Zhang Yuanqing is a member of the second team in the Kangyang District. He may not live in the Kangyang District, but among the people I can contact, the only one who can support me at the moment is him.

The Night Wanderer is very good at lurking. He is a good candidate, but Zhang Yuanqing is an official person and definitely does not want to conflict with the official agents. Is there any way to save people without conflict?

It's meaningless to fantasize here. I told him the situation and let him make a decision. Whether it works out this time or not, I owe him a favor, and I can't refuse to help the gang anymore. Xiao Yuan's voice was calm but stern: "Tell me about the situation on your end."

"They have six people. Three are guarding the exit, and the other three are searching for me in the nightclub. I was injured by them and can only hide. They used their official identity to control the nightclub's security personnel and assist in the search." Kou Beiyue said in a low voice.

"The nightclub is very large. I can still hide for now, but I can't hold out for too long. And they will definitely notify the Public Security Bureau and other official agents. A large team may already be gathering. When the official personnel completely seal off the nightclub, his time is up."

Xiao Yuan listened quietly, and with a cold voice, she warned, "Hide well now, try to delay time, set your phone to silent and pay attention to any movement on your phone. Someone might contact you." "Xiao Yuan, do you have a way to save me?"

"I don't know, it depends on your luck." Xiao Yuan resisted the urge to curse and hung up the phone. She opened the call log, found Zhang Yuanqing's number accurately, and dialed it.

"Hello, Auntie Xiao Yuan misses me in the long night?"

The speakerphone transmitted Zhang Yuanqing's familiar teasing tone, as well as the intense and uplifting sound effects, whether he was watching TV or playing games.

Xiao Yuan sometimes really disliked his familiar personality, arbitrarily labeling her identity as an auntie, couldn't it be a sister?

Taking a deep breath, Auntie Xiao Yuan didn't bother with small talk and got straight to the point: "I'm planning to kill an enemy tonight, an official agent of your side, but it seems that he was prepared early and the ambush failed. Currently, he is trapped in the Kangyang District, at the Honglong Nightclub on Baixing Road."

"Can you help?"

When she finished speaking, the sound effects on the speakerphone had already disappeared, and Zhang Yuanqing's voice came through: "I need to know two things. First, what enemy? Second, is the help to save a person or to kill a person?"

Although he didn't immediately agree, Xiao Yuan heard the sound of changing shoes.

She was slightly moved in her heart, and her tone became more sincere: "It's a personal grudge. I can't explain it clearly for a while, but rest assured, my companion is not a cruel and bloodthirsty person. I hope you can help me rescue him."

Xiao Yuan roughly explained the situation and added, "That's the situation. Whether you can help or not, you should consider it. Saving a person is fine, but I can't help them deal with the official agents. The Honglong Nightclub is not far from my home." Zhang Yuanqing added, "Why not ask Master Wuheng for help?"

"He's quite suspicious! Xiao Yuan said helplessly, "Master Wuheng's rule is to forget the past and let go of the past. Kou Beiyue, well, his name is Kou Beiyue. The act of assassinating official agents has already violated Master Wuheng's principles. He has not given up the past and has privately opposed the officials."

"If Master Wuheng knows about this, he is very likely to expel him from the team, so how could he help him?"

"I understand." Zhang Yuanqing said, "I will go and save him, hoping that he is a good person as you said. But please don't expect too much from me."

Auntie Xiao Yuan said softly, "Regardless, I thank you."

There was no time for the two of them to say more. As Zhang Yuanqing hung up the phone, he grabbed his coat from the table and left the bedroom in large strides.

He knew about the Honglong Nightclub. When he was still in Songhai, a city of revelry and extravagance, Zhang Yuanqing often heard the name of this club.

It was not far from home, less than five kilometers away, and it had a big and luxurious reputation. It was said that the quality of the little sisters in the club was top-notch.

At that time, Zhang Yuanqing had just entered high school and had fantasized about going there when he had money, spending a lot of money to make the little sisters line up to dance for him.

Many years had passed, and the trend of horse-riding dances had passed, and the Honglong Nightclub had also "reformed." Dreams of youth always disappeared so easily.

It was not worth taking a taxi when it was not far away, so he ran there. The time spent waiting for a car was enough for him to reach his destination.

After leaving the residential area, Zhang Yuanqing opened his phone, navigated to the Honglong Nightclub, turned the volume up to the maximum, and then ran at full speed. His sprint speed was comparable to that of a speeding car on the empty and deserted street.

The navigation prompts kept coming from his pocket: "You are speeding, please slow down. You are speeding, please slow down." Soon, he saw the brightly lit nightclub building, a three-story building in a "concave" shape, with a large courtyard in front filled with various cars. The words "Honglong Nightclub" were brightly lit, with flashing neon lights embedded on the edges of the letters.

Zhang Yuanqing stopped and hid behind a black "Don't Touch Me" car, took out his phone, turned off the navigation, and clicked on the phone number sent by Auntie Xiao Yuan in the chat app.

Before dialing, he immediately hung up and sent a text message: "Tell me your location in the nightclub. Xiao Yuan asked me to come and save you."

Calling at this time could easily become a death sentence, so sending a text message was safer and more secure. After about ten seconds, the reply came: "I'm in the third-to-last private room on the second floor of the nightclub." Zhang Yuanqing replied: "Wait for me!"

He turned off his phone, looked at the nightclub entrance, and the Night Wanderer's gaze pierced through the darkness, seeing four men in suits guarding the entrance, apparently the nightclub's security personnel.

In the front yard of the nightclub, two people were patrolling continuously, one middle-aged and one young. This effectively prevented the enemy from jumping out of the building to escape.

