Chapter 69: Chapter 64: An Assassination Operation by a Fly (Part 2)
"Our Immortal Technique Committee now has four buildings, each dozens of stories high.
"Even if soone gets in, they won’t find where Zhang Yuan is."
...
The third senior brother curled up inside the body of a fly, not daring to fly, only crawling along the ground with his feet.
Thud!
It was a giant foot, almost squashing him, but he dodged it in advance.
Looking at the giants coming and going overhead, he felt fearful, but his mind remained calm.
He lay at the entrance of a restaurant, on the black cent ground, using the dark color for cover. He wouldn’t go onto the white tiled floor ahead.
Unfamiliar with the terrain of the Immortal Technique Committee, he didn’t know which building Zhang Yuan was in, or which room...but he wasn’t looking either.
He just quietly waited at the restaurant entrance, his fly eyes fixedly staring at the people going in and out.
As a fugitive, he had faced death nurous tis; he lacked no courage.
As a fugitive, he had dealt with complex matters many tis; he lacked no wits.
How exactly to find Zhang Yuan?
He already had an idea!
...
The afternoon passed.
The sun hid behind the towering buildings, dusk gradually settled, and the cool breeze bent the roadside grass.
The third senior brother patiently squatted by the restaurant entrance, seeing one Immortal Technique Committee mber after another, so hurried, so chatting and laughing, entering to eat.
Squatting on the ground, he saw many won Committee mbers and secretaries in skirts...if it were any other ti, his mouth would have curled into a grin, but now that his soul was residing in the body of a fly, he felt nothing. Only the sensitive fly nose could sll the stinky feet coming and going...seriously, these Committee mbers wore such dignified appearances, yet their soles slled just as bad!
...
Ti ticked by, the sky grew darker, fewer people entered the restaurant, and more left.
The third senior brother squatted at the entrance, hiding under the grass leaves, growing more anxious.
Could he have calculated wrong?
At that mont, he felt a slight vibration on the ground and heard a "rattle" sound; it was a stainless steel food cart being pushed out from the restaurant!
The third senior brother’s fly eyes lit up with excitent, now was the ti!
As the cart passed, he jumped up suddenly, landing his fly body on the bottom beam of the stainless steel cart.
"Soone like Zhang Yuan, under heavy protection, wouldn’t eat in a crowded restaurant, right?
"If he doesn’t co to eat, then the food must be delivered to him.
"Follow the food cart, and I’ll find him!"
It was possible that this cart wasn’t delivering food to Zhang Yuan. But the third senior brother didn’t care about such details, opportunities were rare, and when they arose, one had to seize them boldly to try!
...
The stainless steel cart, carrying lunch boxes and a stowaway fly, went to Building A of the Committee, amid the "rattle" of wheels, it was pushed into an elevator, rising to the seventeenth floor, and then pushed out, moving along the corridor, turning a corner, reaching an office suite in the center of the floor.
The young chubby man pushing the stainless steel cart gently knocked on the door.
"al delivery, may I co in?"
At that mont, the third senior brother, crouched on the bottom beam of the stainless steel cart, suddenly felt sothing amiss!
He slipped off the smooth stainless beam, quietly moving his steps, hiding in the corner of the wall.
The door to the office opened, the cart went in, and with a "bang," the door closed, the corridor returned to silence.
He didn’t know that inside the office, Gu Lin imdiately took out a small Bronze Mirror, scanning up and down.
...
In the office, Bai Mo and others got their lunch boxes and started eating.
In the innermost room, Zhang Yuan got his lunch box and began to eat.
As for the premium bodyguard White Ears, he was given two boxes as usual!
Hugging the two heavy lunch boxes, he wanted to grin but maintained his stern deanor to keep his cool bodyguard image.
After the al delivery man left and the door closed again, he imdiately opened a box, revealing tonight’s dishes: spicy fried eggs, scallion beef stir-fry, braised beef, and a portion of sweet and sour crispy fish.
White Ears frowned.
