Chapter 1177: Chapter 643: Deadly Question (4-in-1 Bonus) _3
Walking to a steep pass, the sound of the wind moaned.
Chen Yi suddenly stopped.
"What’s wrong?" A vigilant elder asked, his voice hoarse.
Chen Yi slowly turned around, didn’t answer, but raised his hand.
Sword Qi was silent.
Cold light flashed and then disappeared.
Two heads wrapped in black robes, with expressions of frozen astonishment, rolled onto the cold snow, blood quickly blossoming into two eye-catching red flowers on the white snow.
Chen Yi didn’t even glance at the corpses; he turned and vanished into the wind and snow, leaving only chaos behind, the bloodstains swiftly covered by snow.
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"Brother Chen, were the people delivered?"
"Delivered, it was much simpler this time."
"Old brother didn’t trick you, did he?"
"Old brother is loyal!"
"Hey, you talk about loyalty with me, old brother has been making money here for so long, loyalty is a duty, it’s all about making money with brothers, here, take it!"
"This, it’s too much..."
"Take it!"
"In the future, even if the goods are seized or people are caught, I, Chen Ming, will never drag you down. In Jianghu, it’s all about righteousness!"
"That remark is seeing me as an outsider, even if you drag old brother down, old brother won’t say a word against you."
"Old brother!"
"Little brother!"
.........
One day.
The hustle and bustle of the gambling den was interrupted by heavy, oppressive footsteps.
Three figures dressed in strange black tight uniforms, wearing ferocious metal masks, appeared like phantoms.
They emitted a cold, bloody aura, completely discordant with the smoky atmosphere of the gambling den.
The housekeeper was startled, hurriedly nodding and bowing to greet the few into a private quiet room to meet Yan Kan.
The leader among the masked men spoke, his voice like metal scraping, cold as ice: "Yan Kan, leader."
Yan Kan’s heart skipped a beat, quickly standing up, his face full of a flattering smile: "Honored envoy! What brings you here? Please sit!"
The masked man sat immediately, Yan Kan offered tea to the guests and then sat opposite.
"Good tea, Yan Kan, leader, has good taste."
"Oh, thanks to your care, otherwise I wouldn’t be drinking such good tea." Yan Kan responded attentively: "All fortunate, all fortunate, maybe you want to play a round later."
"No need to play, we just stopped by to ask a couple of questions."
"What business would be worth stopping by for? Is this year’s tribute money going to increase?" Yan Kan’s face still carried a smile, but his heart felt a sting.
The masked man shook his head, Yan Kan sighed in relief, then asked:
"Then what is it?"
"You have always been efficient, rarely have mishaps, but recently..." The masked man paused: "Several elders sent for escort haven’t returned, do you have any idea?"
Yan Kan first frowned, retorting: "What idea do you have, envoy?"
After asking, he suddenly realized, froze for a moment.
His smile changed instantly, cold sweat poured out, he said: "Seven...seven of them? All...all still missing? Impossible! The people crossing can’t be many, only sent the most reliable each time, this, this..."
"Reliable?" Another masked man let out a cold laugh like a night owl, catching something in Yan Kan’s expression, a hint of murderous intent in his voice, "Of those seven, none have returned."
"But every time they were sent across safely! I had spies watching," Yan Kan replied, "There must be some misunderstanding! Maybe something happened along the way..."
"Don’t panic, you are loyal, we are not here to trouble you."
Aware of his loss of composure, Yan Kan regained calm, laughed a few times, then said: "Rest assured, I’ll definitely investigate this matter, I’ll give you an initial account later."
With that, he stood up: "I’ll have someone come in for interrogation, tell him to come in and get money, I’ll ask clearly."
Knock, knock, knock!
A sudden knocking resounded, Yan Kan laughed apologetically, "No need to call, must be lost in gambling."
Saying that, he opened the door.
As soon as the figure stepped inside, Yan Kan reprimanded: "Who told you to knock? No manners?!"
"Slap!!"
Before finishing, he was slapped fiercely, stunned, rage rising, he was about to curse, then got slapped again.
Yan Kan staggered back, dazed from the blows, fell back onto the ground.
"The Zige Bureau is investigating," Chen Yi lifted the waist badge in his hand, "Brother Yan, please don’t be unwise."
Yan Kan stared wide-eyed, frozen in place, blood rushing up, instantly fainted.
Chen Yi turned and slammed the private room door shut, sealing off the din outside, under the dim light, he casually kicked Yan Kan’s unconscious body into the corner.
His intrusion stirred waves upon waves,
The originally seated masked men immediately leaped up,
Under the icy metal masks, their gaze like a tangible force locked onto Chen Yi.
Suspended, the air in the room froze instantly.
The leading masked man was the tallest and brawniest, drawing a strange weapon from his back, neither a typical sword nor saber but a nearly five-foot-long dark metal Bone Flute, the slender one on the left slid his hand around his waist, now holding ten dark green Flying Dart Iron Shuttles, while the one on the right drew a pair of heavy back-curved knives from his waist.
Three distinctly different but equally lethal killing intents like invisible nets enveloped Chen Yi.
Chen Yi’s clothes billowed without wind, his invisible Sword Intent, like mercury spilling, accurately and dominantly slicing into the trio’s encircling killing intents, forcefully creating a space of his own in the airtight snare.
Yet his expression remained indifferent, he didn’t even glance at the three masked men treating him as a severe threat.
