"Yu, tomorrow is your twentieth birthday. Let's get married!"
"..." Feng Wuyu didn't respond immediately. Could this really happen? Tomorrow was...
Gong Qianxuan held her tightly, knowing exactly what was troubling her.
Tomorrow, everything would be fine after tomorrow. He would kill that man.
...
On the rooftop of the Skyreach International Building, hundreds of well-trained men in black had the place completely surrounded.
Over a dozen fighter jets circled the sky, creating an impenetrable barrier where not even a fly could escape.
"Wu, don't you know how to take a hostage? Let me show you!" In an instant, Feng Wuyu turned around, her slender hand gripping the strong wrist of the man behind her, lifting it to press against the back of her neck.
Her jet-black hair cascaded down, reaching her waist, slightly disheveled.
She wore a loose white tracksuit, yet it couldn't hide her graceful figure, exuding an air of lazy elegance from within.
The tall, handsome, and cold man in black behind her stood rigid, his hand trembling slightly.
"Wu, you're surrounded. Give it up! Let Wuyu go." A gentle yet anxious voice came from across the rooftop.
The men in black parted, revealing a man in a white shirt, refined and gentle as jade, striding forward.
Who would have thought that such a mild-mannered man was actually the sharpest blade of the International Key Organization?
Wu's icy gaze swept over him. He wished he could tear this man to pieces, but...
Seeing his cold and silent demeanor, Gong Qianxuan was frantic with anxiety, yet his face betrayed no emotion.
He continued to persuade, "Wu, do you think threatening us with your girlfriend will make us let you go? Dream on."
"You've got it all wrong. I'm not Wu's girlfriend! In fact, it's you who proposed to me just yesterday, making you my fiancé! Gong Qianxuan, the top ace of the International Key Organization."
"Congratulations, you got close to me, used me, and made me fall in love with you, successfully ensnaring your prey."
Feng Wuyu's long lashes fluttered like perfect butterfly wings, her enchanting phoenix eyes deep and icy.
She stood casually, yet skillfully shielded every vital part of the person behind her, leaving the sniper no chance to strike.
Hearing this, Gong Qianxuan felt as if his heart was being torn apart. When did Wuyu find out about all this?
He explained, "Getting close to you did start with ulterior motives, but my love for you is real! Once this mission is over, I can leave the organization, marry you, and live an ordinary life."
Feng Wuyu's lips curled slightly, "Hmm! I believe you love me, so... I'll leave this matter to you!"
Receiving Feng Wuyu's command, which only the three of them could understand, Wu's deep, abyss-like eyes were filled with agonizing struggle.
As the hostage-taker, he deliberately left a flaw.
Gong Qianxuan's lips curved into a cold smile as he drew a specially customized Desert Eagle from his waist and aimed it at Wu's heart, pulling the trigger.
In the next instant, Feng Wuyu, who had been pushed aside, moved with a speed he couldn't match, placing herself in front of Wu again.
"Bang—" The bullet hit her chest with pinpoint accuracy, and blood instantly dyed the eyes of both men crimson. Gong Qianxuan's gun fell to the ground.
Feng Wuyu, shot, seemed to feel no pain as she swiftly moved in front of Gong Qianxuan.
She pulled out a sleek black pistol, pressing it firmly against Gong Qianxuan's temple, her voice icy as she commanded, "Let Wu go."
"Yu, please, don't speak. I'll get you to a doctor right away," Gong Qianxuan pleaded, his voice trembling as he looked at Feng Wuyu, who now seemed like a stranger to him.
"Let him go," Feng Wuyu repeated, her tone as cold as winter's frost.
Hearing this, a bitter taste filled Gong Qianxuan's mouth, and a metallic tang of blood seemed to rise in his throat. So, it was Wu that Yu loved. For him, she would risk her life, taking a bullet without hesitation. And what about him? What did he mean to her?
"Alright, let him go," he finally conceded, his voice heavy with resignation. At this moment, he forgot about the mission, forgot about everything, only wishing for Yu to survive.
A small gap opened in the tightly encircled perimeter, yet Wu stood motionless, his gaze locked on Feng Wuyu. It was as if he was taking one last look at her, his feet seemingly weighed down by a thousand pounds, unable to take a single step forward.
"Wu, you must live. This is an order from your boss," Feng Wuyu said, her eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions as she looked at him.
Gong Qianxuan felt as if he had been struck by lightning. "Yu, what are you saying?" he asked, bewildered.
But Feng Wuyu only laughed carelessly in his arms. "Haha! Gong Qianxuan, congratulations! Kill me, and your mission is complete."
Gong Qianxuan's face turned as pale as paper. Mission complete? The only mission he had taken on in the past three years was to assassinate the leader of the top assassin organization, WU. Wasn't its leader supposed to be the world's second most wanted assassin, Wu? Because the terrifying organization WU had threatened the interests of various nations, and even the ancient and mysterious Feng family had targeted WU.
As he held the frail and weak Feng Wuyu in his arms, a chilling realization dawned on him. Could it be...? No, it couldn't be! Gong Qianxuan vehemently rejected the absurd thought that was creeping into his mind.
"Xuan, you're not mistaken. The true leader of WU was never Wu, but me, Wuyu!" Feng Wuyu's voice was soft but clear, shattering Gong Qianxuan's world into disbelief.
With a calm that belied the gravity of the situation, Feng Wuyu produced a chocolate-like pill and placed it in her mouth. This was no ordinary pill; it was a crucial creation of their partner, the enigmatic Dr. Zuiwu, known as "Ruofeng."
As Feng Wuyu swallowed the pill, Gong Qianxuan's eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope. "Wuyu, what did you just take? Is it something that can save you?" he asked desperately.
"No," she replied simply. And with that, Feng Wuyu began to dissolve in his arms, her form dissipating into the air like a wisp of smoke. In less than three seconds, she was gone, leaving no trace behind.
True to its name, Ruofeng had allowed her to vanish like the wind, leaving nothing but memories in its wake.
...
Meanwhile, a sleek black Rolls-Royce raced down the road, its speed a testament to the driver's urgency. The man behind the wheel gripped it tightly, his striking phoenix eyes filled with a mix of determination and hope. "Wuyu, I've found a way to save you. I'll make it in time, I promise..." he murmured to himself.
But his hope was short-lived. His face turned ashen as he watched the red string tied around his wrist—a stark contrast to his otherwise composed demeanor—snap and fall away. In that moment, all life seemed to drain from him, leaving behind a shell of the man he once was.
The car, now out of control, raced like a wild horse towards the large truck ahead. At such a high speed, the collision was inevitable. The once luxurious vehicle was now a twisted wreck, and Feng Wusheng inside was knocked unconscious by the violent impact.
A soft smile broke through his usually stern expression. "Yu'er, wait for me..." he murmured.
They were twins, bound by life and death. Why should the Feng family decide that he should live while his sister must die?