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Chapter 1685: Assassination
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Chapter 1685: Chapter 1685: Assassination

As Fengye Wuyin’s hand slightly raised, seemingly reaching for the sheet music, it abruptly reversed direction like lightning halfway through the air.

No one anticipated this shocking change; it was so sudden, like a thunderbolt out of a clear sky, catching everyone off guard, leaving no time to react.

Even if there was a chance to react, it was too far. Yiyi and the others were on the stage, and the guests were at least several meters away from them. However, the distance between the Councilman’s wife and the sharp glass clamped between Fengye Wuyin’s fingers was only a terrifying few inches, unavoidable!

The guests below were instantly stunned, their faces turning ashen, and screams erupted.

Who could have thought that at such a high-security level banquet, surrounded by top bodyguards, someone would dare to openly attempt to assassinate the Councilman’s wife in public.

Yalan Country’s people were even more bloodless, their minds blank, their limbs completely weakened; if a figure as important as the Councilman’s wife died here, the Aus Empire’s grand Councilman would probably want to wash Yalan in blood.

"Mom—" As Ji Lingkong noticed the change in Fengye Wuyin’s hand direction, he shot out like an arrow, quickly drawing his gun.

But even if his speed was like the wind, he was still a few seconds too late.

And those brief few seconds were enough for the Councilman’s wife to die ten times over.

Fengye Wuyin’s hand had already struck toward the Councilman’s wife’s throat; the sharp fragment, in the next second, would ruthlessly sever the Councilman’s wife’s throat.

Ji Lingkong’s handsome face turned deathly pale, his pupils contracted, breathless.

Just as the sharp tool in Fengye Wuyin’s hand was about to press against the Councilman’s wife’s throat, a piercing sharp light suddenly shot into his eyes, blinding the nerves in his eyes for an instant.

This unexpected change was also unforeseen by Fengye Wuyin; subconsciously, the action of his hand slowed compared to its normal speed.

And taking advantage of this moment of his delay, Jun Yiyi forcefully knocked the completely unresponsive Councilman’s wife to the ground, crashing the chair with a loud bang.

Despite being dazzled in one eye by the light, Fengye Wuyin’s other eye was normal, catching sight of Jun Yiyi knocking down the Councilman’s wife, saving her from his assassination, with an expression of shock, anger, and disbelief.

His heart was astounded and furious beyond belief.

He couldn’t fathom how his meticulously planned operation, so close to success, was ultimately thwarted by someone he hadn’t accounted for.

There was no longer a chance to make a move again.

In assassination, speed, precision, and ruthlessness are essential, but he had missed a once-in-a-lifetime second opportunity, and now the timing was lost to him.

Moreover, Ji Lingkong, with a face full of cold, murderous intent, aimed his gun at him.

Fengye Wuyin swiftly rolled under the piano, evading the gunfire; in an instant, his mind had made a lightning-fast decision: Retreat!

Having already failed, he couldn’t allow himself to be captured.

Otherwise, without igniting hatred between the Aus Empire and Yalan Country, he would instead provide Aus Empire with evidence of Eagle Country’s assassination, potentially leading to endless troubles!

At this moment, the outside backup plan was also activated; the banquet lights instantly went out, plunging everything into darkness and chaos, leaving only the dim flames of a few decorative candelabras.

And the guests at the banquet, screaming, scattered in all directions amidst the chaos, providing Fengye Wuyin the perfect opportunity to escape.

He rushed like the wind to the side door behind the stage, but suddenly turned back, his eyes sharp as a knife aimed at Jun Yiyi, who was holding the Councilman’s wife and lying beside the piano, a towering anger in his heart, his gaze penetrating with an icy gleam colder than millennium-old ice.

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