Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 270 - 171 Kidnapping_2

Chapter 270: 171 Kidnapping_2

After reading, Fang Zhixing’s face was full of distaste, and his eyes were heavy with resentment, "Another overtime, damn it."

"Haha, alive or dead, still a wage earner!"

Seeing this, Xigou could not stop laughing, rolling on the floor in delight, mocking proudly, "You’ve been a drudge in both your lives! I’ve lived twice as well and never worked, yet I live comfortably with ample food and clothing."

Fang Zhixing pursed his lips, ignoring Xigou’s mocking and hot retorts, and inquired of Hongye, "What’s the situation with this Yan Family Distillery?"

Hongye replied, "The Yan Family Distillery makes an exceptional wine that is quite well-known. Not only is the wine clear and translucent, aromatic, elegant, and comforting, but it’s also smooth, rich on the palate, leaving a lasting sweet finish.

In short, because of the particularly fine wines they produce, they have become one of the Court’s suppliers of royal tribute wines."

Royal tribute wine!!

Fang Zhixing realized the significance and mused, "That means, this Yan Family Distillery might also be connected to the official from the Judicial Review.

Hongye was uncertain and replied, "Honestly, I can’t understand why a mere distillery would become our target."

Fang Zhixing was silent for a moment before asking, "And this Yan Hongtao, the distillery must be large, especially during night operations, it’s easy to catch the wrong person."

Hongye replied, "I’ve heard that this Yan Hongtao is also an extraordinary woman, born with a natural, pleasant body fragrance."

Fang Zhixing uttered an "oh," pondered for a moment, and sighed, "This is a kidnapping mission, it may be quite difficult. Go call the Wei Family brothers to accompany me."

"Yes."

Hongye acknowledged.

In no time, the five of them were ready to go.

By now, the sky was almost dark.

"Let’s go!"

Without further hesitation, Fang Zhixing, with Xigou and the four Wei brothers, stealthily left Yixiang House and exited the city through the South Gate.

They rode hard, non-stop, speeding over a hundred and seventy miles.

Fang Zhixing passed through a forest and was suddenly met with a strong smell of fermentation.

After several more miles, at the end of the road, a particularly large manor appeared.

The front was spacious, with high walls and deep courtyards.

A stele over ten meters tall stood at the entrance, engraved with the golden characters "Yan Family Distillery, Palace Tribute Wine."

In the darkness, the Yan Family Distillery was very quiet; the people inside seemed to have gone to sleep.

Fang Zhixing dismounted, tied his horse to a tree by the roadside.

"Xigou, stay outside and keep watch."

Fang Zhixing instructed.

"Alright."

Xigou had no objections, as staying outside to keep watch was the least dangerous option, and he was naturally willing to comply.

Fang Zhixing immediately beckoned and, alongside the Wei brothers, scaled the high wall and infiltrated the manor.

Within the expansive courtyard, they saw a vast number of wine jars.

The air was thick with the smell of wine, so heavy it felt like a few deep breaths would get one drunk.

They groped their way in the dark.

Suddenly, around the corner of the corridor, light from a lantern approached.

Fang Zhixing and his companions immediately hid in the shadows, and soon they saw a woman carrying a lantern passing by.

The woman, holding the lantern in her left hand and a tray in her right, yawned as she walked, visibly sleepy.

Fang Zhixing quickly gestured several hand signs to the Wei brothers.

They nodded in understanding.

Then, Wei Zhihuo suddenly dashed out, positioned himself behind the woman, and covered her mouth.

Wei Zhifeng leaped in front of her, grabbed her legs with both hands, and lifted her up.

Wei Zhishan caught the falling lantern and blew it out.

Wei Zhilin grabbed the tray from the woman’s hand.

The brothers cooperated seamlessly, making no sound.

They dragged the woman into a corner, removed her belt, and tied her up tightly.

Fang Zhixing whispered, "Sister, we’re here to steal, not to harm. As long as you honestly answer my questions, we won’t hurt you. Blink if you understand."

The woman blinked her eyes in terror.

Fang Zhixing inquired, "Where does the manor owner live?"

The woman raised her hand and pointed toward the back courtyard, pausing at a tower building.

Fang Zhixing continued, "And where does Miss Yan Hongtao stay?"

The woman moved her finger further back.

Fang Zhixing nodded, then knocked the woman unconscious.

The five men quickly advanced towards the back courtyard.

The closer Fang Zhixing moved towards the manor, the more surprised he was to find not a single Protector patrolling.

