Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now! Chapter 1369 - 409: A Good Deed a Day

Chapter 409 [A Good Deed a Day]

Seeing the helmeted knight climb through the window into the second floor of the villa so deftly, Uncle Wu’s agility reassured Chen Yan.

He could just sit down and enjoy the show.

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In the living room on the first floor, the man in pajamas clearly had something in his mind, lingering around Angie and refusing to leave. His actions were becoming increasingly blatant, and he began to make some boundary-crossing physical contacts.

It was obvious that Angie was somewhat annoyed, but more so under a strange emotional influence, she forced herself to endure it.

Probably thinking: Such an important person is flirting with me, which means I’m really cool, and now I can’t do anything embarrassing or show any fear.

But this mindset finally collapsed when the pajama man couldn’t resist reaching out to wrap his arm around Angie’s waist, his hand sliding inside the hem of her camisole...

Angie’s "cool act" mindset couldn’t hold up any longer.

She let out a scream, her body jerking back as if electrocuted, and forcefully pushed against the pajama man’s chest.

Although the pajama man seemed a bit weak, he was still a tall adult male, how much force could a teenage girl like Angie muster?

With the push, the pajama man only swayed slightly, while Angie stumbled backwards a few steps due to the force, eventually landing squarely on the sofa behind her.

The pajama man seemed to be taken aback.

When initially pushed away, there was a hint of anger in his eyes, but upon seeing Angie, like a frightened little animal, fall onto the sofa, he couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

The pajama man probably thought of something suddenly, leaned forward, and said, "Baby, what, are you that afraid of me?"

Saying so, he grabbed Angie, lifting her delicate body onto his shoulder, ignoring her furiously waving arms and legs, and turned to leave.

Meanwhile, another girl who came with Angie was terrified by the scene.

Seeing Angie shouting words like "let me go," this girl probably considered that, after all, Angie came with her and also belonged to the same circle at school, and she instinctively came up, seemingly wanting to intervene.

"Mind your own business! Don’t cause trouble for yourself!"

The wealthy second-generation Murray immediately grabbed this girl’s arm, pulling her aside, and in a lowered voice said coldly, "Do you know who he is? Don’t get yourself into trouble!"

The girl glanced at Murray in horror, "But..."

"No buts!" A trace of ferocity flashed in Murray’s eyes.

Seeing Angie being carried towards the stairs by the wealthy second-generation, Chen Yan, sitting on a tree outside the courtyard, instinctively raised an eyebrow.

What does Uncle Wu plan to do?

Wait for him to carry her daughter to the second floor and then ambush him?

If so... unless they kill him, otherwise, he’ll definitely seek revenge later — Angie’s identity could be easily found out by asking a few people from the same school present.

But if they resort to killing, it becomes even more of a mess.

Angie’s identity is clear-cut.

It’s easy to trace back to school and then to Angie.

Even if they killed everyone on the scene, it wouldn’t erase the evidence — because there were others who saw Angie get into Murray’s car.

Besides, killing so many people, do they really think the NYPD would just idly sit by?

While the NYPD doesn’t have the best reputation, it is still New York’s largest law enforcement agency, and if they really put effort into investigating a case, they can definitely crack it.

As Chen Yan was pondering what method Uncle Wu might use to act...

Suddenly, in the hall, an alarm sounded without any warning.

The sharp siren, underneath the deafening music, wasn’t drowned out at all, instead making the environment seem somewhat absurd and surreal.

At first, no one reacted, but gradually, smoke began to drift down from the upstairs direction.

By the time the pajama man had already carried Angie to the foot of the stairs, before he could go up, the acrid smoke greeted him, causing him to pause, and the sharp siren left him momentarily bewildered.

Instinctively, he dropped Angie to the ground, cursed loudly, "Fuck! What’s happening? Which idiot accidentally set off the fire alarm?"

"No, BOSS, it seems there’s really a fire!"

A tattooed henchman immediately ran up, shouting loudly, and took a few steps up the stairs to the second floor, but quickly turned back.

"Fuck! BOSS, the second floor is on fire!"

More and more thick smoke began to descend the stairs, and the people in the hall finally reacted.

Without even having time to turn off the music, two tattooed men quickly ran to the pajama man’s side, pushed and dragged him towards the front door.

Judging by their actions, these two were likely his bodyguards or something similar.

"BOSS, we must leave this building immediately!"

At first, the pajama man seemed ready to yell back, but then he saw flames burst out from the direction of the stairs, the orange flame glow, though not directly visible, made the heat wave at the stairway bend obvious enough.

He cursed angrily, letting his men push and pull him towards the door.

Others in the hall also rushed towards the door, but were violently shoved aside by the pajama man’s bodyguards to ensure they didn’t block his path.