Leap Forward Comics: Watch How I Become a Villainess

Chapter 228 Exhilarating Action Scenes

“Zheng Ming, listen to me quietly. I only have doubts right now,” Lu He carefully soothed Zheng Ming’s emotions. “After you hear this, just be calm and don’t panic.”

"what?"

“I suspect there’s another hidden space in this secret room, and Zhang Dian might be watching you from there,” Lu He said softly, afraid of startling Zheng Ming.

Zheng Ming paused for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Okay, I'm listening. And then?"

"Don't panic. Do you see that oil painting on the wall that's as big as a door? That's a hidden door. Open it and run out..."

"Wait for me at that door in five minutes..." Zheng Ming said, then hung up.

"No, what do you mean? Hello? Hello? Damn it, he hung up!" Lu He was furious. He was really causing me trouble. Couldn't they just follow the plan peacefully?

She had no choice but to rush out of the room without stopping, racing against time to reach the garage.

She encountered the housekeeper and servants on the way and wanted to greet them, but seeing their unpleasant expression and hurried demeanor, she didn't go up to them.

Opening the garage door, Lu He took out his keys and nimbly and stylishly hopped onto a black heavy motorcycle.

The motorcycle had sharp lines, and its metal shell gleamed coldly in the afterglow, like a wild beast poised to pounce.

Lu He nimbly put on his helmet, bent down, and firmly gripped the handlebars, instantly becoming one with the steel behemoth.

"Do you need to exchange for the motorcycle driving skill?" the system suddenly asked abruptly.

Lu He snorted coldly: "No need, I already know how!" Her words were drowned out by the sound of the engine.

With a deep rumble, the motorcycle engine started, its roar sending a slight shiver down the ground.

The motorcycle snaked out like a black dragon, leaving only a trail of afterimage light from its taillights...

The wind whistled past her ears, making her clothes flutter.

She skillfully maneuvered the motorcycle, weaving nimbly through traffic, causing surrounding vehicles to swerve to avoid her.

The motorcycle traced a graceful arc precisely along the curves of the street, like a black dragon in flight.

In the distance, there was another intersection, but the traffic light was about to turn red.

Lu He frowned deeply, but showed no sign of slowing down.

Time is of the essence. Zheng Ming's situation is critical right now, so we can't worry about anything else. Besides, this is a comic book world...

She twisted the accelerator hard, and the speed increased instead of decreasing. At the last second, she passed through the intersection like a ghost, leaving only screams from passersby.

Passersby on both sides of the street cast amazed glances, some even stopping to stare in disbelief at the swiftly passing figure.

With her long hair flying wildly in the wind beneath her helmet, Lu He moved through the city like Batman from the superhero world.

Meanwhile, Zheng Ming, having just hung up Lu He's call, began to look around the secret room.

He glanced at the location of the canvas and confirmed the exit.

Then he sat down at the computer and focused intently on browsing through the suspect's information on the screen.

The clicking of the mouse was particularly jarring in the silent, enclosed room; the clicking sound was as tense as a hypnotic spell.

After plugging in the USB drive, Zheng Ming downloaded as much data as possible while carefully listening to the sounds coming from the secret room. He was facing the exit, but his back was also to the hidden space.

There was an artistic painting on the wall in that direction, depicting an abstract creature with wide-open eyes.

Behind that eye was actually a cat's eye, and beneath that cat's eye were a pair of fierce and cunning eyes observing from inside the observation room.

Time passed second by second, and Zheng Ming vaguely sensed a sinister aura behind him.

His intuition told him that danger was approaching.

But he didn't turn around or show any unusual behavior. Instead, he pretended to be focused on the computer data, but in reality, he was already poised to strike.

Suddenly, Zheng Ming felt a slight breeze coming from behind him. He knew that Zhang Dian had come out!

Relying on his years of fighting experience and intuition, Zheng Ming instinctively dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the blade that was grazing his neck.

At the same time, he quickly turned around to face Zhang Dian directly.

Zhang Dian held a gleaming dagger in his hand. He tossed the knife with a flourish, licked his chapped lips, and looked like he had been waiting for a long time.

With a sinister laugh, Zhang Dian raised his hand and lunged viciously at Zheng Ming.

Although Zheng Ming was young and inexperienced, he was agile and, while dodging, delivered a heavy punch to Zhang Dian's cheek.

Zhang Dian hadn't expected this kid to know kung fu, and missed his chance to block. Although he managed to deflect most of the force, he still took a swing punch.

He staggered backward in pain, shook his hand, and staggered a bit, but quickly regained his balance and charged forward again, brandishing his dagger.

Frustrated by his opponent's knife, Zheng Ming was forced to retreat steadily. Zhang Dian's knife was both insidious and ruthless; Zheng Ming couldn't believe he had never killed anyone.

The file racks along the wall were knocked over and scattered all over the floor.

The two of them circled around in the secret room, locked in a stalemate.

Zheng Ming, being a fighter by training, gradually figured out Zhang Dian's attack patterns.

He pretended to be caught off guard, twisted his ankle, and was about to fall.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Dian immediately rushed forward, intending to deliver the final blow.

Unexpectedly, a feinting step tricked Zhang Dian into making a big move. Zheng Mingjian was already prepared and seized the opportunity to grab Zhang Dian's arm, forcefully throwing him towards the wall.

Caught off guard, Zhang Dian crashed into the wall, dropping the knife from his hand. Zheng Ming rushed over and kicked it away, sending the knife flying a great distance.

Zhang Dian tried to pick up the knife again, but Zheng Ming grabbed him around the waist and they started fighting. Zheng Ming wasn't afraid of the thugs without their knives.

He fled, he was pursued, but he could not escape.

The two scuffled all the way to the vicinity of the oil painting. Seeing that he was no match for Zheng Ming, Zhang Dian tried to push him away and ran away, reaching for the doorknob.

The moment the door opened, sunlight streamed in from the street. Before Zhang Dian could even greet the light, he saw a dark figure approaching from afar, and then everything went black.

Lu He's flying kick came at just the right time. Zheng Ming caught Zhang Dian, who was kicked back, and with a backhand grappling move, pinned him to the ground, unable to move.