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Along the way, everyone had different thoughts. Warren Earl intentionally and unintentionally sought topics of conversation, trying to engage Bu without revealing his intentions. However, Bu did not know the woman at all, so there was naturally nothing to discuss.
With no results, Warren Earl had to give up. As the carriage moved forward, everyone quickly returned to the Aldra Family residence.
After dinner, Bu excused himself, citing fatigue from the battle. Faced with such an excuse, Warren Earl could not insist on keeping him longer and pretended to care by advising him to rest well, smiling as he watched Bu leave.
The journey back was silent. Once they returned to the guest house, Bu instructed Locke to check the surroundings of the room while he casually lay down on the bed to rest.
Outside the guest house, several teams of guards patrolled diligently, ensuring tight security. Warren Earl had stationed these guards not only for Bu's safety but also for a more important purpose: to monitor his every move.
After a while, Locke approached Bu and slightly bowed his head, looking at Bu Qing and shaking his head lightly.
Bu let out a slight sigh of relief and pulled Locke down beside him, whispering, "What happened today?"
Locke's expression darkened at Bu's question. His dry voice became even more somber: "She is Amy, the woman I have always liked. She used to be so beautiful, but for my sake, she has become what she is now."
"What? For you? Become like this? What do you mean?" Upon hearing Locke's words, Bu became somewhat agitated and quickly pressed for further details, curiosity evident on his face.
Glancing at his master, Locke interrupted, "This is not the time for that. Amy told me that someone will come tonight to assassinate you.
The person’s strength is very strong, at Intermediate Level 4, far beyond what Benson was capable of. Moreover, Benson’s attempt on your life was also directed by this person."
"Oh?" Bu Wei expressed surprise; the hidden hand behind it all was finally about to surface. "How did she know?"
Seemingly anticipating Bu's question, Locke calmly explained: "Amy was originally instructed by that person to use Moonlight Powder on you. However, my appearance made her change her mind."
“Moonlight Powder?” Bu Mei frowned.
“It is an alchemical product with tracking effects that emits a dazzling light at night. However, this light can only be observed through a special alchemical lens; it cannot be detected by the naked eye,” Locke added.
After Locke's explanation, Bu Mei fell into deep thought, realizing the seriousness of the situation.
The opponent was powerful and cunning. Even before making a move, their hidden methods were intricately connected, clearly intending to eliminate him once and for all.
An Intermediate Level 4 powerhouse was not something Bu Mei could handle at his current stage. Even if he activated the Blood Baron transformation, the gap would still remain; he would not stand a chance against a single attack from such an opponent.
Bu Mei might have a slim chance of killing a weaker Intermediate Level opponent, but against a formidable foe at Intermediate Level 4, he had no means of resistance.
A martial artist at Intermediate Level 4 could unleash tremendous power with every movement. In a fully unleashed state, they could withstand the combined assault of seven or eight Intermediate Level fighters.
Indeed, the power gap after Intermediate Level was exaggerated; for instance, someone like Sean Sterling, an Intermediate Level 5 Archmage, could easily kill thirty or forty Intermediate Level martial artists.
“Do you have a plan, Master?” Seeing Bu Mei lost in thought, Locke couldn't help but ask.
Bu Mei turned to look at Locke and then smiled, saying, “To untie the bell, one must first tie it. I do have a plan, but I think with your intellect, you’ve probably already figured it out.”
“Is it Moonlight Powder?” Locke asked uncertainly.
Bu Mei lightly nodded and replied with a half-smile, “Moonlight Powder is the key; I trust you wouldn’t overlook that.”
"Don't worry, Master." Locke chuckled softly, pulling out a clever paper pouch from his bosom and handing it to Bu.
Receiving the pouch, Bu opened it slightly to take a look and found a pinch of transparent powder particles inside. He leaned closer to sniff it and discovered that this so-called Moonlight Powder had no scent at all.
"Locke, how is Sister Amy doing?" Bu resealed the pouch containing the Moonlight Powder and looked at Locke.
"Rest assured, Master. I have already instructed Amy to report back; the mission has been completed." Locke understood what Bu was referring to and immediately reassured him.
"In that case, will she be implicated afterward?" Bu Shuang frowned slightly.
Although he knew that Locke would never harm Amy due to his feelings for her, there were always unforeseen circumstances.
