Fleeting steps, Ye Chen dared not slack. He urgently ran around the field, absolutely not giving the opponent a living target. Ye Chen’s speed was also fast, making the little brothers feel like he was a re shadow.
The little brothers couldn’t understand how they were sparring, only seeing a white shadow pass by their eyes from ti to ti.
"Brother Chen... what’s he doing?" the little brothers curiously asked.
"This is a master sparring, don’t ask!" Nearby, Feng Zhixiao coldly laughed and replied. The little brothers suddenly realized, "So this is master sparring, Brother Chen is mighty!"
Suddenly, the scene was filled with the glint of knives and flashing swords. Ye Chen and the woman exchanged dozens of moves in an instant, making it truly difficult for ordinary people to catch their shadows. Only Feng Zhixiao and others could barely observe Ye Chen and the woman’s duel.
The two danced along the railing, where a slight carelessness could easily lead to a fall from five floors high, over ten ters of altitude. Ordinarily, falling would an certain death, but for them, there seed to be no problem. Just as Feng Zhixiao pondered whether the two would fall, Ye Chen dragged the woman’s arm and hurled them down.
The two instantly fell from the platform, startling the woman into a scream. She hurriedly clutched Ye Chen’s waist, while Ye Chen naturally held the woman’s waist, looking like intimate lovers descending from the sky. Luckily, they were powerful enough. Ye Chen quickly embraced the woman, hitting gently with his foot on the railing below, then plunged downward, bending each level’s railing under his feet. Thankfully, both landed safely.
Ye Chen looked into the woman’s eyes and couldn’t help but ask, "Who... who are you?! Why do you give a sense of familiarity?"
"Stop the nonsense!" The woman imdiately broke free from Ye Chen’s hand, then swiftly sprinted upwards, climbing five floors in just two or three moves. The woman grabbed Shaw and said, "Let’s go!"
"Huh?!" Shaw was stunned for a mont, then got pulled along by the woman and ran.
"Brothers, don’t let them get away!" Feng Zhixiao and others imdiately shouted. They all pulled out guns, and so even held crossbows ready to shoot. But Ye Chen imdiately scolded, "Stop, don’t harm her!"
"Brother Chen, they’re about to escape!" Feng Zhixiao hurriedly said.
"If they escape, they escape; you can run away as a monk but not the temple!" Ye Chen coldly laughed.
The little brothers put away their weapons and stood there. Li Tieniu’s injuries were not serious; it seed the woman showed rcy. At first glance, it looked severe, but there was actually no major harm. Li Tieniu asked, "Brother Chen, that woman showed rcy. If she hadn’t, my little life would probably be gone!"
"I know!" Ye Chen nodded and said, "I just saw it from the side. If she hadn’t shown rcy, your heart would’ve shattered!"
Sss...
Everyone gasped in shock. The woman could actually strike from afar. Feng Zhixiao was montarily stunned, then quickly pulled Li Tieniu aside to ask about his experience, presumably wanting to study the woman’s move just now.
"Brother Chen, what should we do now?" Da Hei asked.
"Kill all the mafia and Yakuza mbers, pour gasoline, and burn the bodies to destroy the evidence!" Ye Chen imdiately ordered.
"Yes!" The little brothers nodded one after another.
Over two hundred people gathered in the hall, machine guns set up at the entrance, then began a frenzied shooting. It was madness; it was bloodshed; it was slaughter... Every little brother watching felt as if the bullets penetrated their bodies, shattered their hearts, and splintered their skulls.
"Brother Chen, isn’t this too cruel?" Feng Zhixiao shrank his neck. Over two hundred people ant countless bullets.
"To forge a wolf-like and tiger-like force, they must learn cruelty and slaughter!" Ye Chen lightly smiled and said, "Our brothers lack neither passion, nor strength, nor ambition. What they lack is imrsion in blood, a recognition of slaughter!"
"Hmm!" Feng Zhixiao nodded.
The visceral reality of slaughter was laid bare before them. The blood of over two hundred enemies flowed from their bodies, turning the whole hall into a scene reminiscent of Asura Hell. The Death God graced the hall, ceaselessly using his scythe to harvest souls.
The little brothers stood silently at the door, observing the scene. They watched rciless tongues of fla seize lives. Throughout history, victory belonged to kings and defeat to bandits. Victors could decide the fate of losers—kill, or make them slaves. It was all just a matter of words.
"Pour gasoline!" Feng Zhixiao waved his hand and said.
Shhh... shhh...
