It's better to be open and honest rather than secretive and suspicious, as being overly cautious can lead to being taken advantage of by others.

  He instinctively lowered his shoulders and turned his head, with his empty left hand curved behind him to counterattack.

  "Slap."

  Something hard and heavy slammed into the shoulder of Xiang Liang, if he hadn't reacted in time, this heavy blow would have landed on his head, his foundation in martial arts saved his life at this moment.

  A piercing pain shot through his body, rapidly spreading from his shoulders to the rest of him. His body swayed towards the dawn as he tried to turn around, but it was too late. Another gust of cold wind struck, heading straight for his head once again.

  What a ruthless and poisonous killing move.

  He made a sudden horse stance and crouched down, sinking his body straight down.

  Another "bang" sound, slammed on the door in front of Xiang Tianliang.

  The time was delayed and the moment was swift, counterattacking towards dawn.

  He was seen supporting his left leg, making a turn on the spot, and his right leg swept out in a whirlwind.

  The attacker underestimated the speed of Xiang Tianliang's counterattack and was caught off guard, his chest hit by Xiang Tianliang's right leg before stumbling backward several steps.

  Xiang Tianliang finally won the chance to turn around.

  The person who retreated to the window was a man in black, with his face and hair covered, revealing only a pair of small eyes. He was not tall and slightly thin, looking like a martial artist at first glance.

  He looked up at the sky and saw clearly the weapons in the hands of the men in black, and couldn't help but be shocked. They were two iron bars about 20-30 cm long. If he had been hit on the head just now, he would have definitely fallen to the ground.

  Four eyes met, and they both knew that the other was no ordinary person, each waiting for the other to make the first move.

  "The hero under the bed, your move is quite vicious." Tian Liang said coldly.

  "He's indeed living up to his reputation." The man in black replied.

  He kicked out with one leg towards the sky, and his opponent surprisingly recognized it as the ancestral transmission of the invincible skill of the Xiang family.

  "Alright, come at me again."

  Before his words had fallen, Xiang Tianliang's right leg had already shot out like a whip.

  "Good arrival." The man in black growled in a low voice, the two iron clubs in his hand facing Tian Liang's right leg.

  Unexpectedly, Xiang Tianliang's right leg was just a feint, and when it almost touched the iron rod of the black-clad man, it suddenly withdrew.

  At the same time, with his left leg on the ground, he bent and kicked, incredibly rising from the ground and kicking the black-clothed man's abdomen.

  The man in black caught off guard, clutching his abdomen, retreated back to the window.

  "The man in black angrily asked: 'Youngster, what is this move?'"

  "Haha, Hurricane Eighteen Legs is heading home, didn't you know?" Xiang Tianliang said with a mischievous grin.

  "Eighteen spinning legs back home, always using right leg and never left leg, you don't have this move."

  "This is what I invented, the 19th move of the Whirlwind Kick, want to try it again?"

  "You stinky little brat, you've had enough."

  Suddenly, the black-clad man's gaze shifted towards the bed.

  Xiang Tianliang thought the black-clad man was going to attack Liu Qingqing on the bed, so he immediately took a step forward, grabbed a piece of clothing from the head of the bed, and prepared to counterattack the black-clad man's offense.

  Unexpectedly, as Xiang Tianliang walked towards the window, the man in black suddenly stood up and leaned back, his entire body flipping out of the window.

  "Damn it." He cursed towards Tian Liang, rushed to the window and jumped down without hesitation.

  This was a lawn in the backyard, just as the sky had brightened and the sun had risen, the man in black had already jumped over the two-meter-high brick wall and plunged into the river.

  Couldn't catch up, shaking head in frustration towards the bright sky, stomping foot and turning back.

  At this moment, he saw a flash of light from the window of the study on the first floor.

  No good, there's still someone in the study.

  Xiang Tianliang rushed to the window and held his breath, looking inside. It was pitch black and he couldn't see anything. He reached out and gently touched the window, which was slightly ajar.

  He paused for a moment, and his fingers tapped against the window glass once.

  There was indeed someone in the study room, and a knock on the door startled him.

  The door creaked open and a black figure flashed by.

  Xiang Tian Liang didn't pursue any further, because based on his understanding of Fei Long, if he wanted to hide something, it wouldn't be so simple for someone to find. Even if he were to chase, he might not necessarily catch up. It's better to use the tactic of " mantis stalking cicada, oriole waiting behind" and go in to see what's left.

  Tonight is really a gathering of heroes.

  The sky was bright, and the window was open. When I turned on the light, I saw that Yu Feilong's study was in a mess. He had already forgotten what it originally looked like. I thought to myself, if Yu Feilong comes back and sees this, he will be heartbroken. Those vases and jars were all broken into pieces, and the old books on the two bookshelves were scattered all over the floor.

  The question is, will Yu Feilong hide the old director's three notebooks in the study? If they are hidden in the study, are they still there? Also, who is the black-clad person in the bedroom? Who is the person in the study? Are they in cahoots with each other? Are they ordinary thieves or did they specifically come for the old director's three notebooks?

  Also, if Yu Feilong hadn't hidden Old Director's three notebooks in the study, where would he have hidden them?

  Fei Long's villa has two floors, with the most important rooms being the study on the first floor and the bedroom on the second floor.

  Yes, the bedroom on the second floor.

  Tian Liang stepped on the stairs and hastily returned to the bedroom on the second floor.

  Liu Qingqing was sleeping soundly, a snow-white small leg exposed outside the quilt, he approached quietly to admire it for a while, damn, what great stuff.

  Suddenly, Liu Qingqing, who was asleep, turned over and murmured in her sleep.

  "It's dawn... You stupid kid, you tricked me into drinking so much wine... I'm not done with you..."

  Tian Liang was startled and saw that Liu Qingqing was motionless again. He then softly said, "Sister Liu, I'm not stupid."

  The structure of this bedroom is a suite, one side connected to the bathroom and living room, the other side is Liu Qingqing's exclusive room, inside in addition to her performance clothes, there is also her small study.

  There was no place to hide things in the bedroom, let alone the bathroom and living room. With a rough glance upwards, he turned around and pushed open Liu Qingqing's private room.

  Six rows of clothes racks, all sorts of costumes dazzling to the eye. He didn't have the heart to appreciate them and walked straight to the desk near the window, sat down in a rattan chair, his eyes searching the bookshelf against the wall.

  Xiang Tian Liang knew that this was Liu Qingqing's exclusive room, and Yu Feilong rarely came in. Would he hide things here?

  The desk had seven drawers of different sizes, all of which were unlocked. He opened them one by one towards the morning light, but there was nothing he wanted inside.

  The gaze directed at the sky turned back to the bookshelf again.

  The bookshelf has seven layers, neatly stacked with various drama books, especially Yue Opera books, which occupy most of the space.

  Only the bottom layer, lying flat were five thick books tied together with a red rope. When Tian Liang picked them up and took a look, they turned out to be this year's newly released "Qinghe City Annals". They were brand new, each one still wrapped in white paper strips, clearly unread.

  He looked disappointed and casually put the five volumes of "Qinghe City Annals" back on the bookshelf.

  Suddenly, Tian Liang's left ear twitched and jumped, and he was stunned.