"After I had her report back, she quickly concealed her whereabouts and we agreed on the next meeting place. With Amy's cleverness, she should be fine; you need not worry, Master." Hearing Bu's concern warmed Locke's heart, and he explained.
"Alright then, if that's the case, I can relax. Next, we'll execute a switcheroo, and then... use someone else's knife to kill." A slight smile appeared at the corner of Bu's mouth as he gripped the hilt of his sword, seemingly determined to seize his own fate.
Locke's eyes brightened; this aligned perfectly with his own thoughts.
"Locke, gather all the guards outside into the courtyard. In a game like this, I can't make my moves alone. I'll need to rely on my cheap uncle as well." With a sly grin, Bu had no intention of letting Warren Earl stay out of it. Good steel should be used on sharp blades; now was the time to drag Warren Earl into the fray.
Just as Bu was plotting against Warren Earl, at that moment, Warren Earl was also preparing to take action against him.
In the study of the Aldra Family mansion, Warren Earl sat at his desk, facing Wendy's slender figure standing gracefully before him.
"Are you willing to do what I just asked?" A deep voice came from Warren Earl as his fingers lightly tapped on the table. In the silent study, the atmosphere felt oppressive.
Wendy bit her lip, her eyes revealing a complex struggle. Her voice came out as if forced, extremely difficult: "Father, must it be this way? Brent... he is innocent."
Seeing his daughter in such a sorrowful state, Warren Earl felt a mix of helplessness and pity, but his resolve only strengthened.
"You should understand, Wendy, that you are a descendant of the Aldra Family, of noble status. I will not allow you to be with Brent. Even if he has some merits, he does not deserve to have you. If you refuse to do as I say, I will not force you, but I will kill him."
"Please, Father!" Wendy was terrified by her father's threatening words; her face turned pale, and fear shone in her eyes.
Warren Earl stood up and slowly walked to Wendy's side. He gently stroked her azure hair and said with a hint of sorrow, "This is for your own good. You must understand that being born into the Aldra Family means you must always prioritize the family's honor above all else. In matters of love, you have no choice.
Moreover, does Brent truly like you? If he likes you, why has he been distancing himself lately? Why is he entangled with other girls?" Warren Earl's tone was filled with persuasion; he aimed to pull his daughter out of this emotional turmoil while maintaining control over her decisions.
"That's not true! Brent likes me. Even if he hasn't shown it, he definitely likes me..." Warren Earl's words left Wendy in disarray. She shook her head, trying to comfort herself with her own thoughts, confusion etched on her face.
"If he hasn't shown any affection for you, how can you be sure he likes you? Did he think of you during the Seed Selection Tournament? While you were worried about him, he was laughing and chatting with other girls.
Even afterward, girls approached him calling out his name—have you forgotten?"
Feeling that his daughter had not yet fully awakened to reality, Warren Earl added fuel to the fire with every word aimed at her heart.
The words of her father echoed in Wendy's ears, and she could no longer bear it; tears streamed down her cheeks, her expression filled with deep sorrow.
She remembered the happy days spent with Bu, recalled the beautiful poems Bunian had shared with her. The girl’s eyes were misty with tears as she softly murmured Bu's name like a dream.
Gently patting Wendy's shoulder, Warren Earl said earnestly, "My dear daughter, if you truly like Brent, then do as I say.
This way, you will still be able to see him often. I can even arrange for him to be your personal bodyguard in the future. Unless absolutely necessary, I really do not want to resort to that assassin; otherwise, wouldn’t you hate your father for a lifetime?"
Hearing her father's words, Wendy slowly came back to herself. She looked down at her toes with a hint of melancholy and spoke in a hollow tone, "If I do as you say, then Brent won't die, right?"
After finishing her sentence, Wendy gently lifted her head. Her sea-blue eyes fixed on her father, filled with sorrow.
Warren Earl smiled as he stroked Wendy's long hair and replied affirmatively, "Of course, if everything goes well, then Brent will be considered part of the Aldra Family. I certainly won’t mistreat him."
Staring blankly at her father, Wendy appeared somewhat lost. After a moment of silence, she finally spoke with a hint of despair, "I will do as you say; I hope you won’t harm him."
"That's my good daughter. Don't worry; afterward, I will treat him like my own nephew and will definitely not harm him." Warren Earl smiled broadly, his hand resting on Wendy's shoulder, looking quite pleased.
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