Chapter 545 My Brother Alone Is Enough!
The onlookers only saw two figures traversing the mountain cliff as if it were flat ground, covering a hundred meters in the blink of an eye. Judging by their speed, Yang Wen, the Martial Arts Grandmaster in white, appeared to be slightly faster, but Yang Wu was not far behind.
"Are they planning to fly over?" Guan Feifei murmured, stunned. To avoid provoking the kidnappers, Zhou Dalong had deliberately chosen this mountain peak, which was a full kilometer from Mount Zoujiao. How could people possibly fly? A kilometer is one thing, but even a few dozen meters should be impossible, right?
"Haha, young Guan, that’s where you’re mistaken," Zhou Dalong chuckled. "These two are renowned Martial Arts Grandmasters in the Martial Arts World. Their strength is beyond what we ordinary people can possibly imagine."
With two Grandmasters like the Yang Brothers on the case, the hostages would surely be saved.
However, Lin Mu frowned. Judging by the kidnappers’ methods, they clearly came prepared. Past rescue attempts failed due to their advantageous terrain and the presence of their own experts. There must be a brilliant military strategist among them to have chosen such a location. The Yang Brothers are making such a grand entrance... they’ve probably already been spotted. If the enemy is prepared, even Martial Arts Grandmasters like them will run into trouble.
Guan Feifei had been watching Lin Mu’s reactions closely. Seeing him frown, she couldn’t help but ask, "Mr. Lin, what’s wrong? Do you see a problem?"
Hearing her, Liu Long said disdainfully, "What could he possibly notice? He’s probably just scared."
Zhou Dalong, however, exclaimed in awe, "Don’t say he’s scared—even I’m impressed. In all my years, I’ve never seen such skill."
After hearing them, Lin Mu shook his head with a wry smile.
"What are you smiling at, kid?" Liu Long, who had been annoyed with Lin Mu from the start, became furious. "Do you actually think these two masters are going to fail?"
"None of your business," Lin Mu retorted, rolling his eyes. He couldn’t be bothered with this idiot.
"Sharp-tongued brat!" Liu Long sneered. "I bet you’re just upset that you came all this way for nothing. Just wait until Mr. Jin is rescued. I’ll deal with you then! Don’t think you’re so special just because some big shot recommended you. Remember, there’s always someone better out there! You are nothing!"
For some reason, the mere sight of Lin Mu infuriated Liu Long. Perhaps it was because Lin Mu had been disrespectful when they first met. With the failed rescue and Jin Kui’s capture, Liu Long was now venting all his frustration on him.
"Don’t speak so definitively," Lin Mu said lightly. "I’m afraid you’ll regret it in a moment."
Others couldn’t see it, but Lin Mu could see everything clearly. The Yang Brothers were indeed Grandmasters, but their strength was merely average. Their supposed ranking at fourteenth or fifteenth was likely just hype. Moreover, their flashy rescue attempt had already been discovered. Hidden snipers already had them in their sights.
"Hmph, what an idiot," Liu Long scoffed. "What do you know? With two Grandmasters on the move, success is guaranteed!"
Lin Mu couldn’t be bothered to engage with him.
He looked up into the distance, where the Yang Brothers had already covered several hundred meters. While humans certainly couldn’t fly that far, the Yang Brothers were using the terrain, periodically landing on massive trees and boulders to propel themselves forward. In this manner, the two rapidly closed the distance to Mount Zoujiao.
However, as they neared the mountain, there were no more places to gain leverage. Just when everyone thought the Yang Brothers could go no further, Yang Wu, the one in black, suddenly grabbed Yang Wen and hurled him forward with immense force.
The next moment, everyone watched, dumbfounded, as Yang Wen shot forward like a cannonball, hurtling toward the ravine of Mount Zoujiao at incredible speed. He entered the ravine in the blink of an eye.
"Great!" Liu Long was overjoyed.
Zhou Dalong was equally ecstatic. Their previous rescue attempts had failed primarily because they couldn’t even reach the kidnappers’ hideout. Now that Yang Wen was inside, his strength as a Grandmaster would surely be enough to save the hostages.
While Yang Wen entered the ravine, Yang Wu returned the way he came, landing before the group. He was completely unflustered, as if he hadn’t just performed such an incredible feat. Once again, everyone was shocked by the Yang Brothers’ power.
"Master Yang, why did you come back?" Liu Long couldn’t help but ask. "Can Yang Wen handle it alone?"
Yang Wu nodded. "They’re just a few petty thieves. My brother alone is more than enough."
Seeing the worried look on Liu Long’s face, Yang Wu chuckled. "Rest assured, gentlemen. The outcome is already decided."
"But their side has a Grandmaster as well," Zhou Dalong said with a frown. "Can Master Yang really handle it alone?"
This wasn’t what they had discussed earlier. The plan was for two Grandmasters to act together—one to fight the kidnappers, the other to rescue the hostage. That was supposed to be a surefire plan. And yet, Yang Wu had returned? If something goes wrong, who will take responsibility?
Hearing Zhou Dalong’s words, Yang Wu’s expression darkened. "What? Are you questioning my brother’s strength? Let me tell you, even if their side has a Grandmaster, even if it were the great Lin Wudi himself, my brother could still kill him and rescue the hostage without a scratch!"
The two brothers had already decided that Yang Wen would handle the rescue. Yang Wu’s temperament was too volatile for such a delicate task. Besides, even as Grandmasters, they couldn’t possibly cross a kilometer of open air to reach Mount Zoujiao without any footholds. Of course, Yang Wu wasn’t about to mention that part.
As he spoke, Lin Mu, who was standing to the side, raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on his lips.
The others were oblivious, but Lin Mu knew exactly what was happening. Right now, in the ravine of Mount Zoujiao, Yang Wen has already engaged the enemy. And... it looks like he’s on the losing end.
Yang Wu sat down in a chair. His eyes lit up when he spotted a teapot nearby. He quickly poured a cup and said, "Relax, everyone. Before this tea has a chance to cool, my brother will have the hostage out."
He continued boastfully, "They say Guan Yu slew Hua Xiong while his wine was still warm. Today, the Yang Brothers save the day before the tea grows cold. A beautiful tale for the ages!"
The fragrance of the tea filled the air as steam drifted up. However, more than ten minutes passed with no sign of movement from Mount Zoujiao.
"It’s been so long. Why is there no movement?" Liu Long couldn’t help but ask.
"The tea is already cold. This..."
Everyone looked. The tea on the table was now cold, and Yang Wu’s expression had turned just as frigid.
"Rest assured. When my brother makes a move, he will definitely..."
Before Yang Wu could finish, a figure suddenly burst from the ravine of Mount Zoujiao. He sprinted frantically along the cliff face, looking utterly disheveled.
"He’s back!" Seeing this, Yang Wu shot to his feet, a proud look on his face.