HBWMA -Chapter 383 Rainy Night Conspiracy

“Rumble——”

“Miss Jiang, Miss Mingzhi, hold on. Once we pass the corridor bridge ahead, we’ll be there.”

The thunder grew louder, as if it wanted to punch a hole through the sky. The rain intensified as well, turning into a torrential flood.

Jiang Huashan and Shen Mianzhi moved forward while wearing raincoats, supporting each other. They didn’t even dare to lift their heads—the rain striking their faces hurt more than slaps.

The group crossed the corridor bridge and finally reached the hotel’s cinema hall.

Gao Zhi led them through the place with practiced ease, guiding them into a hidden passage. Along the way, he repeatedly reminded them, “Miss Jiang, Miss Mianzhi, remember this—no matter who asks you to open the door, do not open it. Only the young master is an exception.”

Shen Mianzhi nodded and quietly glanced at Jiang Huashan.

There were two doors in the secret passage. The outer one was a password-locked door, and the inner one was blast-resistant.

There were surveillance cameras outside—no matter who knocked, everything inside could be seen clearly.

Gao Zhi pressed the doorbell as agreed, but after waiting a while, there was no response at all.

The three exchanged glances, their expressions turning grave.

It seemed they had underestimated human nature. Someone was likely afraid that letting them in might bring danger, so they refused to open the door.

Gao Zhi’s face darkened. He pressed the doorbell again.

Another full minute passed—still no response.

Just as Gao Zhi was about to try again, Shen Mianzhi stopped him. “Forget it. Isn’t the result already obvious? Why force people?”

The words “force people” carried a heavy irony.

Jiang Huashan didn’t mind. In her past life, when she was driven out of the Shen estate, she had seen far too much of this coldness.

People who didn’t matter couldn’t stir any emotion in her. Rather than wasting time here, it was more meaningful to go find Sui’er.

Just as the three were about to turn around, the door behind them suddenly made a sound.

The gap widened until it was just enough for an adult male to pass through, then stopped.

“Come in quickly.”

Su Yun stepped out. Though she tried her best to hide it, her expression still looked somewhat unnatural.

Jiang Huashan and Shen Mianzhi exchanged a glance and didn’t move. A sharp glint of killing intent flashed in Gao Zhi’s eyes as he bypassed Su Yun and walked straight into the secret room.

The people inside, upon seeing Gao Zhi’s intimidating presence, looked uneasy and huddled together, avoiding eye contact.

Gao Zhi scanned the room and confirmed it was safe before stepping out again. He nodded slightly toward Jiang Huashan.

Jiang Huashan understood. “We’ll handle things here ourselves. You’re still needed on Master Lanxi’s side. Go.”

Gao Zhi’s expression remained tense. He glared at Su Yun once before leaving through the passage.

Su Yun frowned slightly. The one who had blocked them from opening the door earlier wasn’t her. She was about to explain, but when her eyes met Jiang Huashan’s, she swallowed the words.

“…”

Every time she faced Jiang Huashan, Su Yun felt a faint discomfort—not hostility, but an uncontrollable sense of aversion.

That encounter in the dark alley years ago always reminded her of her own moment of shame whenever she saw Jiang Huashan.

Su Yun forced a smile and turned to Shen Mianzhi. “Come in quickly.” Then she walked into the secret room first.

Shen Mianzhi looked back at Jiang Huashan. “You go ahead. I’ll be fine alone.”

Jiang Huashan paused slightly.

Shen Mianzhi pointed at the stone door behind her. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect myself and won’t cause trouble for you.”

Central lakeside villa area, brightly lit.

Zhou Yanheng leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, staring at the purple lightning in the sky with a dark gaze.

“What the hell kind of weather is this!”

Guan He rushed in. His clothes were completely soaked. He simply stripped them off and collapsed onto the sofa.

Zhou Yanheng turned to him. “Did Shen Qingyu leave?”

“He left.” At the mention, Guan He’s expression darkened. “That bastard even came to lecture us. Let’s see how long he can keep acting so arrogant.”

“Everyone notified?”

“They’re all in position. We’re ready to make sure he doesn’t come back alive.”

Zhou Yanheng asked again, “What about the others?”

“They’ve all been sent back. They think it was just a prank. As long as the sea bandits succeed, this plan is as good as done.”

Guan He suddenly frowned, uneasy. “A-Heng… the Shen brothers aren’t simple. If we fail—”

Zhou Yanheng smiled faintly, killing intent swirling in his eyes. “Then even better. We’ll use those sea bandits to earn ourselves some military credit.”

“So what if Shen Guiling thinks he’s untouchable because of military merits?”

“A bastard who can’t even stand in the light dares compare himself to me? I want to see if he has the guts to play this game—and if Shen Guiling can afford to keep up.”

Elsewhere.

After warning Zhou Yanheng, Shen Qingyu rushed toward Liyuan through the rain. He was already soaked through.

On the way, he passed the stargazing lawn. The tent was gone, and the star-shaped lights swayed violently in the storm wind.

He stopped.

For some reason, Jiang Huashan’s proud voice—*“There’s still me”—*flashed in his mind.

After a brief hesitation, he turned and ran into the field.

Just as he crouched down to retrieve a light, a high-speed bullet pierced through the rain curtain, flying past the top of his head.

The rain was too heavy—it swallowed the sound of the gunfire.

Shen Qingyu stared at the torn-up ground in front of him, his face instantly freezing.

In the next second, a storm of bullets swept across the grassland around him.

With no cover to hide behind, Shen Qingyu clutched his head and sprinted toward the corridor bridge.