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Book 15: Chapter 74

“Wait.” Tie Hanyi’s statement stopped Ming Feizhen’s train of thought. “Yellow Prince?”

Both of them pinched their brows. Ming Feizhen suddenly raising his voice frightened Tie Hanyi for a second.

“Your surprise is understandable. I don’t know how he has a grudge deep enough to send an assassin after you when he is far away on the frontlines. The strangest thing is that Feng Qizhi, who has always been His Highness Blue Prince’s subordinate, is working for His Highness Yellow Prince this time.”

Ming Feizhen thought all that was left in regards to the assassination was baiting Emperor’s Entourage into tracking down Feng Qizhi to stop Feng Qizhi’s dispatcher. He didn’t expect Emperor’s Entourage to find a different outcome to his initial assumption. Since Feng Qizhi accepted Blue Prince’s mission to carry out the situation and promised Yellow Prince he would assassinate Ming Feizhen, Ming Feizhen was left unsure who was after his life… or if both Princes were after him. After combing through the information, Ming Feizhen felt he had become part of a murder scene, and his tingling detective senses warned him that there was a major homicide conspiracy behind the scenes.

“Brother Tie, would you be able to tell me where you learnt that from?”

Tie Hanyi slightly tugged up a corner of his lips. “I… can’t really tell you that.”

“What are you here for if you can’t tell me? Take it as a debt I owe you. I will ensure you are repaid in the future. Tianhu won’t have a reason to give you guys a hard time now. I’ll have him apologise to you. Remember, he still owes me a manure hair wash.”

Tie Hanyi wagged his hand. “I have even more unimaginable details for you once you can find the witch from Demon Sect. I will tell you my source and how the full background story. Right now, though, I apologise.”

Tie Hanyi was average at fighting, but he was a fantastic employee who specialised in riding waves and keeping secrets. He got up to leave, but he turned back to add, “Last thing. You should honestly stop flirting with new girls on account of your status now. Girls from Mount Lu Sword Sanctuary, in particular, are hard to shake off.”

Ming Feizhen repeatedly thanked Tie Hanyi for the advice. He got the message about making sure to eat his fill.

Ming Feizhen hoped to ask Tie Hanyi if the latter knew anything about Bu Xusan’s whereabouts. Instead of resolving one problem, however, he added another problem to his table. Now he had to be wary of Yellow Prince, too.

Ming Feizhen yawned as he found Miss Ling standing still. He surprised himself when he was able to gently pat her on the shoulder. He used just enough strength to prompt her to dodge, yet she didn’t even react once he had on her shoulder. It took her a while before she looked over her shoulder, only to then turn back as if there was something she couldn’t miss, so Ming Feizhen followed her line of sight.

The pub was usually busy, but it was quiet today as everyone was standing around one table. It was easy for Ming Feizhen to see over the crowd thanks to his height.

Seated on one side of the table was a tall and muscular man. His veins were bulging up to the surface of his temples, while his visible shoulder veins extended to his chest. He had a big executioner blade beside him, befitting his appearance. Notwithstanding all the alcohol around, the smell of blood from it still reeked.

Seated opposite him was an elder with an appearance as ordinary as his old tattered attire. If it wasn’t for his sporadic blinks, one would’ve thought he was fossilised.

Not long after Ming Feizhen started watching, the muscular man laughed and picked up a big, juicy piece of mouth with his chopsticks to wolf down. As he munched away, he raised a thumb and asked, “We have been at this for fourteen hours, yet you have not budged. To be frank, it is unlikely anything will change even if we continue for another fourteen hours. Are you sure you want to continue wasting your time?”

The elder, despite having a low and raspy voice, had such a high-pitched voice that gave the impression he hadn’t spoken in a long time. “You are the one who is impressive, sparing this old man from stress. This old one does not have much longer in this world. There is no wasted time when he is just living each day as it comes.”

“In that case, how about you back down first and spare me?”

The elder smiled. “This old one cannot back down.”

Continuing to eat without looking at the elder, the muscular man questioned, “My family left behind the people and items. It is first come first serve in the pugilistic world. Is there anything unclear about that?”

“It sounds like you are ignorant of the principles of banditry. It is every man who sees it has a share. Why would this old one be an exception?”

The muscular man slammed the table. “Are you saying you want to see my skills?”

The elder wiped the table for the man but didn’t wipe away his smile. “This old one merely wishes to negotiate with you.”

Nobody else made a sound.

When the muscular man slammed the table, he plunged the chopsticks into the table as if the pair was part of the table. When the elder wiped the table, he somehow drew the chopsticks out of the table and slid them back to the muscular man.

It was a simple matter to smash a timber table apart once an internal discipline practitioner reached a certain strength threshold. To plunge the chopsticks in without the table breaking any extra millimetre or sending them through, however, was a demonstration that the individual could also control their output at will. To be able to extract the chopsticks from the table without any obvious signs of it taking place was another demonstration of extreme fluidity.

Ling Jialan remarked to Ming Feizhen, “You really aren’t useless…”

“I never was.”

“We were right to come here.” Ling Jialan probably wasn’t even sure that she was speaking to Ming Feizhen because she was fixated on the two at the table. “Those two… are elites.”

Ming Feizhen folded his arms.

Elites? Where?

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