"It's easy for me to sneak in, but how do I leave?" Zhang Yuanqing quickly considered a plan."Infiltrating and lending him a disguise ring? No, if I were an official member, I would continue to blockade the nightclub, wait for the main force to arrive, and check each guest one by one. Even with a disguise, there would be no escape, and if one were to break out forcefully, there would be no need for a disguise ring.

"If you're going to force your way out, you need to be careful. There's a steward on the other side, and things could go south. Then, rumors of the Primordial Heavenly Venerate colluding with evil professions would spread all over the world." It's a bit troublesome.

But he decided to help anyway.

For one, it would build up Xiao Yuan's goodwill towards him, and secondly, if the other party was an evil profession with good intentions, he was willing to lend a hand. The sweet nothings he told Xiao Yuan were not just flattery, but came from the heart.

However, he would definitely clarify the ins and outs of this matter afterward.

After pondering for a dozen seconds, an idea popped into Zhang Yuanqing's mind: to "disguise" himself, sneak into the nightclub, and brazenly fight his way out from the inside, creating the illusion of a trapped beast trying to break through obstacles to escape.

The patrolling personnel at the door would surely notify their companions inside the nightclub. When they come out, I'll lead them away, allowing Xiao Yuan's aunt's companion to escape.

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No sooner thought than done, Zhang Yuanqing immediately sent a message to Xiao Yuan: "Send me that guy's photo, quick!" Two or three seconds later, the photo was sent over.

Clearly, Xiao Yuan was constantly checking her phone messages, paying attention to the situation.

Zhang Yuanqing opened his inventory, took out the disguise ring and put it on, then stared at the photo of the young man.

He was about sixteen, pale-faced, with thick eyebrows and eyes that shone like stars, handsome and fierce.

Zhang Yuanqing's face rippled like water, his features morphing into those of the fierce young man. He exited the chat app and sent a message to the young man inside:

"Hide well and wait for my signal. When I tell you to run, you run out immediately."

After sending the message, he didn't wait for a reply. He activated the power of the Taiyin, cast Night Travel, and his figure began to fade inch by inch.

In the dim environment, Kou Beiyue took out his phone and frowned as he read the message. After a moment of contemplation, he realized the sender's intention.

Was he going to draw the enemy away for me?

Six official practitioners, one of them a steward—could he do it?

Kou Beiyue was both shocked and doubtful. Anyone capable of this must at least be a saint. Who is he? Xiao Yuan's friend in Songhai?

Kou Beiyue was surrounded by the noise of music, the soft lighting, and the fluorescent glow of the TV screen, which penetrated the sheer skirt and faintly illuminated the interior.

Indeed, Kou Beiyue was hiding under the voluminous skirt of a girl.

He had encountered the girl at the restroom entrance. At that time, Kou Beiyue was seriously injured with no escape, so he had a stroke of inspiration, bewitched the girl, and made her willingly become his shield.

Using the flexibility of the bewitching demon, Kou Beiyue hid under the girl's skirt and followed her step by step back to the private room.

Before long, the nightclub's security personnel had guarded the entrance, saying there had been an incident in the store and asking the guests to stay in their private rooms and not to go out.

The guests in the private room had drunk quite a bit and were in high spirits, so they didn't care, as long as it didn't affect their singing. In fact, Kou Beiyue had another method, which was to bewitch the guests in the store to cause trouble and create chaos, then take the opportunity to escape.

But to manipulate a large crowd with the bewitching power of the Transcendent stage would take a very long time, and the enemy wouldn't give him that time.

At this moment, the door of the private room was pushed open, the lights turned on, and the singing stopped. "What are you doing?"

"Who is it, looking for death?"

The guests, whose mood was disrupted, cursed. The man standing at the door shouted:

"I'm a public security officer. A fugitive has just infiltrated the nightclub, and I need your cooperation." Kou Beiyue couldn't see the situation outside, only hearing the cursing suddenly stop. Then, there was the dialogue between the official practitioners and the security personnel:

"Did anyone go out just now?" "No."

"Are there only seven people in the private room? Was it seven from the beginning?" "Yes, we've already checked."

The official practitioner entered the private room, his gaze sharp as a knife as he swept over everyone, saying, "Take out your IDs and say the names of the people next to you."

The official practitioner checked the IDs of everyone in the private room one by one, listening to them recite their companions' names, and noticed that the young girl standing in front of the big screen, holding a microphone, hadn't moved an inch.

His eyes narrowed, and he slowly approached, saying, "Take out your ID." "I didn't bring it!"

The girl in the voluminous skirt rolled her eyes. The official practitioner scrutinized her from top to bottom and suddenly said, "Walk over to the sofa."

The girl in the long skirt still didn't move.

The official practitioner's heart chilled, and he instinctively grabbed the walkie-talkie, about to call his companions.

At this moment, Kou Beiyue, hiding under the skirt, tensed his muscles, ready to pounce like a cheetah. Just then, an urgent voice came from the official practitioner's walkie-talkie:

"He's rushed outside, we need backup."

Amidst the crackling of electricity, there was the sound of intense fighting.

The official practitioner in the private room's face changed, and he turned and ran out.

"Phew," Kou Beiyue under the skirt breathed a sigh of relief, with only one thought in his mind: Was Xiao Yuan's friend really going to take on six official practitioners?

PS: I'll correct typos later. Finally managed to get this out, today I wrote 12,000 words continuously, seems like a record for this book.

Zhài Cài rewarded several Golden Alliances, I've been wanting to add more chapters, but haven't managed to write them, I feel ashamed. This afternoon, I almost cut off all chats and entertainment, and finally managed to write it out.