The Beautiful CEO's Super Soldier King-Chapter 526: Ambush from All Sides

"Hummm..."

A tremor sounded. Fu Miaohan played the ancient zither, emitting a series of sounds like flowing water, instantly refreshing and calming the agitated heart.

Even Ye Chenfeng, accustomed to overindulgence, flashed a look of astonishment. Fu Miaohan indeed possessed real ability.

For those now pursuing a high-status lifestyle, Fu Miaohan indeed had a great attraction.

Immediately, Uncle Kun’s erhu started to pull, its sound not harsh in the slightest but rather melding with the zither’s tones as if they were heavenly music.

Using modern terms, this kind of sound could make one’s ears "pregnant."

At the beginning, the rhythm was slow, like a spring breeze and a silent drizzle, miraculously drawing people into the melody, immersing them, unable to extricate themselves.

"High mountains and flowing water!" Li Tianfeng remarked.

Li Qiuming looked at Li Tianfeng with considerable admiration.

Everyone present, except for the downcast Ye Chenfeng, appeared intoxicated.

"Excellent!" Li Qiuming also nodded repeatedly.

Zhou Biman chimed in, "Just with this zither skill alone, securing the top spot at a prestigious night banquet is truly well-deserved."

Fu Miaohan was no longer just playing the zither; she also danced gracefully with the melody, her dance steps unparalleled, cradling the zither, playing, and dancing movements seamlessly intertwined.

The sound of the zither was enchanting, and her dance movements even more so.

Before long, Fu Miaohan had appeared below the stage, just five meters away from Li Qiuming—a detail unnoticed by everyone, as they were all immersed in the melody.

Ye Chenfeng was an exception, and furthermore, he took out his phone and sent a text to Guo Feng.

Two minutes later, Guo Feng replied with a message.

Upon looking at his screen, Ye Chenfeng immediately showed an expression of clear understanding, and then he sharply glanced at Fu Miaohan and the blind Uncle Kun in the center.

Fu Miaohan’s skillful hands on the zither sped up, and so did her dance steps. The blind Uncle Kun also paced frantically, matching Fu Miaohan’s speed.

The rhythm of the music quickened, and the style suddenly became somber and chilling, making everyone momentarily feel like they had fallen into an ice cellar, their bodies turning cold, with the spine-chilling sensation of being targeted by a poison snake, and the feeling that arrows from all directions could pierce through them at any moment.

Irons and horses, a tiger swallowing thousands of miles, enemies surrounding from all sides, a critical moment.

At that moment, Fu Miaohan was less than three meters away from Li Qiuming!

"Ambush from Ten Sides!" Li Qiuming suddenly exclaimed.

His entire body seemed locked in place, heavy as lead, unable to move.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound, the zither string suddenly snapped.

Yet the broken zither string straightened, shooting toward Li Qiuming like a sharp sword.

An abrupt twist, the unexpected scene caught everyone off guard.

Stunned, Li Tianyuan was stunned. Li Tianfeng was stunned. Everyone was stunned.

"It’s an assassin!" Zhou Biman quickly realized, but it was already too late to save Li Qiuming.

Because a glint of cold light massively magnified before their eyes, a sign of the zither string’s approach, full of intense force, destined to draw blood, to penetrate Li Qiuming.

Given only a distance of three meters, and the suddenness of the event, it was impossible to avoid.

With such deadly intent upon him, Li Qiuming, however, remained cold and indifferent, showing no sign of concern.

"Bang!"

A loud noise, unknown when, Li Qiuming’s personal guard had already reached in front of him.

In less than a second, he had already appeared in front of Li Qiuming, demonstrating his terrifying skill.

"Crack!"

The guitar strings shot at him without deviation, but the next second, they broke inch by inch.

"Uncle Kun, kill!"

Li Miaohan gave a light shout, removing two strings from the guzheng to use as swords, rushing toward Li Qiuming’s personal guard.

Upon hearing Li Miaohan’s order, Blind Uncle Kun suddenly sprang into action. Despite being blind, he knew the terrain like the back of his hand, and in the blink of an eye, he was already moving toward Li Qiuming’s personal guard.

"Ahsan, kill them!" Li Qiuming said coldly.

"Seeking death!"

The man Li Qiuming called Ahsan had coldness in his eyes and a cruel, bloodthirsty curve formed at the corner of his mouth. He suddenly exploded with a kick, like a full-speed tank, hitting the charging Fu Miaohan and Uncle Kun, immediately knocking them away.

"Am I the only one questioning why he is called Ahsan? He doesn’t even look Indian," Ye Chenfeng said with a smile to the nearby Jundie, who dared not make a sound like a cicada in winter.

Fu Miaohan and Uncle Kun exchanged a glance, then with incredible speed, they attacked Ahsan from both sides.

Ahsan was very strong, but his speed did not match his strength. He blocked Uncle Kun’s attack, but Fu Miaohan’s lethal move was not dodged, as two strings, sharp as swords, stabbed toward Ahsan.

But the next moment, Fu Miaohan was stunned because the strings could no longer pierce through, as if they hit a solid rock, unable to advance any further.

"Iron Cloth Shirt is quite interesting! Music to my ears!" Ye Chenfeng’s lips curved into a smile.

"Someone capture these two assassins for me!" Li Tianfeng bellowed, coming to his senses.

Suddenly, numerous black-clothed men with swords erupted from around, but they were shouting, "Kill Li Qiuming, that old fox!"

"What?"

Seeing this, Li Tianfeng was dumbfounded.

"Uncle Kun, hold him off! I’ll go kill Li Qiuming!" A cold glint flashed in Fu Miaohan’s eyes.

Blind Uncle Kun’s demeanor suddenly changed as he skillfully played the erhu, the melody of a deadly ambush once again assailing Ahsan’s heart.

"Break!"

Ahsan roared, his fist, heavy and charged with Qi Force, smashed into Uncle Kun’s erhu.

With a crack, the erhu shattered.

"Buzz!"

However, Uncle Kun drew a long saber from inside it, suddenly sweeping it toward Ahsan’s eyes.

Ahsan had not anticipated the hidden weapon inside the erhu. Although the blade was imminent and Ahsan’s Qigong was invincible with the protection of the Iron Cloth Shirt, his eyes were vulnerable.

While protecting his eyes, Ahsan was hit by a kick from Uncle Kun, instantly forced back, distancing him slightly from Li Qiuming.

Taking advantage of this moment, Fu Miaohan struck with her two "swords" at Li Qiuming.

Li Qiuming did not panic at all, instead, he leisurely used the bird’s nest as if everything happening around him was irrelevant.

"Kill!"

Just as she was about to pierce through Li Qiuming, a victorious smile appeared on Fu Miaohan’s lips.

But just when success was within reach, a powerful killing intent surged forward, and Fu Miaohan’s body suddenly froze, unable to move at all.

"Bang!"

Her body endured a blow as if hit by a car accident, flying backward like a kite with its string cut, a streak of blood trailing in the air.

"That’s right!"

Ye Chenfeng’s face lit up, having a sudden epiphany.

It turned out there was another Ahsan beside Li Qiuming, no, to be exact, someone who looked exactly like Ahsan.