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At night, The capital appeared particularly quiet under the pressure of curfew, with empty streets and only the occasional sound of patrolling guards and barking dogs breaking the silence. In a corner of the street, Zhang Dashan sat in his humble blacksmith shop, looking tense. He lightly tapped the table, unable to calm his mind. He didn't know the situation of Xia Po and their gathering tonight, nor could he be sure if they had successfully escaped.
Rumors about the Shadow Guard mobilizing to hunt down the rebels spread throughout The capital, creating an atmosphere of fear and caution. Everyone was careful not to venture out easily, fearing becoming a target of the hunt. Although Zhang Dashan had not directly participated in rebel activities and was not a supporter of the former regime, he deeply resented the current oppressive rule.
As a blacksmith, Zhang Dashan used his professional advantage to secretly make several excellent weapons for Xia Po and his followers. He knew the risks involved, but he couldn't stand by and do nothing. His heart was filled with conflict and worry, feeling proud of his actions yet afraid of the consequences if discovered.
The sound of rain outside added a layer of oppressive atmosphere. Zhang Dashan looked out the window, the rain blurring his vision, but his heart remained uneasy. He occasionally glanced at the door, ears perked, trying to hear any unusual movement.
His wife, Li Chunhua, walked out from the inner room, holding an oil lamp in her hand. The faint light appeared particularly warm in the darkness. She saw Zhang Dashan sitting at the table, frowning, and gently advised, "Dashan, don't think too much. It's already late, you should rest soon."
Zhang Dashan turned to look at Li Chunhua, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes, but his worries made it difficult for him to relax. "I know, it's just... tonight's events have left me restless."
Li Chunhua stepped forward and gently patted his shoulder: "No matter what happens, we will face it together. You did the right thing, don't blame yourself."
Zhang Dashan nodded and gratefully held her hand. Just as they were about to return to the inner room, a sudden urgent knocking on the door shattered the tranquility. Zhang Dashan stood up abruptly, his heart pounding, and tightly gripped the iron hammer on the table. He knew that the person knocking on the door at this time was definitely not ordinary.
"Who?" Zhang Dashan asked in a low voice, trying to conceal his inner nervousness.
The person outside the door did not make a sound, which made Zhang Dashan's heart race. He raised the iron hammer in his hand, signaling for Li Chunhua to retreat into the house. Li Chunhua was a little scared and wanted to say something, but seeing the determination in her husband's eyes, she ultimately nodded silently and stepped back.
A flash of lightning tore through the night sky, briefly illuminating the figure outside the door and casting its shadow on the walls inside the house. The shadow was tall and blurry, as if hiding countless dangers and unknowns. Zhang Dashan swallowed hard, feeling his palms sweat, his nervousness making his breath quick and heavy.
The air inside the house seemed to freeze, each second becoming unbearably long and oppressive. Zhang Dashan slowly reached out towards the door lock, his fingertips trembling. He knew that the decision at this moment could be a matter of life and death, and any slight sound could trigger fatal consequences.
The sound of rain outside continued to ring out, hitting the roof and the ground, as if adding an invisible pressure to this tense standoff. Zhang Dashan's eyes were cold and stern, trying to see something from the shadows, but the fleeting light of the lightning left him unable to see clearly as he fell into darkness once again at the door.
He gritted his teeth, and the fear and worry in his heart reached its peak at this moment. Zhang Dashan's hand finally touched the door lock, his fingers lightly sliding over the lock, feeling the cold metal. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but the intense pounding in his chest made it impossible for him to truly be calm.
Li Chunhua silently watched her husband in the room, her eyes filled with worry and unease. She knew that the outside world was full of danger, and tonight, they were in the center of the storm.
Zhang Dashan slowly turned the door lock, emitting a faint click that seemed particularly harsh in the quiet night. His breathing became heavier, and every movement seemed slow and tense. He knew that the unknown outside the door filled this moment with endless pressure and fear.
In that moment, time seemed to stand still, and the sound of Zhang Dashan's heartbeat was clearly audible in his ears. The shadow outside the door remained silent and still, as if waiting for their next move. Zhang Dashan knew they had to be cautious; any mistake could lead to devastating consequences.
Zhang Dashan gritted his teeth and suddenly opened the door, swinging the hammer in his hand forward with the intent to catch his opponent off guard. However, the strike was easily blocked by the person in front of him. The hammer collided with the person's arm, producing a dull sound. Zhang Dashan looked up in shock and saw that the person was dressed entirely in deep blue, a black cloak obscuring their figure, and wearing a Conical Hat that concealed most of their face. On the hand that blocked the attack, the arm armor was prominently engraved with the characters "Thirteen."
Zhang Dashan was instantly filled with horror, a strong sense of fear surging within him. He realized that the code name Thirteen represented one of the elite assassins of the Shadow Guard. Cold sweat trickled down his spine, his breath quickened, and the hammer in his hand felt powerless.
Lin Yu's gaze was as sharp as a blade, coldly fixed on Zhang Dashan without a hint of hesitation. Zhang Dashan's attack was easily deflected, leaving him feeling powerless and hopeless. He knew that he was facing an incredibly powerful enemy, one he could not match.
Zhang Dashan swallowed hard, feeling conflicted and fearful. He knew that he and Li Chunhua would be helpless if the man in front of them decided to act. Li Chunhua stood by, her face filled with worry and unease. She didn't know what was happening, but seeing the confrontation between Zhang Dashan and Lin Yu, she understood that something serious was going on.
"Who are you? Why did you break into my house?" Zhang Dashan asked nervously, still holding onto the iron hammer.
Lin Yu remained silent, scanning the room in an attempt to find items to rely on or an escape route. He knew that in this situation, clearly explaining their identities was their only choice.
Just then, the girl stepped out from behind Lin Yu. Her figure appeared so small and helpless in the dim light, yet with a hint of determination. Zhang Dashan's gaze fell on the girl, and to his surprise, he discovered that it was actually Xiao Yun.
"Xiao Yun?" Zhang Dashan said in disbelief, with a hint of tenderness and surprise in his eyes. He loosened his grip on the iron hammer, his tense expression slightly relaxing but still filled with doubt.
"Uncle Zhang," Xiao Yun said softly, a glint of tears in his eyes, "It's me. Please, please help us."
Zhang Dashan felt a pang of sadness in his heart. He knew that Xiao Yun was the youngest child of the the Xia Family, and the fact that this unfamiliar person - this Shadow Guard assassin - had brought Xiao Yun to find him meant that there must be an unknown story behind it.
Li Chunhua also saw Xiao Yun and immediately walked up to him, her eyes filled with compassion and concern. "Xiao Yun, how could it be you? What happened?"
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