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Mu Shu arrived alone in Washing City, stepping into the menacing Tiger's Den, a feat that commanded immense respect. Moreover, at Jufeng's invitation, she had taken up residence in Canglang One Floating Life, truly embodying the spirit of a Heroic Woman.
Unfortunately, respect does not equate to mercy; no matter how strong a woman may be, she can still become a captive. In the game of power, victors and vanquished are defined, and who would lament the past for no reason?
The next morning, Jufeng and Mu Shu flew directly northwest. The stronghold of the Unification Alliance lay in Gansu, near the plateau. This time, Hua Gang and the hurricane had struck right at the heart of the Unification Alliance's territory, temporarily imprisoning Mu Zhongde there.
In Spring City, Jufeng had last departed Earth from this very place. At that time, he was in a frantic escape through interstellar transit, with Father Ju's old friends seeing him off. Now, upon his return, everything had changed; Jufeng had risen to become the head of a massive gang, known globally as the Underworld Young Master—a stark contrast to his previous predicament.
Thirty years can change everything; the tides of fortune shift in ways that are hard to believe.
As they disembarked from the plane and drove through the vast desert, distant peaks rose and fell like the backs of leaping beasts, jagged and spectacular.
Close by, fine quicksand lay scattered with sharp gravel; the sea of sand met the sky far away, creating an expansive vista.
A towering castle stood amidst the desert wasteland behind Dune, constructed from yellow rock. Armed members of Hua Gang patrolled its perimeter.
The off-road vehicle came to a stop before the castle.
The speeding vehicle kicked up clouds of yellow sand. Once the dust settled, Jufeng and Mu Shu stepped out.
Flower Snow Moon led Hua Gang's members to greet them at the entrance.
During Jufeng's hospitalization due to injury, Yu Jianyuan had been preoccupied with stabilizing the northwest and had not visited him in the capital. This was their first meeting since Romain's injury, so Yu Jianyuan felt compelled to express concern.
"Feng Shao, I've been tied up with trivial matters and haven't found time to visit you. I hope you won't hold it against me."
Jufeng smiled lightly; he and Yu Jianyuan were old acquaintances who understood each other's intentions well. He explained, "Brother Yu, you're being too formal. Look at me now—I'm perfectly fine! I survived thanks to sheer willpower. Back then, when I was cornered by Miss Mu's father and had to make a hasty escape two hundred miles northeast from here through interstellar transit, I never imagined I'd be doing so well now. And here I am able to have a long chat with Miss Mu—life is truly unpredictable."
As Romain spoke towards the end of his sentence directly to Mu Shu, she remained unfazed and replied calmly, "Feng Shao is a Young Master of his generation; there's no need for such sharp words. Besides, women have their pride; your words do not affect me."
Romain shrugged at her response while Yu Jianyuan laughed heartily to ease any awkwardness. The group exchanged pleasantries as they made their way into the castle.
The castle was originally a military site, later abandoned by the military. The Unification Alliance somehow acquired it, which was initially used as a place to punish those who violated the rules within the alliance. However, it was now being used to imprison its own leader.
Mu Zhongde was held here, not due to the actions of Hua Gang or Hurricane. On the night of the concert, during the decisive battle in the northwest, Mu Zhongde had already been imprisoned, and it was his daughter, Mu Shu, who orchestrated it. There were likely two intentions behind this: one was that the Unification Alliance would win, allowing Mu Zhongde to be released unharmed; the other was that if they lost, the Unification Alliance would still have some bargaining chips.
Flower Snow Moon quietly shared this news with Jufeng. Jufeng pondered for a moment and couldn't help but smile; this daughter certainly had some skills, using her own father as a pawn. He wondered whether he should feel pity for Mu Zhongde.
After passing through layers of defenses, they finally arrived at the innermost prison. The cell was constructed from synthetic steel bars as thick as an arm, making it difficult even for the Thermal Sword to cut through.
