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Tong Bailong received Jufeng's permission and called for ten servings of late-night snacks. However, when the time came to eat, only a few people were present.
Naturally, Tong Bailong was among them; he felt uneasy if he didn’t eat. Chen Tan Hua, who had just experienced a fierce battle, was also at the table. When Tong Bailong went to get the food, he deliberately glanced at the corridor outside. Although the Unification Alliance members were no longer sprawled out in disarray, the bloodstains and marks on the walls clearly testified to the intensity of the recent conflict.
Among Hua Cheng's group of five, only Ning Pangzi succumbed to the temptation of food after a fierce internal struggle. Throughout history, fat people have always been unable to resist hunger; aside from health issues, which one of them isn’t a foodie?
Before long, Liu Xing emerged from another room, drawn by the aroma of food. It wasn’t that he wanted to eat; after so many years of training under Politeness, he had long since shed unnecessary cravings for food. He simply had to run errands because there was still a queen in the inner room.
This also clarified another point: not all foodies are necessarily overweight.
Under the brilliant starlight, the few people in the room ate slowly and leisurely. Soon after, another group of guests arrived outside. This time it was Zhu Yao who went out, and when she returned, those in the room who had been hungry were now satisfied.
Jufeng leaned against the open window, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. "Mu Zhongde's feast has concluded. That old fox has finally regained his freedom from prison; he will surely be more cautious now. He won't waste his subordinates' lives so carelessly again."
The two groups that had come were all members of the Unification Alliance—ordinary henchmen numbering only a few dozen.
In truth, this was still due to Jufeng staying on his turf; it was an action he had to take. Defeat makes one cautious; Mu Zhongde's thoughts this time were simple: as long as there were no threats, he sought nothing more than safety.
Of course, he would also be pleased to eliminate Jufeng, this thorn in his side.
Not far from Spring City at the Unification Alliance headquarters, Mu Zhongde sat in his wheelchair without sleeping. Like Jufeng, he gazed up at the sky, unsure if there was an unspoken understanding between them at this moment.
Before long, his subordinates reported back about the situation in Spring City; the outcome was entirely expected and unlikely to have any dramatic twists.
Mu Zhongde fell into a brief silence but found Jufeng somewhat inscrutable. There were countless transfer stations in Huaguo; why did he choose the northwest and target his old rival's territory? Was he trying to test his relationship with Hua Gang or did it hold some deeper meaning?
In Mu Zhongde's heart, his hatred for Jufeng far outweighed anything else. However, this hatred stemmed from having been defeated by this young man—a recognition of Jufeng's abilities!
After pondering for a while, Mu Zhongde shook his head and turned to ask his subordinate another question.
"How is my sister doing now?"
"She still refuses to eat, and this is the third time."
Mu Zhongde sighed deeply upon hearing this. The emotional rift between father and daughter would likely remain unbridgeable for a lifetime.
Falling into silence once more, he sighed heavily again after a moment, filled with both helplessness and regret.
"Forget it, let her go. No need to send anyone to follow her."
The subordinate, who had been Mu Zhongde's trusted aide for many years, wanted to salvage something from the situation upon hearing his boss's instructions. Yet, he ultimately realized that any words would be futile.
Because history cannot be rewritten.
...
As night deepened, the streets grew increasingly deserted. Those seeking relief from the heat eventually needed to sleep, but some were not awake for the sake of comfort; they had no choice but to stay awake all night.
The leftover food had long since cooled, and finally, the third wave of guests arrived.
Jufeng, who had been resting with his eyes half-closed, suddenly appeared bright-eyed at this moment, like the most dazzling star in the night sky.
No one spoke. Zhu Yao was the first to walk toward the door, followed by Tong Bailong and then Hua Cheng along with three others.
However, in the end, Chen Tan Hua did not go out.
The animated film in the inner room had been watched repeatedly until it was worn out, yet Liu Xing still did not understand it. He wondered if it was because the creators interpreted a child's world with adult reasoning or if Liu Xing simply did not grasp what children should think about.
Chuyang heard the sound of the door closing and asked again, "Is the situation outside still not serious?"
Liu Xing listened intently upon hearing this question. After a moment, his expression was no longer as indifferent as before.
"It's a bit trickier than before, but it's manageable. I just have a feeling that there are quite a few more formidable individuals coming this way."
Chuyang was momentarily taken aback and instinctively asked, "Are they friend or foe?"
Liu Xing replied without changing his expression, "Both!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, two loud bangs echoed, and the glass inside and outside shattered.
Just a second earlier, Liu Xing had already stepped forward, pulling Chuyang behind him.
"Clang!"
The sword sliced through the air, creating a flash of light that seemed to cut through the night sky outside the window. Dragon Light surged like water, engulfing a fallen leaf that had mistakenly entered the room.
Blood gushed forth like a spring, and the black-clad intruder stared in disbelief at the young man not far away, his heart plummeting in an instant.
However, it was already too late; history could not be rewritten, and he could not choose another room to invade. The sword had returned to its sheath, and he was about to meet his end.
It was only in those final moments that he realized death was not so terrifying after all. Sometimes, the unexpected brought less pain than anticipated.
"Thud!"
The black-clad man collapsed heavily to the ground. Liu Xing stood protectively in front of Chuyang, unmoving, as if he had suddenly grown taller!
The battle outside intensified rapidly; four people simultaneously broke through the windows, and in the next instant, four bodies filled the spaces where they had entered. Jufeng and Chen Tan Hua arrived at the window; the former seemed to have been motionless all along, while the latter appeared as if he had strolled over casually.
Chen Tan Hua looked at the bodies before him and nodded slightly in understanding. "So your Earth’s Underworld is no gentler than our Terrorist. Killing is even more prevalent here."
Jufeng shook his head. "You are mistaken. Perhaps there isn’t much difference in methods, but the purposes and themes are entirely different. We kill simply for ourselves or our group against another willing to enter this slaughter. Both sides operate on a principle of consent. Yet your frontline killings sometimes don’t even show bloodshed, while innocent lives are already beginning to be sacrificed. How can they be compared?"
Chen Tan Hua also shook his head, knowing Jufeng harbored a deep disdain for Terrorist, so he chose not to delve deeper into that topic. Instead, he praised the sword from within the room.
Though he hadn’t witnessed it firsthand, just being separated by a wall allowed Chen Tan Hua to feel the opulence of that strike.
"I am really curious why you have such good luck to receive such an outstanding Godson. Have you killed fewer people? It seems unfair!"
Liu Xing said, and Jufeng couldn't help but feel pleased as well. The sword strike from earlier was naturally within his perception, and he had already begun to grasp its essence.
He happily remarked, "Whether you envy, resent, or hate me, it doesn't matter at all because this is my destiny!"
Chen Tan Hua felt disinterested. For someone who thrived on provoking hatred, he could only choose silence; otherwise, the next topic might just infuriate him.
The cold night wind surged into the room through the broken window, instantly dropping the temperature from midsummer to early spring.
Everything seemed to return to square one; the slaughter had only just begun!
(To be continued)
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