Thus, they made their way unobstructed into the back courtyard, arriving underneath a two-story tower.

Fang Zhixing surveyed the tower, walked forward, and tried to push the door.

As expected, the door was locked from the inside.

This meant there had to be someone inside the building.

The woman just now likely hadn’t lied.

Wei Zhihuo pointed with his toes and leaped onto the second-floor corridor, gently pushing the window.

Squeak~

The window unexpectedly opened!

The sound of the wind was loud, but it covered up the slight noise made by the window opening.

Seeing this, Fang Zhixing leaped up and landed by the window.

In an instant, a special gentle fragrance wafted out from inside the room, causing an inexplicable sense of pleasure upon smelling it.

Wei Zhihuo slowly pushed open the window, about to jump in, but Fang Zhixing stopped him with a gesture.

Fang Zhixing signaled for the four brothers to keep watch outside and climbed through the window himself.

The room was pitch-black, and one couldn’t see their own fingers.

Fang Zhixing felt no panic, and immediately activated his Red Blood Pupil, scanning the room only to see a burning flame.

It was a person, lying down, with a strong Qi-Blood aura emanating from their body.

"Holy moly, this Qi-Blood is immense, at least a master of the Two Beasts Realm!!"

Fang Zhixing was speechless, his vision piercing through the light of the Qi-Blood, gradually making out the contours of the person.

Without a doubt, it was the body of a woman, with exquisite curves and a figure that was extremely fine; she was of the voluptuously tempting kind.

The Qi-Blood light permeated around the large bed covered with canopy curtains.

Not far away was a dressing table, laid out with various kinds of precious gold and silver jewelry.

Given the size of the room and the luxuriousness of its decoration, this place couldn’t possibly be a servant’s room.

In other words, the woman on the bed was very likely Yan Hongtao, the young lady of the Yan Family Wine Estate.

Fang Zhixing moved his whole body with suppleness, stepping soundlessly, even held his breath, and slowly walked towards the big bed.

Suddenly, Fang Zhixing blinked, and after a long look, realized that the woman on the bed was not covered with a blanket.

Upon closer inspection, good heavens!

She was not only without a blanket; she was also naked.

"Good heavens, sleeping naked, quite the personality..."

Fang Zhixing was speechless and took out a paper packet from his bosom, spread it open, and then blew gently.

The paper packet contained fine powder, which scattered towards the big bed as he blew on it.

Fang Zhixing’s breath was long and steady, blowing continuously for a full three minutes.

All the powder from the paper packet had been blown over and spread out, enveloping the big bed.

After a moment, the woman on the bed slowly turned over, making an indescribable whimpering sound.

"The powder has taken effect..."

Fang Zhixing crouched down on the ground, waited a moment, and then approached.

In the darkness, he reached out to the woman’s arm and pinched it gently.

The woman showed no reaction, but her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Seeing this, Fang Zhixing was completely relieved; he carefully sniffed the woman’s body.

As expected!

There was a very peculiar fragrance on the woman’s body, indescribable, yet not any known scent of makeup or powder.

"I hope I haven’t got the wrong person."

Fang Zhixing sighed inwardly, then grabbed the bedsheet, wrapped the woman up in it round and round, hoisted her on his shoulder, and climbed back through the window.

The Wei Family’s four brothers saw this and landed on the ground first.

"Eh, from where do these lecherous thieves come?"

Out of nowhere!

A husky and boisterous voice suddenly sounded.

Fang Zhixing’s heart skipped a beat, while the Wei Family brothers’ faces turned pale, quickly scanning the surroundings.

"What are you looking at, this old man is right here!"

A shadow suddenly moved, and an old monk with a bald head clad in a patchwork robe, his head shining brightly, wearing a string of Buddha Beads around his neck, holding a wine gourd, stepped out.

A monk?!

Fang Zhixing’s eyes narrowed slightly, about to speak.

"Big brother, you go first."

Wei Zhifeng’s face darkened, and he let down his Nine-section Whip with a clatter.

Clearly, he intended to cover Fang Zhixing’s retreat.

The second, third, and fourth brother also spread out, surrounding the bald monk.

Fang Zhixing nodded, said nothing, and with full force, sprinted out with a whoosh.

"Well, you’ve got some skill..."

The bald monk sipped his wine nonchalantly, glanced at Fang Zhixing, and then said to the Wei brothers, "You kids are unlucky tonight, happening upon this meddlesome wine and meat monk. But don’t worry, monks don’t take lives."