Jufeng and Mu Shu, under Flower Snow Moon's guidance, opened the cell door and stepped inside. From over ten meters away, they could see a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged on a wooden bed in the corner. His hair was disheveled, his clothes tattered, and he appeared somewhat gaunt.
He had his back to them and raised his head to gaze through a vent in the wall at the deep blue sky, seemingly enjoying the view.
Hearing the cell door open, he slowly turned around. Jufeng was met with a ruggedly handsome face; even as an enemy, he had to admit that Mu Zhongde exuded a certain charm.
Mu Zhongde stood up from the wooden bed and walked forward slowly. Perhaps due to sitting for too long, his steps were slightly unsteady.
He seemed oblivious to their presence and walked directly toward Jufeng until only five meters separated them.
Flower Snow Moon drew her gun and aimed it at Mu Zhongde.
Yet he remained unfazed, as if there were no one else around him and completely unaware of the imminent danger. He continued to walk slowly but resolutely.
With only two meters left between them, Flower Snow Moon fired without hesitation.
“Bang!”
The dull sound of gunfire echoed throughout the castle as Mu Zhongde fell to the ground, blood gushing from his left thigh like a fountain.
From beginning to end, Mu Shu's eyes did not blink even once.
"How similar you are! You look just like Ju Feng City. It's a pity he left first and didn't get to see you achieve greatness. Ha ha..."
Mu Zhongde collapsed to the ground, laughing maniacally, as if he had no awareness of being a captive.
Jufeng shook his head, slowly crouching down, calmly looking at Mu Zhongde as if he were staring at a corpse.
When Mu Zhongde finally grew tired of laughing and could laugh no more, Jufeng slowly said, "You shouldn't remind me of the grudge against your father; what good does that do you?"
Mu Zhongde's laughter vanished, and a terrifying grimace suddenly appeared on his face. He said fiercely, "I, Mu Zhongde, almost wiped out Hua Gang when I was fifty. Who else could achieve such a feat? If it weren't for me disrupting the situation in Huaguo, how would you have had the chance to rise? I killed your father; come and kill me then! Come and kill me!"
Jufeng was injured, severely so, but after several days of recuperation, his body's basic functions had recovered. Thus, his punch would still be something an ordinary person couldn't withstand.
As a result, Mu Zhongde fell to the ground, sliding back over a meter.
Jufeng slowly stood up, gently brushing off the dust from his clothes, and coldly said, "Killing you would only benefit you."
He took the gun from Flower Snow Moon's hand, and as soon as he finished speaking, gunshots rang out again.
"Bang! Bang!!"
Both shots hit Mu Zhongde's knees, blood began to flow profusely. Mu Zhongde writhed on the ground in pain, crying out in agony.
Jufeng's marksmanship wasn't particularly accurate, but with these two shots, Mu Zhongde's legs were destined for disability.
"I find the scenery in places like prisons quite appealing. If Mu Alliance Leader doesn't mind, I can arrange for you to be transferred to the capital so you can spend the rest of your life comfortably in jail."
With that said, Jufeng turned away first. Flower Snow Moon followed suit. Only then did Mu Shu finally look at Mu Zhongde directly, his gaze filled with nothing but indifference.
"Shu'er, I don't blame you for catching me. I just beg you, kill me, please kill me."
Mu Zhongde hunched on the ground, looking pitiful as he pleaded, but Mu Shu showed no sign of compassion.
"If my mother were still alive and saw you like this, she would be very happy."
Mu Shu's figure gradually faded away in the prison cell, leaving behind the cold walls and steel bars echoing with a solitary wail.
Stepping out of the prison and into the vast desert, Jufeng felt a sense of desolation. Mu Zhongde's words had pierced his heart to some extent. He looked up at the drifting white clouds and couldn't help but ask,
"Old man, if you have a spirit, can you see your son?"
(To be continued)
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