CHAPTER 762: CHAPTER 767 LURING THE TIGER AWAY FROM THE MOUNTAIN

"There’s no news yet, but don’t worry too much, I will definitely find him."

After saying this, Ling Chen looked at Nanrong Yong lying on the bed and asked, "How is the old master’s condition?"

"His condition has stabilized, but the doctor said that Grandpa’s body is extremely weak and he’s fallen into a deep coma. It’s uncertain when he might wake up—it could be days or years; no one can be sure. The doctor suggested that we, as family members, should spend time with Grandpa when we can, talk to him, chat with him, as it might help his condition. I’ve been calling Nanrong Hao these past few days wanting him to come back and stay with Grandpa, but I couldn’t get a hold of him, so I came to you for help."

"No worries, Haozi is not a three-year-old child, he knows what he’s doing."

"Ling Cheng!"

At this moment, Xu Ming, who had been silent all along, suddenly cast his gaze outside the bedroom window and quickly walked to the windowsill to look outside.

After a brief moment of daze, Ling Chen immediately realized what was happening and hurried over to Xu Ming’s side. He looked out at the empty lawn and asked, "Brother Xu, what’s wrong?"

"Just now that eagle-hawk appeared again, but it vanished in the blink of an eye. I suspect that the person controlling the eagle-hawk is nearby, and they have taken it back."

"What should we do?"

Xu Ming thought for a moment and said, "You stay in the room with them, I’ll go outside and take a look. Maybe I can find the owner of that eagle-hawk."

"Alright. Brother Xu, be careful."

"Don’t worry about me." Saying that, Xu Ming pushed open the window, propped his hand on the sill, and leaped down, instantly disappearing from view.

Watching Xu Ming disappear, Nanrong Wanqing and the two maids in the room were all stunned.

"Ling Chen, he... how did he just jump down?" Nanrong Wanqing asked in shock.

This bedroom is on the third floor of the villa, a good few meters above the ground. Wasn’t he afraid of getting hurt?

"It’s alright, Brother Xu’s martial arts skills are incredible, this is nothing to him." Saying this, Ling Chen closed the window and turned back to Nanrong Wanqing’s side.

A few minutes passed.

Ling Chen paced back and forth in the room, waiting for news from Xu Ming.

Bang!

Suddenly, a loud noise came from downstairs. Ling Chen’s heart skipped a beat. He hurried to the outside of the bedroom and looked down the staircase, shouting loudly, "Uncle Liu!"

Liu Kun had been down at the bottom of the stairs, so if something had happened, he would surely know.

Ling Chen called out several times, but there was no response from downstairs. Seeing this, Ling Chen slightly furrowed his brow and thought to himself, "Nothing bad could have happened, right?"

With this thought, Ling Chen lightly tapped his toes and vaulted over the stair railing. After a few jumps, he had descended from the third floor to the living room on the first floor.

Upon reaching the living room, Ling Chen saw Liu Kun being held by a man with a grip on his throat, rendering him unable to speak. In the other hand of the man, he held a sharp dagger, currently raised above his head, ready to strike at Liu Kun’s vital point.

With Liu Kun’s life at stake, Ling Chen didn’t have time to think; he quickly lifted his foot with a flying kick at the lamp beside him.

Struck by his kick, the lamp that was placed on the coffee table instantly flew out, hurtling towards the dagger in the man’s hand.

With a ’clang’ sound, the dagger was knocked out of hand, making a clear noise as it fell.

Seizing the moment, Ling Chen’s body tilted, and he swiftly charged towards the man, his steel fist pounding fiercely towards the opponent’s face.

Seeing the fierceness of Ling Chen’s punch, the man seemed to be somewhat wary, not daring to take it head-on. He quickly let go of Liu Kun and stepped back to avoid Ling Chen’s attack.

"Mr. Ling." Liu Kun, clutching his painful neck and gasping for breath, said: "This man suddenly barged in, I..."

"Enough!" Ling Chen cut off Liu Kun’s words, saying: "Stop talking, Wanqing and the old master are upstairs. Go protect them; leave this guy to me."

"Alright, be careful yourself." With that, Liu Kun hurriedly rushed toward the stairs, heading straight for the third floor of the villa.

Once Liu Kun left, Ling Chen stared at the strange man before him, his dark eyes emitting a sharp gleam.

This man was around thirty-odd years old, with an average appearance that wouldn’t stand out in a crowd, unlikely to attract any attention.

"Are you from the God Organization?" Ling Chen asked.

The man looked at Ling Chen without saying a word, as if he hadn’t heard the question, with a cold and murderous look in his eyes.

"Ling Chen, I heard you were seriously injured at the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion. I wonder if you still have the strength to defeat me."

Hearing this, Ling Chen’s heart sank, inwardly cursing. This guy actually knew he was injured.

Not only was he seriously injured now, but his body was also seriously overdrawn. The kick he had just performed was done with all his might. He had managed to rescue Liu Kun from the man’s clutches by bluffing, but if it came to a real fight, he was as good as paper-thin, easily punctured.

He had wanted to scare the other party into fleeing without a fight, but it seemed that strategy was no longer working.

Damn!

Who the hell was this guy and how did he know so much about him? It was a pity that Xu Ming had gone to find the man who controlled the hawks, with no telling when he’d come back. If Xu Ming didn’t arrive in time, Ling Chen might be in mortal danger.

As thoughts raced through his mind, Ling Chen grabbed a chair next to him and flung it at the man. Immediately after, he turned around and ran swiftly towards the outside of the villa. He couldn’t worry about other things now; both Nanrong Wanqing and Nanrong Yong were inside the villa, and he absolutely couldn’t let the opponent harm them.

For now, he could only do his best to lure the man away from the villa.

Bursting through the villa’s front door, Ling Chen glanced back only to find that the man had not followed.

Damn it!

The guy wasn’t fooled.

This was bad—the man not chasing after him would definitely be bad news for Nanrong Wanqing and the others. With this thought, Ling Chen sighed and quickly turned around, running back into the villa.

When he reached the living room, just as he expected, the man had already vanished. At the same time, a scream came from the third floor of the villa. The voice seemed to be Nanrong Wanqing’s.

Without a second thought, worried for the safety of Nanrong Wanqing and the others, Ling Chen immediately rushed upstairs.

As he entered the bedroom, he saw Liu Kun lying on the ground, clutching his chest, blood streaming from the corners of his mouth, his complexion deathly pale. In another corner of the room, two housemaids cowered, shriveling in fear, their faces terror-stricken.

Scanning the room, Ling Chen’s heart skipped a beat.

The bedroom window was wide open, Liu Kun and the others were there, but Nanrong Wanqing was nowhere to be seen; presumably, she had been snatched away by the man from before.

"Ling Chen..." Liu Kun shakily lifted a hand, pointing out the window, stammering: "Hurry... follow..."

"Uncle Liu, rest up; I’ll go save Wanqing."