Chapter 212 The Lofty Heights

Xue Fei shuddered violently, dropping his phone to the ground. At the same time, his earpiece crackled with the shouts of the gunmen: "Grenades! ... There's a sniper! Young Master, get out of here first!"

Hearing his bodyguard's command to leave, Xue Fei's previously vengeful gaze turned vacant, quickly replaced by terror.

Grenades? A sniper? Is this a game of CS?

The gunmen he trained were meant to ensure obedience, primarily using handguns. Since his father, despite his high position, had rarely engaged in direct combat, the only assault rifle available was brought by the battle-hardened special forces operative.

Training without actual combat is no different from armchair strategizing. The gunmen they faced were seasoned veterans, rising from piles of corpses.

"Young Master!" The driver, seeing Xue Fei's panic, gritted his teeth and, not waiting for further instructions, started the car and attempted to flee.

However, as soon as the engine roared to life, the hidden sniper opened fire on the vehicle!

Seeing the car's bulletproof windows, Xiao Qing quickly shot out the tires and then, with deliberate precision, targeted the car's glass, methodically shooting at the same spot.

The bullets colliding with the car's windows drove the driver to panic, his fear eclipsing any thought of driving or protecting the young master. He opened the car door in a frenzied attempt to escape.

With a monthly salary of five thousand, who gives a d*mn about their life?

As he tried to roll out of the car and seek cover against a wall, he underestimated his own speed and was promptly shot in the head by the quick-reacting Xiao Qing.

Without blinking, Xiao Qing continued shooting at the rear car window until the bulletproof glass shattered!

Xue Fei, terrified, crouched behind the steel car door, trembling and shouting for his bodyguard to come protect him. His behavior was akin to a bronze player stumbling into a king's match, unable to comprehend what was happening.

The current bodyguard was undoubtedly a master tactician, leading a group of iron-tier teammates. With a few grenades thrown, they were now left fighting a lone battle.

Xue Fei anticipated the skill of Chu Yuxuan and his team and had observed the ideal sniper positions, but he hadn't expected Chu Yuxuan's equipment to be so advanced. Not only were there grenades, but there was indeed a sniper. Moreover, the fat and thin gunmen engaging in combat were armed with M16s!

This was clearly a special operations team!

What kind of background does Chu Yuxuan have?

With no time for contemplation, the priority was to protect the young master.

As he retreated down the building, he encountered an absolutely top-tier assassin.

Old Fourth, who had been hiding in the shadows, deliberately let the gunmen go upstairs, forming a pincer movement with Old Third and Old Fifth to ensure no one escaped.

Operating in the dark, he executed a standard Mozambique shooting technique, eliminating the remaining foes in close combat, while moving along the wall toward the staircase, reloading as he went.

At this moment, the bodyguard noticed him. Without a word, they raised their guns and began exchanging fire.

After both expended a full magazine, they took cover, reloaded, and prepared their weapons, their movements fluid and precise.

Old Fourth had already taken note of this bodyguard and was far from negligent, and the bodyguard was no less vigilant.

Amidst the fierce exchange, they both sought to close the distance. As another magazine was spent, the bodyguard, having run out of spare magazines, managed to sneak up behind Old Fourth. He circled around the pillar Old Fourth used for cover and lunged forward with a knife aimed at Old Fourth's leg!

Old Fourth blocked with his hand and drew a curved sword from his waist. What was initially a gunfight turned into a knife fight. Although they exchanged blows vigorously, the curved sword soon found its mark on the bodyguard's neck, with Old Fourth controlling the blade to circle around his neck!

The bodyguard staggered back, clutching his bleeding neck, and gasped, "If I were ten years younger, you wouldn't be my match!"

He was unwilling to accept that his reaction skills lagged due to age, but he failed to notice that Old Fourth was fighting him one-handed with a bayonet.

The killing machine glanced at the handgun he had earlier cocked one-handed but had not bothered to use, shook his head slightly, said nothing, and turned to descend the stairs.

As he walked, he used his earpiece to inform Chu Yuxuan, "Boss, compared to Tianji Club, these guys are trash."

Xiao Qing had long ceased firing and, looking at the scattered spent cartridges, felt a pang of regret. However, upon feeling the heavy bullets in her pocket, she couldn't help but smile.

Back at Zhao's house, she had never been so well-equipped. Normally, she only used handguns to maintain her skills and couldn't afford to waste sniper rifle ammunition.

Unbeknownst to her, her good young master had ordered a sniper rifle with the longest range in the world, already out of print and extremely expensive. Just a box of specialized ammunition was now valued at two thousand dollars.

As the surroundings quieted, Xue Fei gradually recovered from his terror in the car.

Looking at his phone, which still hadn't received a call back, he realized the truth—his father was likely considered a discard by the Red Mansion.

Earlier, when Situ Jingyao had informed him that Director Wang was about to "betray," it was not to help his father but to prevent his father's blackmail from destabilizing the Red Mansion!

Reflecting on his father's three decades of trials, the steps he had climbed, and his obsession with power, Xue Fei couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Having reached such heights, he had ended up being at the mercy of others.

How high does one need to rise in life to truly be considered high?

The ordinary person can only interact with those in power at a local level, like a precinct director. Yet, for someone who seems unattainable to the public, in President Cao's eyes, they are no different from grass or stray dogs.

And President Cao, who had wobbled precariously for thirty years to reach the top of this city, was seen as no different from grass or stray dogs by those behind the scenes.