LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 17:
Chapter 17: Invasion:
Lin Fan trusted Shen Wuxiao—or rather, trusted Brother Sikong. At least for now, he believed in him.
After leaving the villa, he returned to his hotel without delay.
Having spent years at the border, Lin Fan had developed a strict habit: every time before going into battle or hunting high-grade exotic beasts, he would carefully plan and prepare in advance. This habit had saved his life countless times.
Becoming a fifth-grade, eighth-level master at such a young age didn’t come by luck.
Every advancement was earned through blood and near-death battles.
His success was built on caution, discipline, and strategy.
He immediately pulled up a detailed topographic map of the Jinnanwan Villa District on his computer.
Modern maps were extremely precise—high-resolution, updated regularly, and zoomable to street level.
Some even recorded moments accidentally, like pedestrians caught relieving themselves, much to the delight of netizens.
As Lin Fan studied the map, examining entry points, exits, and the overall layout, his eyes suddenly froze.
He spotted a villa with a heavy security presence—men in black suits scattered throughout the property.
A real-time capture.
“That’s too lucky,” Lin Fan muttered. “I can’t believe they actually recorded this scene.”
He carefully identified the exact location—Villa Number 19—based on the numbered arrangement of the properties.
Clenching his fist in excitement, he grinned.
“It’s all thanks to Brother Sikong. Without him, I wouldn’t have found this so easily.”
If Shen Wuxiao hadn’t mentioned Jinnanwan, Lin Fan wouldn’t have thought to look here.
It could’ve taken days.
“Shen Wuxiao… just wait. Your nightmare is coming.”
His eyes turned cold. The man who killed his brother would pay with his life.
He would strike tonight.
And he refused to believe that any bodyguards could stop him.
…
Time passed quickly. At 11:30 p.m., Lin Fan moved out.
He deliberately chose this time slot. By now, most villas would have settled down for the night.
But bodyguards wouldn’t rest, which would help confirm the target’s presence.
In the quiet of the night, Lin Fan stood hidden in a small grove near the villa district, a cigarette dangling from his lips.
He stood motionless.
There was no room for mistakes.
Even if he failed, he could retreat.
But alerting the enemy would only delay his revenge.
He couldn’t risk giving Shen Wuxiao time to escape.
After a few minutes of observation, Lin Fan sprang into action.
His speed was terrifying—like wind wrapped in shadows. His internal energy surged, and his footwork left behind only blurry afterimages.
Under the cover of night, he became the true Wolf King—silent, fast, and deadly.
In a flash, he reached the rooftop of a nearby villa.
From above, he locked eyes on Villa 19.
Just as Brother Sikong had described, it was swarming with people.
Four bodyguards patrolled the main entrance, pacing back and forth. Inside the courtyard, two neat rows of guards stood at attention.
More were scattered in the garden, while others smoked and chatted by the pool.
As for how many were inside the villa, he couldn’t be sure—but he knew there would be more.
“How many lives has this bastard taken to need this kind of protection?”
“Tonight, I’ll take your head and offer it to my brother’s spirit.”
Lin Fan leapt from the rooftop.
Landing in a roll, he rose with speed again—his sights locked on Villa 19.
…
From afar, Lin Fan’s every move was being watched.
High on another rooftop, Shen Wuxiao lounged casually, telescope in hand, observing Lin Fan’s infiltration like a spectator at a theater.
He had deliberately kept his distance.
With Lin Fan’s sharp instincts, being too close might’ve tipped him off.
Uncle Wu stood beside him, calm and expressionless—his face as lifeless as ever.
“Young Master, why not just kill him now?” Uncle Wu asked, his tone flat and emotionless.
Shen Wuxiao shook his head. “Not so fast, Uncle Wu. He’s not that easy to kill.”
“The difference between us isn’t huge, and he can hold his own even against higher-level enemies.”
“Besides, he’s more useful alive than dead.”
Lin Fan wasn’t an ordinary person—he was the protagonist of destiny.
A man with overwhelming luck could survive deadly traps, awaken power in crisis, and turn defeat into victory.
Killing him too soon would be a waste.
Letting him live meant more chances to earn points.
And if Lin Fan escaped, it’d be nearly impossible to find him again.
“Let’s just sit back and enjoy the show. I’ve already warned the Haisha Society. They’ve reinforced the place. No need for us to interfere.”
Uncle Wu didn’t respond. The young master had his own plans. His job was simply to follow orders.
“By the way, are the other arrangements ready?” Shen Wuxiao asked.
“They’re ready,” Uncle Wu replied with a nod.
“Perfect,” Shen Wuxiao said, raising the telescope again.
He didn’t rule out firing a sneak shot later.
After all, if Lin Fan got injured and he swooped in to ‘save’ him, the man would trust him even more.
…
Meanwhile, Lin Fan had already made his move.
With superior cultivation and skills, his only target was Shen Wuxiao.
He didn’t waste time.
Scaling the side wall, he slipped in like a shadow.
Everything was going smoothly.
He crouched low against the wall, his body blending into the shadows.
Just as he expected, the bodyguards were clueless. He was invisible to them.
While a patrol circled the yard, Lin Fan reached a bathroom window.
He pushed it open quietly and flipped inside.
He moved quickly into a guest bedroom. No one was there. He crept to the door and peeked through the crack.
Only four men were sitting on the sofa in the living room, playing cards.
Lin Fan sneered to himself.
“Pathetic.”
He acted swiftly.
Like a hungry wolf pouncing on sheep, he struck in an instant—knocking all four out in a single breath.
His strikes were clean and fast. No wasted movements.
He didn’t kill. Lin Fan wasn’t a murderer—he only wanted Shen Wuxiao.
The guards were merely obstacles. He spared them.
After subduing the four, he headed for the stairs.
But as soon as he reached the landing, he sensed something was wrong.
A loud crash echoed from the entrance. A swarm of men in black suits charged in, brandishing machetes and roaring threats.
It was clear—this had been an ambush all along.
Lin Fan cursed in his heart. The place had been locked down in advance. This wasn’t carelessness on his part—they had been waiting for him.
But it didn’t matter.
Even if they surrounded him, so what?
He ignored the crowd behind him and continued walking calmly up the stairs.
The hallway above was packed with more men.
A full blockade.
“What a big show,” Lin Fan muttered coldly. “But it’s useless.”
He pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a slow drag.
Then he reached behind his back—and drew his weapon.
A crescent-shaped scimitar, gleaming in the dim light.
In his eyes, these men were nothing but weeds—waiting to be cut down.
He was the Border Wolf King.
A fifth-grade, eighth-level master.
He had faced armies alone. What did he have to fear here?