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As Jufeng delivered his judgment with a sword, Chen Tan felt a mix of belief and doubt. He understood that even with the legendary blade in hand, it would be nearly impossible for Jufeng to assassinate the graceful man skilled in magic while surrounded by ten elite ninjas. Yet, since he had made this decision, it was clear that it wasn't mere deception; there had to be a backup plan, though Chen Tan couldn't quite figure out where it was hidden.
It wasn't until the appearance of Wu that clarity struck him, and he couldn't help but murmur, "It seems you have quite a few friends."
Earlier, Jufeng had mentioned that he had many enemies; otherwise, why would he have attracted waves of relentless killers on the very first night back on Earth?
However, this was the norm for Jufeng. He had never lacked opponents or enemies. The reason he had managed to survive in such chaotic times was not only due to his own strength but also because of what Chen Tan Hua had said: he had friends—many friends—and they were not ordinary ones.
With Jufeng issuing an eviction order, the ten elite ninjas realized their leader was dead. They knew they couldn't stay there to avenge Utada Hikaru, so after exchanging glances, they dragged the remnants of "Butterfly" and vanished into the opulent building.
Wu stepped into the moonlight and approached the crowd, spotting Jufeng, then broke into a smile.
"Did you guess I would come?"
"Even if it weren't for me, it would still be for a woman!"
Wu shook his head and laughed, surprised by Jufeng's teasing response. They were comrades from the early days of their revolution, often needing little conversation between them.
As the ten elite ninjas disappeared, the battle upstairs drew to a close. Time flowed through Tonight, perhaps leaving behind nothing worth remembering except for the bloodstains scattered throughout the building and the fallen bodies lying haphazardly. This world had lost a few more people to share its air.
Ninjas emerged from darkness and vanished back into it, bringing nothing but taking away their fallen comrades.
In the corridor, the battle with Hua Gang was also reaching its conclusion. The five members of Hua Cheng slumped at the entrance of a room that was barely intact and stained with blood. They looked at each other and burst into laughter.
Jufeng picked up Chuyang once more, while Liu Xing secured his sword behind him again. Wu approached a mural and softly said, "What a pity," before taking down the Chasing Wind Dart and putting it away carefully.
Jufeng looked at Chen Tan Hua and introduced, "This is my friend; you can just call him Wu."
He then turned to Wu and said, "Chen Tan Hua ranks above you."
The Flowering Scholar was ranked third, naturally placing him ahead of Wu. However, when it came to martial arts, the outcome between the two was uncertain without a personal trial.
Of course, such trials were not easily undertaken. For these experts, either they did not engage in battle, or when they did, there would be a clear victor and loser. Sometimes, the stakes of victory and defeat could even lead to life and death.
Thanks to Jufeng's presence, the two exchanged nods as a form of greeting. No one expected them to engage in lively conversation; that was simply the loneliness of being a master.
Stepping out of the room and returning upstairs, Jufeng noticed that the people from Hua Gang had already dispersed. Many were still cleaning up the aftermath, likely the henchmen of Mu Zhongde who had colluded in the chaos. Jufeng spotted Wu and his exhausted companions, drenched in sweat and nearly spent, and couldn't help but smile knowingly.
"You all worked hard."
Hua Cheng and the others shook their heads. Even though Ning Pangzi was utterly fatigued, he couldn't resist chiming in breathlessly, "Brother Jufeng, you went too far this time! I've never seen such a scene in my life—no guns, just relying on sheer strength!"
The Cosmic Police were accustomed to relying on firearms; tonight marked their first experience like this. Hearing this, Jufeng laughed even more heartily and praised, "To hold on until the end on your first try—you're truly impressive, Fatty!"
Hua Cheng and the others joined in his laughter. Jufeng called over several subordinates from Azure Wind Antelope to ensure Wu and his brothers were taken care of.
It seemed unlikely that any more guests would arrive tonight, so everyone decided to stay here for the night and return to Washing City tomorrow.
In fact, it was only a matter of two or three hours until dawn.
The remaining rooms had all been occupied by Jufeng's men. Some members of Azure Wind Antelope were assigned to patrol while most had succumbed to exhaustion after the intense battle and were now briefly asleep. Of course, some found it difficult to drift off.
In another pristine room, Tong Bailong was devouring his meal, the sounds of chewing echoing slightly in the quiet battlefield after the great conflict.
Jufeng and Chen Tan Hua sat by the window, watching as the night gradually faded, the starlight slowly disappearing, engaging in idle chatter.
"I suddenly realize that you are a man with a story. Just returning to your hometown, and your rivals chose such a fervent way to welcome you. It shows how significant you are in their hearts!"
Faced with Chen Tan Hua's teasing, Jufeng smiled helplessly. He turned his gaze toward the bustling city that was gradually rising, speaking somewhat lazily.
"Every step I took was actually paved by others. Initially, I just wanted to be a law-abiding courier in Washing City, but who knew that even this extreme profit-driven industry had people profiting through dark means? I could only protect myself, and self-preservation required showing strength, and killing is the best way to do that. What else could I do?"
"Come on, we really should thank them for not allowing me to rest for even a minute. It's true that pressure creates motivation. What about you, Flowering Scholar?"
Chen Tan Hua could see that behind Jufeng's smiling face lay a deep layer of fatigue. Compared to his own suppressed life back in Terrorist, their paths were different but led to the same destination.
There were no words of comfort or continuation of this topic; everyone has their struggles in this world. Great figures have their own troubles, and individuals have their own sorrows.
Outside the window, the night was fading as if it were about to vanish from sight. The first ray of dawn illuminated a room in the hotel.
Zhu Yao stood elegantly by the window, having changed into a bloodstain-free outfit, with traces of fatigue on her face. She had never felt as nervous as she did now because beside her was a man named Wu.
Wu sat on the windowsill, one leg resting on the window while the other dangled casually down. His gaze fell upon Zhu Yao.
"Is the scenery of outer space beautiful?"
Zhu Yao nodded slightly, her head still lowered and not lifting it up in response.
"Actually, the scenery in the lower realms is quite similar; it's the Earth that has a certain depth to it."
Wu nodded slightly, agreeing with Zhu Yao's words. "The scenery is always the same; it's just different because of the people who are looking at it." After a moment's pause, Wu continued.
"Did you miss me?"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Yao suddenly looked up, seemingly astonished that Wu would ask such a question—one that would make any girl feel a bit anxious.
Caught off guard, she was shocked and momentarily forgot to respond.
Wu smiled even more gently, slowly directing his gaze out the window, as if confiding in a beautiful person or perhaps murmuring to himself.
He said, "Anyway, I missed you!"
(To be continued)
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