Barrels upon barrels of gasoline were poured in, a pungent sll of gasoline spreading, as if the air itself was saturated with it. Feng Zhixiao stood at the door with a cigarette in his mouth, and after the little brothers finally finished all this, Feng Zhixiao sighed and said, "So things you can’t take with you when you die, so, one should enjoy life to the fullest while they’re alive!"
Saying this, Feng Zhixiao flicked the cigarette butt into the hall.
Boom...
A massive fla erupted instantly, the fire spread quickly, reaching up to the second floor in no ti, with so corpses inside dancing amidst the flas. The burning of the corpses created the illusion of them resurrecting. The little brothers were startled by what they saw.
"Damn, are they pretending to be dead?" Jiang Wei exclaid in shock.
"No, that’s the rigor mortis!" Da Hei chuckled beside him, "People die, but their spirits linger. My grandma told that so people’s souls stay near their bodies even after death..."
"Damn it, can you stop scaring ?" Jiang Wei cursed with irritation.
Watching the raging fire burn the five-story building to the ground, Ye Chen finally sighed, "After all this effort, it was all for nothing. We didn’t catch either Dongchuan or Shaw, just a few small fry, it’s so pointless!"
"Brother Chen, it wasn’t all in vain!" Feng Zhixiao nudged closer, with a smile, "Didn’t we get to see the Red Clothes Great Master from the Church Court? Didn’t expect her to be such a beauty, tsk-tsk, she’s stunning!"
"Pull back!" Ye Chen waved his hand.
Accompanied by a large entourage, they made their grand return. By the ti they returned to the Liu Family, it was already the following day’s early morning. Ye Chen packed his things and rushed off to the airport without a mont’s rest. Along the way, Feng Zhixiao curiously asked, "Brother Chen, what’s got you so hurried?"
"I need to quickly return to Jianghuai City!" Ye Chen frowned.
"Why?" Feng Zhixiao asked, puzzled.
"I need to verify so things!" Ye Chen smoked a cigarette.
Feng Zhixiao took Ye Chen to the airport and personally saw him onto the plane, then turned around and went back to the Liu Family. On the plane, Ye Chen’s mind kept replaying the image of that shadow, those beautiful eyes. He tried to sleep but was repeatedly startled awake: "No, no, it can’t be her, it mustn’t be Ms. Yan!"
Those eyes left a very deep impression on Ye Chen. Therefore, he had to go back and confirm. If he saw Ms. Yan at the Night Color Bar, then it would prove she wasn’t the Red Robe Sect Leader. Ye Chen fervently hoped that Ms. Yan was just Ms. Yan, and the Red Clothes Great Master was simply the Red Clothes Great Master; he prayed that the two people were not the sa.
At noon, Ye Chen got off the plane, hailed a taxi, and rushed to the Night Color Bar. At this hour, the Night Color Bar was still closed; its doors were tightly locked with a large red lock inside.
"Could it be..." Ye Chen had a bad premonition.
Ignoring all risks, he made a dive and jumped onto the wall, climbing up to the window in just a few moves. He nudged it lightly, finding it ajar but not locked, and jumped right in. The room was brightly lit, and on the bed, Ms. Yan was napping in a very casual sumr outfit. Although it was already the end of October, in Jianghuai, the southernmost border town, there was no hint of autumn’s chill—on the contrary, it was quite hot.
Phew...
Ye Chen imdiately breathed a sigh of relief. Ms. Yan had her back to him, her ivory back, the perfect curve of her waist, and her exquisite, perfectly rounded hips. Instantly, Ye Chen felt his blood heat up. Step by step, he walked towards Ms. Yan.
Ms. Yan seed to hear the footsteps, and instantly alert, she turned her head to see Ye Chen. Surprised, she said, "Chen, why... why did you co back?"
"Hmm, I missed you, so I ca back to see you!" Ye Chen smiled.
"Is that so!" Ms. Yan’s face turned pale, but she forced a smile and said, "Chen, make yourself at ho; I’m not feeling well... I think I have a fever!"
"Ah?!" Ye Chen was taken aback, rushed over, and touched her forehead, finding it hot like a sizzling iron plate. He quickly withdrew his hand and said, "Sister, why... why do you have such a high fever?"
"Yes, it’s been two days, I slept from yesterday to today, and the fever hasn’t subsided!" Ms. Yan’s face was sallow as she sighed weakly. Guilt roiled in Ye Chen’s heart instantly; Ms. Yan had been running a high fever for two days, yet he still suspected her of being the Red Clothes Great Master of the Church Court, which was utterly heartless. Ye Chen imdiately fetched clothes from the wardrobe for Ms. Yan, helped her dress, and anxiously said, "No, you must see a doctor right away!"
"Chen, I’m fine!" Ms. Yan weakly refused, but how could a frail woman resist a determined man?
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