# 420
**Chapter 420: Open the Door for Me**
Wei Xiuming and Miao Su exchanged a glance.
“I understand what you mean,” Wei Xiuming said thoughtfully. “You think that if someone inside the Baili Group wants to kill you, they’ll definitely mobilize their informants throughout Guangdong City to track your whereabouts. You want to avoid their surveillance and return to your home?”
“That’s right.” Baili Pangpang nodded firmly. “I know exactly how much influence the Baili Group has in Guangdong City. There’s no way I can sneak back home on my own. That’s why I need your help.”
“No problem.” Wei Xiuming didn’t hesitate at all. “You’re a member of our 010 Squad. We’ll do everything we can to help you.”
Hearing this, a smile finally appeared on Baili Pangpang’s face. The weight that had been hanging over his heart finally lifted.
“But how are we going to avoid the Baili family’s eyes and ears and get Little Tuming home?” Miao Su asked, puzzled, as she finished bandaging Baili Pangpang.
Wei Xiuming stood up and paced around the living room for a moment, then came up with a plan.
“I’ll call Old Han and the others back right away. With their Forbidden Ruins, sneaking into the Baili estate won’t be difficult.”
…
Outside the villa.
In an unremarkable black sedan, a man slowly lowered the binoculars in his hand.
“Just as Young Master Jing predicted—he came straight to the 010 Squad as soon as he arrived in Guangdong,” he said, turning to his companion in the passenger seat. “Report it to the young master.”
“Got it.”
The man in the passenger seat was just about to activate his earpiece when a crisp knock came from the window beside him.
He turned to see a young man standing outside, a cigarette dangling from his lips, one hand in his pocket, a grin on his face.
The two men exchanged glances, then rolled down the window.
“What do you want?” the man asked coldly.
“Bro, got a light?” The young man leaned in, still grinning.
“No lighter. Go ask someone else.”
The man began to roll the window back up.
“Tch, stingy.” The young man spat out his cigarette and placed a hand on the window, snapping his fingers lightly toward the inside of the car.
*Snap—!*
In the next instant, all the air inside the sedan was sucked out. The two men’s eyes widened in horror as they turned to look at the young man with one hand in his pocket. Realizing something was wrong, they both reached under their seats—
At that moment, a pair of hands reached out from the back seat and rested on their shoulders.
Their pupils shrank!
There had been no one in the back seat just moments ago.
Before they could turn around, their shoulders twisted like twisted dough. Bones and muscles shattered inch by inch. Their mouths opened wide in silent screams, but no sound came out.
A few seconds later, the two men went limp, slumping in their seats, lifeless.
Shen Qingzhu narrowed his eyes, opened the car door, dragged the two bodies out, and tossed them into a nearby trash bin. Then he sat in the driver’s seat.
“How did you guess Baili Tuming would come here?” Shen Qingzhu asked, adjusting the rearview mirror.
From the back seat, Ninth Seat spoke slowly, “I’ve dealt with the 010 Squad before. I know where their safe house is. Since Baili Tuming is also a member of the 010 Squad, it makes sense he’d come here for help.”
He glanced at the trash bins by the roadside and continued, “Our target as *Believers* isn’t something just anyone can interfere with… If the Baili family gets involved, it’ll only complicate things.”
Shen Qingzhu nodded. “So, what’s the next step?”
Ninth Seat looked toward the roadside. Another car had just pulled up to the villa’s entrance. Baili Pangpang and the others walked out and got into the vehicle.
He pulled out a stick of gum, tossed it into his mouth, chewed it a few times, then spat it into his palm. With a flick of his finger, he sent it flying toward the car.
The gum twisted midair like a spiral, slicing silently through the air before sticking precisely to the car’s exhaust pipe.
*Vroom—!*
The car started up again and drove away from the villa. As it moved, the light around it began to distort strangely, and the entire vehicle vanished from sight.
Shen Qingzhu frowned, but Ninth Seat looked unsurprised.
“One of the 010 Squad members can manipulate light refraction, allowing people or objects to enter a state of optical invisibility. But I already planted a tracker on that car. Just follow my directions.”
“Got it.” Shen Qingzhu fastened his seatbelt and nodded. “Are we going to ambush them on the road?”
Ninth Seat pondered for a moment. “No. With the 010 Squad protecting him, our chances of success are low. We’d only alert them. Let’s follow from a distance and see what they’re planning.”
…
Half an hour later, a car suddenly materialized out of thin air on an empty road.
Old Han turned the steering wheel and pulled over. Looking at the tightly shut gates of the estate ahead, he said, “This is as far as I can go. That’s the main gate of your Baili family estate. I can’t enter.”
Baili Pangpang, sitting in the back, nodded. “This is enough. The rest of the way… I’ll walk myself.”
He turned to Wei Xiuming and Miao Su beside him, smiling. “Thank you.”
Wei Xiuming waved his hand. “No need to thank us. We’re squadmates. It’s what we do. Go on in. If anything happens, send us a signal. We’ll storm in and get you.”
Baili Pangpang thanked them again, then stepped out of the car. He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with determination, and walked toward the tightly shut estate gates.
The sudden appearance of the car had caught the guards’ attention. They frowned and discussed among themselves, just about to take action when Baili Pangpang stepped up to the gate.
“Young Master?!” One of the guards exclaimed in surprise. “You’re back?”
Baili Pangpang stood silently before the black iron gate, gazing through the bars at the white luxury villa in the center of the garden.
“Open the door,” he said calmly.
The guards exchanged glances. “Young Master, please… let us report this first.”
Baili Pangpang turned his head sharply, his eyes icy as he stared into theirs, speaking each word with chilling clarity: “Since when… do I need permission to enter my own home?!”
A golden light flashed across his chest. *[Yaoguang]* transformed into a golden flying sword, which he gripped tightly, killing intent surging.
He stood before the estate gates, his voice like frost.
“I’ll say it one more time—**open the door for me!**”