I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 62 - 60: Stop Running—I Know Where You Live

Chapter 62: Chapter 60: Stop Running—I Know Where You Live

Why am I so skilled at this?

He took a deep breath and flipped straight through the window into Gu Lan’s room, clutching a dagger that shimmered with a cold gleam.

The Dingyuan Marquis Mansion was surprisingly easy to infiltrate. If he had known earlier, he wouldn’t have needed to take that forbidden pill.

Behind him, two other assassins followed him into the room.

The rain soaked them through, leaving water trails from their black boots on the wooden floor.

The Evil Qi around Yuan spread as he stealthily approached the side of Gu Lan’s bed.

He didn’t move, a flicker of hesitation passed through his amber eyes.

At that moment, one of the assassins noticed something was amiss around them.

It was too quiet; even the sound of the rain outside couldn’t be heard—

The assassin was about to speak when Gu Lan suddenly leaped out from the bed!

The studded steel gauntlet carved a golden arc through the darkness, striking the assassin’s jaw.

"Crack—"

A teeth-grating sound of bone cracking was heard. The youth’s eyes were icy, tinged with a bloodthirsty red glow, both hands encased in pair of finely crafted steel gauntlets.

From the gauntlets, crimson blood dripped down one drop at a time.

Yuan immediately stepped back, while another was too late and let out a miserable cry as Gu Lan knocked him unconscious and discarded him, leaving him to lie on the ground, his fate unknown.

The others heard a miserable cry, and knowing that there was no one else in Step Lotus Hall, burst straight in.

Then, they saw a sharp silhouette charging fearlessly at them.

The figure moved with lightning speed, like a dark golden leopard diving into the crowd, each punch fierce and sharp.

This time, she didn’t bother with strategy, aiming directly for fatal spots.

If they dared to come for her, they should be prepared to lose their lives.

In no time, two more fell to the ground.

Yuan was shocked as he watched the scene, instinctively tightening his grip on the dagger as he charged forward.

The assassins present were no match for Gu Lan. Only Yuan, once he came to his senses, engaged in a fierce struggle with her.

As Gu Lan fought, she realized this man was different from the others. With every punch and clash with the dagger, she could clearly feel a surging energy like rushing blood.

That was Inner Strength.

However, despite the man’s strong Inner Strength, his martial skills seemed extremely clumsy, like someone who had never learned martial arts yet somehow acquired a century’s worth of Inner Strength.

But his movements betrayed a trace of the murderous aura only soldiers possess while in battle.

Suddenly, Yuan lifted one hand violently, bringing down tremendous force as the gleaming dagger looked as if it was about to pierce Gu Lan’s chest.

He knew that as long as he killed Gu Lan, he would be able to repay the Qian Family for saving his life two years ago.

However, Yuan’s vision suddenly blurred.

During the day, Nannan pulling his hand, saying it was this handsome brother who was distributing porridge to the victims;

Yesterday when he returned home, Nannan specially saved him a bowl of porridge, saying it was given by the handsome brother;

That day at Wenyuan Pavilion, he saw Gu Lan save a Palace Attendant the entire night, exhausting herself—

But he came here to kill the Young Master Gu.

Weapons collided with a resounding clang. Gu Lan blocked the heavy blow, unaware of Yuan’s thoughts, but she could already see two or three more shadows flanking her from behind.

The torrential rain today made it difficult for sound to travel outside.

Still, despite the prolonged fight, no one showed up, mainly because Gu Lan hadn’t called out.

She just wanted to know how much of her martial arts skills had returned.

Now it seemed that these people weren’t worth fighting and barely qualified as her sparring partners.

However, this particular sparring partner in front of her seemed alright.

Gu Lan pressed forcefully with her toes, her whole body leaping up.

In an instant, a cold light flashed, and she had already pinned a would-be attacker to the door with a short sword.

The assassin let out a scream, drowned out by the torrential rain in the deep night.

Lightning struck, illuminating Gu Lan’s elegant, cold, and proud face, cloaked in icy chill, her eyes tinged with scarlet.

She then backhandedly threw a dagger, cutting another assassin’s hamstring.

At this point, Gu Lan realized something was wrong with the most troublesome man in front of her.

The man’s movements accelerated by several degrees; Gu Lan raised a hand to knock off his hat and finally recognized him: "You are Yuan?"

She seemed to know only one person who was this fast...

However, despite Yuan’s increased speed, his martial skills had many flaws. Each strike, though aggressive and fierce, became chaotic.

Gu Lan seized the opportunity, transforming her palm into a claw, tearing off Yuan’s mask!

The mask was torn, blood splattering, leaving a bloody mark across Yuan’s face, grazed by the rivets of Gu Lan’s gauntlet.

She saw Yuan’s face clearly!

Suddenly, Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning as pale as paper. His expression darkened, realizing the drug’s side effects had kicked in, and he immediately turned to flee.

This time, their roles had reversed.

Gu Lan regretted not setting some traps.

While giving chase, she whispered, "Why are you running? Let’s fight a bit longer!"

After just a short bout with Yuan, Gu Lan noticed significant improvements in her martial arts level.

Yuan’s martial skills were on par with her own strength now, but his Inner Strength greatly surpassed hers—he was like a gift from heaven, too good to pass up.

With her current power, she might become exhausted in the end, but Yuan would definitely be the one to die.

But she couldn’t keep up with his Qinggong!

Flipping up onto the rooftop, Gu Lan pursued fiercely until they were about to leave the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion. Gu Lan, not wanting to chase any further, couldn’t help but shout:

"Yong’an Street East 17th Line—I know where you live!"

Yuan stumbled, paused, and glanced back at Gu Lan.

Thud—

The tall man fell off the roof.