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In the entire Southern Xiongnu Empire, if one were to categorize family power, the Eastern Family would undoubtedly be considered the foremost clan. Within the family, there were more than a dozen Ninth-Level Masters, and countless Professionals at levels six, seven, and eight. Even among the rare magicians and summoners, there were several high-ranking individuals in the Eastern Family.
Moreover, the Eastern Family was the only clan in the Southern Xiongnu Empire allowed to employ private soldiers. Although these soldiers were primarily intended to defend against the destruction brought by the waves from Thundercloud City, their numbers reached a staggering thirty thousand, equivalent to the regular stationed soldiers of Thundercloud City.
All of this information was gathered by Ye Huan from an innkeeper not far from the Eastern House. At that moment, he was on the second floor of this inn, carefully observing the Eastern House through the scope of an M4A1 assault rifle. He also borrowed a brush from the innkeeper to sketch everything he saw on paper, intending to use it when the time was right.
Ye Huan was determined to rescue people; however, the question remained: how could he do so? Not to mention Han Xuan and Han Cai'er, but Zhang Ren had accompanied him for over a month through thick and thin, establishing a deep friendship. Could he really leave him behind?
Furthermore, even if there were many people in the Eastern House, Ye Huan doubted his ability to rescue Zhang Ren and the others from within. How could he possibly venture into the capital of the Southern Xiongnu Empire to save his family?
He shook his neck, which had grown sore from maintaining a single position for too long. Ye Huan had to admit that the Eastern House was indeed vast—so much so that after an hour of observation, he still hadn’t managed to sketch out its entire layout.
Just as he was about to set down his M4A1 for a break, he noticed a servant dressed in humble attire leading a horse out through the main entrance of the Eastern House. Without hesitation, Ye Huan quickly exited his room and stealthily followed after them. Once they were outside Thundercloud City, he summoned a Barrett rifle and fired at the horse's rear from a distance.
The sudden pain caused the horse to rear up on its hind legs, throwing the servant off its back.
With a slight smile on his face, Ye Huan hurried forward and soon reached the fallen servant's side, stepping firmly on his chest.
Having fallen from horseback without any Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy within him, this servant was already in considerable pain from his legs. When Ye Huan stepped down on him, he immediately shouted angrily, "Are you blind? How dare you step on me! Do you know who my grandfather is? I am from the Eastern Family!"
Hearing such arrogant words made Ye Huan's previously smiling face turn cold in an instant. He applied more pressure with his foot, causing the servant to scream in agony while repeatedly insisting that he was from the Eastern Family.
"If you weren't from the Eastern Family, I wouldn't even bother with you!" Ye Huan spat angrily before delivering a heavy kick to the servant's side. The pain rendered him speechless; beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he became submissive and compliant. He seemed like an entirely different person compared to earlier. Inwardly, he wondered who Ye Huan was to dare cause trouble for someone from the Eastern Family near Thundercloud City.
Noticing the servant's puzzled expression, Ye Huan didn't waste any words with him. Instead, he pressed his booted foot down on the man's chest and demanded angrily, "Tell me, what were you doing coming out of the Eastern House?"
"I... I was delivering a message for someone..."
"A message? What kind of message?" The servant hesitated, and given that he was heading west, Ye Huan had a nagging feeling this was related to Han Xuan and her group.
Sure enough, in the next moment, the servant tremblingly reached into his bosom and pulled out an envelope, half-lifting it towards Ye Huan.
Ye Huan took it and saw that it was addressed to Han Liu. Satisfied, he nodded and stuffed the letter back into the servant's clothing. He continued to question him, "I'll ask you one question. If you answer honestly, I'll let you go. But if you hide anything from me, don't blame me..."
As he spoke, Ye Huan pressed down harder with his boot on the servant's chest, causing him to cry out in pain. The sound echoed through the quiet night as he shouted, "I’ll tell you everything..."
"Good! Tell me how many people were captured and brought into the Eastern House this evening. Where are they being held?"
"Except for two women, everyone else has been locked up in the dungeon of the Eastern House."
"The dungeon? Where exactly is it located in the Eastern House? Be specific."
"Y-yes, the dungeon is on the right side of the Western Wing of the Eastern House. The entrance is guarded by four Sixth-Level Warriors..."
Bang!!
With the information he wanted in hand, Ye Huan summoned a Desert Eagle and shot the servant in the head, leaving it a bloody mess—much like milk and watermelon splattering on the ground at the same time.
