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Two nights had passed since the eve, and anyone who went without rest for two consecutive nights would find it hard to cope, even a Warrior from Yanhuang City. Jufeng had traveled from Washing City, through Yang City, all the way to the capital, facing countless dangers along the way, brushing past death more times than he could count. Although he ultimately emerged unscathed, it was inevitable that he appeared exceptionally haggard and disheveled at this moment.
His clothes hung loosely on his gaunt frame, and most importantly, Jufeng had lost many important people in his life during these two nights of snowstorms.
While he could still cultivate a hundred brothers anew, there was only one father. Suddenly deprived of someone to vent his frustrations upon, without that towering figure's incessant chatter in his ears, Jufeng felt a moment of confusion—a genuine confusion.
Life had lost its direction; where should he go to pursue his dreams?
After avenging his father, Jufeng remained in a state of haze. He didn't know how he had descended from Fragrant Mountain or how he had returned to Flower Snow Moon Villa. When the first rays of sunlight illuminated the soil in the morning, Jufeng locked himself in a room.
The sun had risen, the snow had temporarily paused, yet Jufeng had gone mad.
Of course, this did not mean that Jufeng's temperament had undergone a medical change. Flower Snow Moon believed that her childhood friend would surely overcome this dark period—it just required some time.
Thus, under Flower Snow Moon's comfort, several people reluctantly felt reassured about Jufeng. However, calls from Washing City came in, preventing him from making any return calls for the time being. Fortunately, everything in Washing City seemed fine; perhaps because they hadn’t succeeded in killing Jufeng, various gangs there were lying low, cautiously guarding against his potential retaliation. They did not conduct further ruthless purges of the remnants of the hurricane.
The Rising Dragon Club was still operational. After Xue applied pressure on Director Zou, he dared not remain idle any longer. Zongheng Express Limited Liability Company also remained unaffected by the hurricane's defeat; however, Guo Hua was understandably restless during these nights.
Jufeng went to rest; meanwhile, Flower Snow Moon needed to arrange matters around him. Even though the sharp blade was gone, how could the Unification Alliance behind him simply let things be? Once a tiger reveals its fangs, bloodshed is sure to follow.
"Isn't there enough bloodshed being created now?"
Civilization stood by the villa window, leaning against the white wall. His injured arm hung at his side with his palm tucked into his pocket while his other hand tended to a wound on his shoulder.
Politeness took a box of milk from the refrigerator, opened it and took a couple of sips but found it unpalatable. He then went inside to grab a bottle of red wine instead and deemed its taste satisfactory—finally feeling content.
"Bloodshed is never too much; throughout history, nothing has been devoid of it. Even on wedding nights filled with joy and riches, one still encounters crimson stains. I see you've been in the mountains for too long and have grown accustomed to the blood of beasts but are sensitive to human blood. However, all beings are equal; I disdain such thoughts."
Bian Bian sipped his drink, an expression of sheer enjoyment on his face. Wen Ming thought carefully about what he had said, neither opposing nor agreeing, simply wiping the wound in silence.
The sunlight gradually thickened outside the window, and the snowflakes on the windowpane became increasingly crystalline, leaving the people inside restless and unable to sleep.
Tong Bailong rubbed his sleepy eyes and strode down the stairs, heading straight for the refrigerator. After rummaging around for a while, he emerged with a large pile of snacks in his arms and a carton of milk in his mouth, which he had just taken a couple of sips from. He plopped down on the sofa next to Bian Bian.
Bian Bian stared at Tong Bailong in disbelief, seemingly surprised by how much he could eat. His gaze then fell on the milk carton in Tong Bailong's mouth, and he felt a flush creep onto his face.
"Um, that milk you're drinking... I already had some. Didn't you notice?"
Bian Bian asked tentatively, but upon seeing Tong Bailong's half-asleep expression, he understood everything. It was clear that this big guy was still not fully awake!
After finishing his sentence, Bian Bian watched as Tong Bailong pulled the milk carton from his mouth with an annoyed expression.
"I drank it first!"
Jufeng and Flower Snow Moon were not around last night, which gave these three skilled individuals more time to interact. Tong Bailong was not very talkative; Wen Ming was relatively calm. However, Bian Bian was quite restless. From the first time he met Jufeng, it was evident that he had a thick skin that not just anyone could develop.