He didn’t like spicy food.
Still, he picked out the eggs and stuffed them into his mouth.
Then mixed the scallion beef stir-fry, braised beef with rice, shoveling it into his mouth with a spoon in a frenzy.
Soon enough, one box was left with only the chilies.
Half-full with one box, just right with two, he happily opened the second box.
...
In the corridor.
The "rattle" of the wheels echoed as the stainless steel cart left.
The fly hosting the third senior brother’s soul still hid in the wall corner, motionless.
Was Zhang Yuan inside this office?
Possible, but uncertain.
Should he go in to check?
He didn’t want to...his intuition told him if he went in, he’d likely die!
But if he didn’t go in, how would he kill Zhang Yuan?
He was torn.
Scanning the surroundings with his fly eyes, he suddenly spotted a restroom sign at the end of the corridor?
Would Zhang Yuan go to the restroom?
He didn’t know, but it was an opportunity!
The white tiles in the corridor made him feel endangered...after all, he had a black body.
He got up, crawling step by step following the corner of the wall, towards the restroom.
...
Ti passed slowly.
In the office, Fang Xiaoyu yawned.
Checking the phone, "It’s half-past nine, ti to sleep."
The Committee prepared foldable camp beds and blankets for the experts.
Everyone got started, setting up the camp beds.
Bai Mo chose the bed at the very end, sat on it. Although foldable, the camp bed was surprisingly solid, sitting on it neither wobbled nor shook. The thick, soft pad was of excellent quality! The Committee-provided blanket was soft and smooth.
"Not bad at all."
Everyone lay on their camp beds, each covering themselves with a blanket.
"Haha, doesn’t this feel like going back to being a dorm student?"
"A little, yeah."
"You secretaries just sleep well, and have no worries. We from the world of Immortal Cultivation will only ditate and safeguard our consciousness, naturally alert to danger."
Fang Xiaoyu lay on the bed next to Bai Mo, turned to face him.
"Well, I’m going to sleep, good night."
Bai Mo nodded, found a comfortable position on the camp bed, covered himself with a blanket, and began to ditate and preserve his consciousness.
...
In the innermost office, Zhang Yuan also lay on his camp bed, under a blanket, using a lazy rack to set his phone and keep the livestream open.
"Old Tie fans, I’m going to sleep."
[Sleep tight]
[Good night]
[You really have a tough schedule every day]
Zhang Yuan looked at his two bodyguards.
The cricket on the desk, asleep perhaps.
The Fox Immortal Beast on the chair beside, hugging its big tail, was already sleeping soundly, its body rising and falling with its breathing.
"Does the Immortal Beast need sleep too?"
He was slightly confused...but was unaware that the Immortal Beast had a Spiritual Sense capable of alerting to danger even in sleep.
...
This office building’s restroom seed rarely used, with diligent cleaning, it remained very clean, even emanating a strong disinfectant sll.
Which the third senior brother disliked!
He preferred a dirtier, traditional restroom...considering he was presently in a fly’s body, possessing so fly characteristics.
"Will that damn thing co to the restroom?"
He hid in the wall corner behind the n’s restroom door, constantly on alert.
...
The restroom lights stayed on, the window outside pitch-black. In the long night, ti ticked by steadily.
The restroom remained quiet, occasionally the sound of flushing from the pipes, probably soone working overti upstairs or downstairs.
The third senior brother waited quietly, unsure of how much ti had passed.
Suddenly...
Squeak——
The restroom door was pushed open.
A drowsy, staggering figure entered, reaching for the waistband.
The fly eyes of the third senior brother eyed the man’s profile, spotting the chubby face with pimples, the bald head reflecting the restroom light...it was Zhang Yuan!
Finally!
The third senior brother laughed wildly inside!
A painstaking person, Heaven will not disappoint!
The fly wings buzzed, emitting a "buzz" sound of explosion!
The fly body darted, tracing a black curve, and shot straight up, fiercely going for Zhang Yuan’s nostril!
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