Joy of Life: Starting by clinging to the eldest princess's coattails!

Chapter 77 The Attack on Fan Jian's Family

Chen Pingping didn't have to wait long before the people from the Supervisory Council arrived.

Zhu Ge from the First Division, Yan Ruohai from the Fourth Division, Yingzi from the Sixth Division, and a large group of Surveillance Bureau personnel dressed in black quickly surrounded the gate of the Fan residence.

"Dean!" Zhu Ge rushed forward, his face filled with shock. "What happened?"

He looked towards the backyard of the Fan residence.

Several sections of the courtyard wall collapsed, the artificial hill was shattered, and the flowers and plants were uprooted, leaving a scene of utter devastation.

This is the Fan family residence!

Although Fan Jian has not yet officially inherited the title, everyone knows that he is the future Earl of Sinan and enjoys the Emperor's deep trust.

Who dares to cause such a commotion at the Fan residence?

Yan Ruohai also frowned, his hand on the hilt of his knife, and he warily scanned his surroundings.

The shadow, however, did not look into the backyard.

He listened intently to the faint clanging of metal coming from afar.

The sound had moved further away from the west side of the Fan residence, but some echoes could still be heard.

"Dean," the shadowy figure turned to Chen Pingping, his eyes burning with fervor, "is it one of the Five Great Masters?"

He had wanted to fight Wu Zhu for a long time.

Chen Pingping was about to speak...

"boom!!"

A loud bang suddenly came from afar!

The direction is... Niulan Street!

Chen Pingping's expression changed drastically: "Something's wrong! Fan Jian and the others are in trouble!"

He whirled around and barked in the direction of the voice, "Quick! Go to Niulan Street right now! Protect Fan Jian's family, especially the children!"

"Yes!" the members of the Overwatch Council responded in unison.

Zhu Ge led a group of people and immediately ran towards Niulan Street.

Yan Ruohai pushed Chen Pingping's wheelchair and followed closely behind.

The shadow rushed the fastest, disappearing at the end of the street in a few leaps.

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A dark spot near Niulan Street.

Wu Feng crouched in the shadow of a rooftop, squinting as he watched the chaotic battle below.

He chased after Emperor Qing and Hong Sixiang, and just as he found a hiding place, the attack occurred.

Three were of the ninth rank, several were of the eighth and seventh rank, and a few were of the sixth rank. All of them were masked, and they were ruthless and had clear targets.

Those are the two babies.

Although their faces were covered, Wu Feng was certain that two of the three ninth-rank officials were definitely the people who had just come out of Chang Le Palace with Emperor Qing.

But who is the other ninth-rank official?

At this time, Niulan Street was in complete chaos.

Emperor Qing and Hong Sixiang were also present; Hong Sixiang was engaged in a fierce battle with a ninth-rank official.

Meanwhile, Emperor Qing, who had "lost all his martial arts skills," was on the other side of the alley, surrounded by soldiers from the Kyoto Garrison who had rushed to the scene.

But Niulan Street is too narrow.

The large force simply couldn't operate freely.

The garrison soldiers couldn't break in anytime soon.

More than half of Fan Jian's family's guards were killed or injured, and more than a dozen corpses lay scattered on the ground.

Liu Ruyu collapsed in a corner, still tightly holding a crying baby in her arms.

Fan Jian's wife, Zhou, huddled beside Liu Ruyu, her face pale, her hands tightly protecting another swaddled baby in her arms.

Fan Jian, covered in blood, fought desperately alongside the remaining dozen or so guards to block their way.

But the opponent is far too strong.

A guard was slashed in the shoulder with a knife and fell down screaming.

Another guard was kicked away, crashing into the wall and never getting up again.

Fan Jian's eyes turned red, and he swung the knife wildly, but he couldn't stop it at all.

"Master!" Zhou cried out.

Wu Feng frowned slightly in the shadows.

Fan Jian's poor eldest son... is he going to die today?

Thinking of this, Wu Feng had a sudden thought.

"System," he muttered to himself, "consume 10,000 emotion points to conduct ten advanced lottery draws."

"I hope you're sensible and can produce something useful."

【Ding~】

[10000 emotion points deducted, lottery in progress...]

A pale blue panel appeared before my eyes, shimmering with light.

A few moments later, the lottery results popped up:

Eight Advanced True Qi Pills, one Fetal Protection Pill, and one Substitute Puppet (Infant)

Wu Feng skipped over the descriptions of the True Qi Pill and looked at the descriptions of the other two items.

【Fetal Protection Elixir】: It can protect the fetus and the mother, and has a certain effect on improving the fetus's physical constitution.

