."

"Haha, Liu Gongzi is too sentimental. Today is the time for wine, and today is the day for wine. Never mind what goes on in front of your door. "

Ma Jian took a big gulp of champagne.

"Miss Gao did not attend the banquet today?"

Liu Mulin asked.

"She is a very unsociable person."

Ma Jian waved his hands, "I have often told her that if you want to be the top performer in the show industry, you have to let go of this matter. She didn't have the ability to do so. He was as if he was made of wood. "If it wasn't for me and Third Elder Xie praising her, she would've turned as cold as a cauliflower long ago."

"I think that the Miss Gao has some hidden meaning."

Liu Mulin laughed.

Suddenly, the chandelier in the hall went out, and the guests were filled with discontented noises and complaints.

When the lights were turned on again, they discovered with horror that more than thirty heavily armed men in black had occupied the advantageous terrain. Everyone was like a turtle in a jar!