After putting away the Desert Eagle, Ye Huan dragged the body of the man to a nearby patch of softer mud to bury it. Only then did he stomp down twice with his leather boots to cover up the traces around him. He took out the Barrett and, using the scope, spotted the horse that the servant had fled on. He decided to chase after it, intending to 'take care' of that horse as well.
As for the promise he made to the servant about not killing him, Ye Huan had long since cast it aside. After all, this was not just about his own life; it involved Zhang Ren and the others, leaving no room for carelessness on Ye Huan's part.
Once he dealt with the servant's body and the horse, Ye Huan returned to the inn, and it was already midnight.
There was no time to rest. He lit an oil lamp prepared in the inn and took out a letter from his pocket, reading it carefully under the dim light.
Ten minutes later, from this letter, Ye Huan learned that the Eastern Family had quite a few connections with the Han family. Upon hearing Han Xuan and Han Cai'er reveal their identities, the Eastern Family sent someone to verify with the Han family. Besides this matter, the letter also mentioned another event: three days later, Dongfang Hao, the head of the Eastern Family, would hold a grand birthday banquet for his sixtieth birthday and invited members of the Han family to attend.
The birthday banquet, Eighth-Level Monster Core, Ninth Level Warrior of the Eastern Family...
Connecting all these events together, Ye Huan finally understood why the Ninth-Level Expert from the Eastern Family was interested in the Eighth-Level Monster Core; it was actually for their old master's birthday banquet! However, this banquet could also be an opportunity. As he pondered how to use this occasion to rescue Zhang Ren and the others, Ye Huan stared at the flickering flame in a daze under the dim light...
The next morning, after leaving the inn, Ye Huan went to Thundercloud City’s Warrior Association. He found two Fifth-Level Warriors and paid them with a Gold Brick before handing over a letter. He specifically instructed them to deliver it to Han Liu at Han Residence in Flame Sun City.
Afterward, he had some breakfast and bought himself a splendid outfit before heading straight back to the inn and closing the door behind him.
For three days, apart from eating, Ye Huan hardly stepped out of his room. Until three days later in the early morning when he got up from bed and began grooming himself in front of a mirror. He wore a black down coat over a red satin shirt and black silk trousers, complemented by a pair of leather boots that made him look like a young master from a prestigious family. Compared to his attire back at Ye Family, this was definitely something else.
After combing his hair with a wooden comb and summoning two Desert Eagles to hang at his waist, Ye Huan pulled open the door of the inn...
Every time the Eastern Family celebrated a birthday, the entire Eastern House was filled with festive cheer. Not to mention the red lanterns hanging high and the round tables draped in red cloth, the visitors drawn by the reputation of the Eastern Family, the foremost family in the Southern Xiongnu Empire, were countless. This time was no exception; even the Account Manager at the entrance, responsible for welcoming guests and collecting gifts, was beaming with joy.
It was no surprise. Just looking at the list of gifts, the various rare items collected for the head of the family, Dongfang Hao's birthday banquet, nearly equaled the annual income of all the shops operated by the Eastern Family across the country. How could this not make the Account Manager happy?
Perhaps it was just an illusion, but as he waited for the next guest to arrive with a gift list, everything around him seemed to grow quiet.
Raising his head in surprise, the plump Account Manager noticed a man slowly walking in from outside. His handsome long hair covered half of his face, but one eye shone with extraordinary clarity, as if it could see into one's soul. Coupled with a formal outfit that accentuated his already tall stature, he certainly exuded the aura of a distinguished young master.
Having never seen such a person before, the Account Manager became increasingly cautious. After all, the Eastern Family was still the foremost family in the Southern Xiongnu Empire; one could not afford to lose decorum.
Straightening his posture, the Account Manager smiled and stood up, holding out a jade plate that was supposed to present gift lists to Ye Huan, lowering himself as much as possible.
The fact that the Account Manager of the Southern Xiongnu Empire's leading family personally approached with a jade plate already made many guests look at Ye Huan with newfound respect. However, what happened next left them all stunned, their mouths agape in disbelief.
In their view, this outstandingly poised man did not present a bright red gift list symbolizing celebration like everyone else. Instead, he pulled out a silver-white object from his waist and tossed it directly onto the jade plate with a crisp sound.
"What is this?" "I've never seen anything like it! Could it be some kind of treasure?"
Whispers erupted among them as nearly everyone turned their gaze toward the jade plate held by the Account Manager. Even he looked puzzled. However, adhering to the principle that guests should be treated with respect, he politely asked Ye Huan, "Is this...?"
"Desert Eagle!"
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