"Get to the Deer Sacred Elephant and regroup!" several guardians shouted, surrounding Ying Rui as they scrambled to escape the estate. Wang Han raised his hand and made a grasping motion in their direction from afar. Suddenly, a spherical protective shell manifested around Ying Rui, barely blocking the strike. He stumbled, nearly falling, before two of his guardians grabbed his arms and sprinted away. In the chaos, one of Ying Rui's shoes was lost. He fumbled to call the Deer Sacred Elephant, his voice cracking from sheer panic, "Chairman Deer, come quickly! It’s Wang Han! It’s Wang Han! He’s not dead! He really isn't dead!!!"
Far away, inside a car listening to pingtan music, the Deer Sacred Elephant sat bolt upright upon hearing the call. Ying Rui’s desperate, heart-wrenching screams blared through the phone. The Deer Sacred Elephant gripped the armrest with a large hand, glancing back toward the estate. "I'm on my way!"
If Ying Rui had been killed by Wu Liang, the Deer Sacred Elephant could have brushed it off as a case of inferior skill. But if Ying Rui was killed by Wang Han, he wouldn't be able to escape the blame, especially given the connection between the Taiping Association and Ying Rui’s master, Hou Rong. The Deer Sacred Elephant ordered his driver to turn back toward the private estate immediately. He couldn't shake the doubt: was Wang Han really alive? He had to see for himself.
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