Volume One, Chapter 83: Impersonation

“Why am I paired with the old charlatan?” Chen Fei asked, somewhat dissatisfied.

“Should we switch then? But I warn you, my skills aren’t exactly impressive,” Montage replied uncertainly, not quite sure about his own combat prowess.

“Don’t mind him. You’ll be with me. I’ll protect you,” I said, recounting everything that had happened during my time in Thailand. Wu Tian was deeply saddened by Azan Feng’s death and kept comforting me, urging me to let go. I officially arranged for Han Fei to start working at the shop. Wu Tian and Zhu Meijuan, out of respect for me, didn’t say much, but they still voiced their opinions.

“Why do these two stars attack together? What’s the reason, what explanation can you give?” The eccentric old man asked in a drawn-out voice, striking with his sword at the same time.

There was only one chance; the nest had to be wiped out. If we failed, there was no need to consider the consequences—death was the only outcome.

That was the plan, but when it came time to act, what should be done? Han Qiuming was at a loss, his eyes fixed on the distant figures, feeling an insurmountable gap and an overwhelming sense of defeat.

During a blood sacrifice, Zang Penghai lost an arm to An Ge. His martial prowess lay in his hands; though his stamina had recovered, a severed arm remained severed, impossible to restore. From now on, he would likely retire from the ranks of top fighters.

Zhang Chuchen and his companion held Li Jiancheng’s Prince Jin token. In this prison, it granted them absolute freedom. Although Li Er had imprisoned Bai Fan, he had not forbidden visits. Prince Jin was now the most powerful noble in the realm; besides the Emperor, who dare obstruct him?

“And me! All seven of us had the same idea!” The last to arrive was Lu Jialuo, leading the Shu family’s group.

On the other side, though Liu Yiyi could not speak, listening to Han Qiuming and Ye Zhenzhen’s conversation made her sigh repeatedly and shake her head. She glanced about several times, as if wanting to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

At least in the entire Black Dragon system, no cosmic pirates or raiders dared challenge Duke Andes.

What was this? Roughly tearing open the clothes, pulling out a dagger to slice the flesh, and sure enough, another storage ring was found inside.

Yet this thought only flashed through my mind. Over there, Xiao Yao had already joined Xiang Feng, and Yin Qingyu immediately squeezed in, wedged between the two, acting especially childish.

She obediently responded, but just then, the sound of an ambulance’s siren echoed in the distance. Even from the fourth floor of the teaching building, the piercing siren could be heard below, drawing closer.

Yongle and Xia Chujun had already been seated for a quarter of an hour, and the servants of the Yan Prince’s residence brought them tea.

The reason it fled here was because there were no others, only the two of us. If it fought now, it no longer needed to fear those guns.

Early in the morning, the people An Ge sent to the hospital returned with news: Xia Qi had suffered severe head trauma. Though her life was no longer in danger, there was no telling when she might awaken.

Later, when I was utterly exhausted, An Ge took me home. The whole time, he kept calling Mu Ying, but her phone was always off.

She opened her eyes unwillingly, but finally could no longer hold on and collapsed, her body sliding off the carriage and falling to the ground.

In the afternoon, Mu Yingchen called to ask about Mei Feng’s situation. Xiao Zitian responded blandly.

“Alright, alright, I got it. You always use Awu to threaten me,” the eldest brother pouted unhappily.

Thinking it over, it must have been when Wang Wan and the others were kidnapped, and something happened when she went to rescue them. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be acting so strangely.

He finally understood: endlessly rambling was pointless. Please trust me this once; I never considered that anyone would continue forward as he did. No matter what, he knew he would have to explain everything clearly. I had never had any reason to break down like her again.