Chapter 1419: Chapter 82: This Vengeance, This Wine!
"We are their family."
Fang Che interrupted.
"This matter... can we discuss it after we’ve thoroughly investigated it?"
Qi Lie hesitated: "Acting rashly might make us a laughingstock or draw criticism... then our good intentions would backfire, and we’d tarnish the face of the deceased hero."
"Alright. Let’s get to work first."
Fang Che took a deep breath, his gaze resolute.
Song Yidao rubbed his bald head, muttering, "An eleven-year-old child, an eleven-year-old kid... how... how could they..."
No wonder Song Yidao was puzzled.
To anyone, eleven years old is still a child, but how could there be such a malicious child in this world?
"Are all children innocent and naive?"
Fang Che sneered, "Do you two Hall Masters know that there’s a bird in this world called the cuckoo?"
He stood up, saying lightly, "Once the Fang Family’s matters are settled, the Life and Death Patrol Team will immediately move into Baixiang Continent."
He took a deep breath, saying, "I will go see... that eleven-year-old, innocent child!"
...
Walking out of the tea room.
Fang Che made his way to the courtyard.
The banquet in the front hall was still in full swing.
The place was bustling with people.
At the wedding, everyone was full of joy. But Zuo Guanglie and Ju Xiu Shui would never have this day. It was the day they once longed for the most.
But it would never come in their lives.
Fang Che tilted his head up, closing his eyes against the night sky.
He seemed to see Zuo Guanglie’s face again.
His eyes were staring straight at him.
He was questioning.
"Fang Che, is this what you mean by taking good care of her?!"
Fang Che kept his eyes closed, not opening them for a long time.
The laughter seemed to suddenly drift away from him, night winds howling as they brushed past his body.
His clothes fluttered in the wind.
Another scene seemed to appear before his eyes: Zuo Guanglie and Ju Xiu Shui both wearing festive red outfits, red candles reflecting their mutual gaze and slight smiles.
"Thousands of lights all rest on my shoulders; the life and death of all people, rest on me!"
Fang Che murmured.
He felt a pang of pain in his heart.
If in the end it’s discovered that Ju Xiu Shui died at the hands of this so-called Hero Family of Baixiang Continent, how tragic and ironic would that be?
In his mind’s eye, he saw Ju Xiu Shui, that brave, radiant woman, wielding a long sword, her ponytail bouncing, racing through the dark night.
She was fighting desperately for Baixiang Continent!
But when she caught up and engaged with the fugitive, she was secretly attacked by those ’friendly forces’.
Her tall figure collapsed slowly in despair.
In the last moments of her life, what was she thinking? What would she think?
Could a heroic woman rest in peace after dying like this?
This is the city she spent her life protecting; these are the people for whom she gave her all to protect!
Fang Che clenched his fists tightly.
Crack, crack...
His knuckles made a loud popping noise.
He kept his eyes closed, softly, seemingly to himself, seemingly to Zuo Guanglie and Ju Xiu Shui in the heavens, slowly said: "Massacre has never been the best method."
"But sometimes, only massacre can deter!"
"The Demons shock the world because they dare to kill!"
"And sometimes, people fear the Demons but not us, because they know we don’t dare to kill!"
"But some justice must be made known to the world through extreme means!"
"To allow this world to be a little cleaner! To prevent those evil spirits from showing themselves!"
"I will reclaim this justice! No matter... who stands behind them!"
"This is the oath of Fang Che!"
"You can rest assured!"
The night wind howled past, carrying Fang Che’s murmurs away, as if delivering his oath directly to the Nine Heavens!
...
Qi Lie and Song Yidao went back to the table to drink, and no one asked them about anything.
It seemed as if nothing had happened.
But several hall masters who once shared a table noticed something: Fang Che did not come out to drink again.
He had said before that he would sit down and drink at the last table.
But he didn’t come.
Everyone knew in their hearts and continued to chat and laugh as if nothing had happened.
Even without Fang Che’s reminder, these astute hall masters wouldn’t say a word.
Because... there’s no wall in the world that doesn’t let the wind through.
If, in a moment of impatience, they ruined Inspector Fang’s major plan, then their tenure as a hall master might come to an end.
On this day, throughout the entire night.
The Fang Family’s lights stayed bright.
Everyone cheerfully dispersed.
"Ninth Brother, I got married."
"From now on, I’ll settle in Bibo City. You don’t have to worry about anything over here."
"If needed, get me a new identity, and I’ll do things under that new identity."
"Fang Yunzheng died three thousand years ago, and will never appear again. I understand!"
"Reassure Big Brother Feng Yunqi on my behalf; tell him I’m doing secret tasks for you and cannot contact the outside world, and that in three years, I will go to him to confess."
Kan Ke City.
Dongfang Sansan sat alone atop a high platform.
The mountain winds howled, making his white clothes flutter wildly in the wind.
In front of him, there was a table with nine small dishes.
A pot of wine.
He looked at the words on the Communication Jade.
Revealing a joyful smile, he slowly poured himself a full glass of wine, raised it and drank it in one go: "Brother, congratulations to you!"
His face was full of unreserved smiles, with a long-lost complete relaxation.
He sat there drinking alone, yet it was as if he was surrounded by many friends, full of the joys of life.
On the table, there were seven other glasses of fine wine.
After finishing a glass of wine, he slowly poured the remaining wine in the seven glasses onto the ground.
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