【Substitute Puppet (Infant)】: Formed by extracting five years of lifespan from the replaced infant, it appears no different from a real infant.

Extraction lifespan?

Wu Feng's lips twitched.

This thing is a bit weird...

But then I thought, if I don't save him, the child won't even make it through today.

Trading five years of life for one life, no matter how you look at it, that child is the one who gains.

He looked at Niulan Street again.

In just a short while, Fan Jian was left with only four guards, and all of them were injured.

Fan Jian stood in front of Zhou Shi, who was holding two children tightly in her arms, her own and Ye Qingmei's.

The three ninth-rank soldiers were also injured, but their attacks remained fierce.

Sudden……

"Bang!"

Fan Jian was kicked in the chest by a ninth-rank official, sending him flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Master!" Zhou screamed.

The ninth-rank official flashed and instantly rushed in front of Zhou Shi, reaching out to snatch the two swaddled babies from her arms!

"My child!" Zhou cried out and rushed forward, but was pushed away by another masked man.

The three ninth-rank officials exchanged a glance.

The baby is here!

They stopped fighting, quickly escaped, climbed over the wall, and fled into other corners of the street.

At this time.

The shadow finally arrived.

He saw the baby in the other person's arms, his eyes turned cold, and he chased after them like lightning.

Fan Jian struggled to his feet, blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth: "Chase them! Chase them!"

The Kyoto Garrison also poured in from the alley entrance, but the three ninth-rank soldiers were too fast and had already turned the corner.

Upon seeing this, Hong Sixiang turned around and returned to Emperor Qing's side.

"Hong Sixiang!" Emperor Qing shouted urgently from the other end of the alley, "Why are you back! Hurry and chase after them! You must save the child!"

His voice was hoarse and weak, and his urgency seemed genuine.

Hong Sixiang gritted his teeth: "This old servant obeys!"

He turned around and chased after the three ninth-rank officials who had fled.

At this time, the other members of the Overwatch Council also arrived.

Seeing the horrific scene, Zhu Ge's face turned ashen: "Dean!"

"Chase after them!" Chen Pingping, sitting in her wheelchair, said coldly, "No matter what, you must save the child!"

"yes!"

The members of the Overwatch Council immediately split up and gave chase.

Niulan Street gradually quieted down, leaving only the groans of the injured and Zhou's suppressed sobs.

In the shadows, Wu Feng no longer hesitated.

"System," he commanded in his mind, "use the substitute puppet to switch Fan Jian's eldest son."

【Ding~】

[In progress...]

The next second, Wu Feng felt a weight in his arms.

An infant, still covered in blood, appeared in his arms.

The baby's little mouth twitched, and it looked like he was about to cry...

Wu Feng immediately covered his mouth, and at the same time used the Flying Smoke Technique, his figure like a wisp of smoke, silently passing over the eaves and quickly moving away from Niulan Street.

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Less than ten breaths after Wu Feng left.

A dark shadow swept in from afar and landed at the entrance of Niulan Street.

It is Wu Zhu.

His black robe was even more torn, and the black steel shovel in his hand gleamed with a dim light in the firelight.

He didn't stop and chased after the three ninth-rank officials who had fled.

Soon, Wu Zhu caught up with them.

Three low-ranking officials were hurrying along a secluded back alley. Two of them were carrying an infant, while the third brought up the rear.

Their expressions changed when they saw Wu Zhu chasing after them.

Their mission is to bring the two children back. If they can't bring them back alive, they'll be killed. They absolutely cannot let them live!

A red light flashed in Wu Zhu's eyes.

Scan complete.

He moved instantly.

The figure moved so fast it seemed to vanish into thin air, and when it reappeared, it was already in front of one of the ninth-rank officials who was holding a baby.

A jet-black steel spike pierced through!

"puff!"

The steel spike pierced directly through the forehead of the ninth-rank official.

He didn't even have time to react; his eyes widened, his body stiffened, and then he collapsed limply.

Wu Zhu reached out and caught the baby that fell from the man's arms.

The baby in the swaddling clothes seemed to be startled and made a soft humming sound.

Wu Zhu glanced down to make sure the child was alright, then moved again, carrying the baby and quickly disappearing into the depths of the alley.

The remaining two ninth-rank officials were stunned.

By the time they realized what was happening, Wu Zhu had already disappeared.

The ninth-rank soldier who was covering the rear looked at the baby in his companion's arms, gritted his teeth, and reached out to grab the baby by the neck.

"Click."

A faint cracking sound echoed in the quiet alley.

At this moment, Shadow caught up, followed by Hong Sixiang.

The remaining two ninth-rank officials exchanged a glance, then turned and fled in another direction.