Chapter 7:06 Damn it, let Wu Chi go

  The luxurious mansion was shrouded in shadows, the moonlight shining on the tall white poplars, casting sparse shadows on the ground. A black figure approached step by step, leaning against the wall, its feet treading on withered fallen branches, making a cracking sound.

  He involuntarily stopped in his tracks and looked around. The night was very deep, the surroundings were quiet, and no one noticed his presence.

  He stopped at a suitable distance, retreated a few steps, and looked up at the window on the third floor, but only saw a deep darkness.

  It should be right, when I was investigating the terrain in the white poplar forest downstairs today, I saw Wei Chi's figure appearing at that window more than once.

  He took off his backpack, pulled out a rope he had prepared earlier, and inside was also a black hammer. To rescue him, he had made a lot of effort. If it failed, there was no way, at most they would be caught by them, but from today's point of view, in fact, they didn't have much guard, and also, not the president, why so many defenses were needed.

  He took out the rope, grasped the hook claw and threw it with force. He had practiced this move many times outside, even accidentally pulling down someone's flower pot. It was unclear if he would succeed this time.

  Metal clanged, making a "clang" sound. His heart also lifted with it. He pulled the rope with his hand and hooked it onto something in an instant. He exhaled a mouthful of white air, tied the rope around his waist, and started climbing up along the wall.

  Wei Chi was originally thinking about something, when he suddenly heard a rustling sound outside, followed by a loud crash. He sat up in bed, stunned for a moment, wondering what had happened.

  He put on his slippers and had not yet reached the window when he saw a vague figure emerge from behind the curtains. Before he could speak, he saw that person take out something with difficulty from behind the windowsill.

  He stopped his action of pulling the curtains, and the moonlight cast a human shadow on the curtains. He seemed to see the shape of an axe raised high.

  "Ugh." Wei Chi couldn't help but feel like vomiting blood, quickly retreating several steps. At the same time, the axe heavily smashed against the glass several times, a crashing sound, that person quickly lifted the curtains and jumped into the room, one foot stepping on the glass debris, "Damn it, let go of Wei Chi!"

  He sat on the bed in a daze, sniffled, and stared at the familiar person in front of him. The person also stared back at him in a daze, still holding an axe in his hand.

  With a loud thud, the hammer fell to the ground. He hastily picked it up and rubbed his nose in embarrassment: "Why are you alone?" He had thought there would be several troublesome people grabbing him, so he had planned to use the hammer to deal with them early on, but the actual situation was not quite what he had expected.

  Wei Chi didn't respond, apparently still in shock.

  Liang Chen glanced at him lightly, but found that his eyes were red and there were clear tear marks on his face. Suddenly, she was taken aback: "You... why are you crying?"

  "Ah... actually, I came to rescue you for the sake of Cat Niu. You don't have to be so tearfully grateful, really, no need to be too thankful." Liang Chen coughed heavily several times, put away the axe, and threw out a rope. "Let's go."

  "Have you caught a cold?" Yu Wei finally accepted the situation in front of him, picked up the rope, tied it around his body, and asked with concern.

  "It seems to be a bit better." Liang Chen said, looking at Wei Chi's eyes also became somewhat complicated. At this tense moment, he was still worried that he might have caught a cold, there must be something wrong.