Surprisingly, the interactions among these three were very harmonious. Tong Bailong was someone who easily left a good impression on others, as long as you weren't shallow enough to judge by appearances. Wen Ming and Bian Bian appreciated each other due to their strength; Bian Bian knew all too well what it felt like to have a gun pointed at his back by Wen Ming. If it had been Flower Snow Moon in Wen Ming's position back then, Bian Bian would not have felt so tense. Additionally, although Wen Ming came from the mountains, he was quite knowledgeable and had an eloquent demeanor that piqued Bian Bian's curiosity even more.
Of course, there was also an inexplicable tacit understanding between their names.
However, Situ Yu did not seem to fit in with these three. After Jufeng left, he locked himself in his room and had yet to come out.
Bian Bian cautiously tried to pull a couple of snack bags from Tong Bailong's grasp. Under Tong Bailong's annoyed glare, he quietly sipped his red wine instead.
The wind blew the snow from the south side of the house to the north, and then from in front of the window to the back of the house. Tong Bailong had already cleared out most of the food from the refrigerator, and time had shifted from morning to evening, yet Jufeng still hadn’t emerged from his room.
Situ Yu seemed unable to bear the silence any longer, so when the sun reached its zenith, he stepped out of his room. He then discussed Hua Gang's "aftermath" with Flower Snow Moon.
Indeed, Hua Gang was finished. This giant dragon that had occupied the Huaguo Northeast continent had been devoured by a wolf from the north and its master. The leader of Hua Gang had perished on the grassland in the early hours, and among the Eight Kings, one had defected, leaving only Fiery Beauty. With countless subordinates, it was impossible to eliminate them all, so they needed to start with Senior Management. As long as Senior Management was wiped out, those beneath them would have no one to rally around and would naturally be unable to stir up trouble.
Thus, Fiery Beauty found herself on the edge of danger. Not only were the remnants of Hua Gang gathering towards the capital, but the Unification Alliance certainly did not intend to let Flower Snow Moon off easily. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have sent such strong reinforcements like Politeness at the beginning. However, they hadn’t anticipated that things would not go as planned, and Politeness had also turned against them.
With this information in hand, Situ Yu could no longer remain at ease in his room and hurried out to discuss matters with Flower Snow Moon.
In Situ Yu's mind, he wanted to gather manpower and gradually devise a plan. He thought about seeking refuge with the United Heart Association; they would likely be very willing to help. Situ Yu’s strategic vision was quite sharp, but after a long contemplation, Flower Snow Moon chose to remain silent for now. Instead, she issued orders to her scattered subordinates to remain on standby.
Situ Yu didn’t understand why Flower Snow Moon was still hesitating. After a heated argument that went nowhere, he angrily went out into the snow to draw. Politeness and Civilization watched this scene with a sigh, both lamenting Situ Yu's youth and considering the person still inside the room.
It was said that Situ Yu was still underage; he seemed barely past his coming-of-age ceremony. No wonder he couldn’t see through his sister and had been arguing with her all along.
Flower Snow Moon was waiting—waiting for someone from inside the room to step out and speak.
Time passed second by second as night deepened once more, and snow began to fall again. Situ Yu remained stubbornly outside in a huff, refusing to enter.
Suddenly, just like in Canglang One Floating Life, Jufeng exchanged glances with Civilization. This time it was Civilization who shared a look with Politeness before both sighed in unison.
“I’m particularly curious—if that person inside doesn’t come out and dies here, would you be willing?”
Politeness fixed his gaze on Civilization’s eyes and asked. Upon hearing this, Civilization smiled lightly and pulled out a handgun from behind him for inspection. “My life was given by him in the first place; what difference does it make when I return it?”
"You must be out of your mind!"
"Out of my mind?" Wenming sneered, "This world has always been this crazy. If we don't embrace the madness, we'll just grow old."
Politeness shrugged, noncommittal, then stood up and walked to the door, calling Situ Yu back.
As soon as Situ Yu entered the room, several figures appeared outside the door, bringing with them an air of menace.
Suddenly, a snowstorm erupted.
This was already the third consecutive night of snowfall.
(To be continued)
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