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"Hey, Mud, where did that guy go? Why can't we find him?" At a street intersection several hundred meters from where Bu disappeared, two men dressed in purple and black robes suddenly stopped. One of them, a Short and Fat Man with a pockmarked face and an ugly appearance, spoke in surprise, straining his eyes to search around but unable to spot Bu's figure.
"Hmph, it seems this guy is indeed not simple; he actually noticed someone was following him. His earlier seemingly casual behavior was clearly meant to throw us off. We've encountered an interesting Fellow this time."
Another voice rang out, sounding like a cold wind howling, utterly ruthless. Even if it was laughter, it was a chilling one that sent shivers down the spine.
The owner of this voice wore a Black Scarf and had greasy brown hair that hung down to his shoulders, obscuring much of his face. He exuded a sinister aura and was the stranger that Bu had sensed with Mental Power, referred to as Mud by the Short and Fat Man.
"What’s so interesting? Hurry up and take out the tracker; let’s see where that Fellow has slipped off to," the Short and Fat Man said impatiently, seeing Mud still relaxed and unhurried, which made him even more irritated.
"What are you so anxious about?" Mud replied with evident displeasure at the Short and Fat Man's tone. His eyes suddenly turned cold as he coldly huffed, "This tracker was granted to me by His Highness; it was crafted by the top Alchemists of the Royal Family. Aside from a few select offerings from other estates who can use it, who else would have the chance to touch such a thing?"
"Moreover, the mark left by this tracker is extremely subtle. That guy isn’t a High-Level Giant; how could he possibly detect it?"
As Mud spoke, there was a hint of pride in his tone. He unconsciously raised his chin and glanced at the Short and Fat Man with an air of arrogance.
He was reminding the other party that this tracker was given to him by His Highness, signifying His Highness's favor towards him. It subtly placed him among some of the top offerings in the estate, serving only one purpose: to warn the other party about their difference in status and to speak more politely.
"Come on now, just hurry up and see where that guy is! If he slips away from us, no matter how good your tracker is, we’ll be in trouble with His Highness!" The Short and Fat Man had heard enough of Mud's self-praise; he felt like his ears were going to burst. He urged impatiently without caring for Mud's words at all.
"Hmph." Seeing that the other party still had such an infuriating attitude, Mud sneered but finally took out a device resembling a shuttle from his Storage Bracelet and began fiddling with it.
"Tch, what’s there to be so proud about? It’s just a tracker given by His Highness. Is it necessary to keep bringing it up? He really thinks too highly of himself."
The Short and Fat Man grumbled inwardly, feeling quite impatient as he leaned over to peek at the information displayed on the tracker.
"I’ve found him; let’s go." Before the Short and Fat Man could get a good look, Mud coldly snorted and quickly shoved the tracker back into his Storage Bracelet. Then he stepped ahead toward the alley where Bu had previously disappeared.
"Hey! Why do you have such an attitude?" The Short and Fat Man felt veins popping on his forehead as he suppressed his annoyance and hurried after him; he couldn't let Mud take all the credit.
"It seems that guy has stopped moving in one place; I don’t know what he’s up to. We should be careful not to fall for any tricks," Mud reminded after noticing his companion had caught up.
The Short and Fat Man scoffed, "A warrior with only Intermediate Level strength, even if he has some tricks up his sleeve, what waves can he make in our hands? With both of us at Intermediate Level 4, and with the Azure Wind Drunk bestowed by His Highness, I think we won't even need to use the Azure Wind Drunk."
"Shut up!" Mud frowned and scolded. Seeing the Short and Fat Man wanting to argue further, he coldly said, "Don't forget, although this is the Imperial Capital, it's also the territory of Holy Light Academy. It's not something the Royal Family can completely control. If we make any noise here and get caught by the guards dispatched by Holy Light Academy, even His Highness won't say a good word for us."
"Hmph, you're making a big deal out of nothing." The Short and Fat Man was still somewhat unconvinced after being reprimanded by Mud. He muttered a few words under his breath but didn't argue further.
As they reached the mouth of an alley, Mud narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flashing in them. He turned to look at the Short and Fat Man and quietly said, "Let's not rush in just yet. Let's see if there are any guards around."
After a while, they exchanged glances and shared a cold smile. They avoided the gaze of the crowd on the street and stealthily entered the alley.
"Something feels off. That kid probably really noticed we haven't left yet. This situation seems strange. When we get closer, you release the Azure Wind Drunk first."
"Understood."
As they walked, they communicated through Mental Power. Their steps were extremely cautious; they lightly lifted their toes when stepping down to ensure silence. They kept their eyes peeled and ears alert, not missing any details around them for fear of falling into a trap.
"Two fools." At a corner deep in the alley, Bu slowly opened his eyes and sneered inwardly. At this moment, his Mental Power covered the entire passage at the mouth of the alley. Since there were few pedestrians nearby, there was no need to worry about attracting the attention of any strong opponents who could match him in Mental Power.
"The Azure Wind Drunk sounds like some kind of poison; I must be cautious. Ugh, this is indeed a bit tricky. Maybe I should just leave now?" Bu tilted his head in thought for a while before shaking it off. "These two fellows are only at Intermediate Level 4 peak strength. If I strike first and catch them off guard with Hong Lian's help, it shouldn't be difficult to take them down in just a few moves. A mosquito's leg is still meat; I can't let this opportunity slip away and infuriate Berlin."
Having made up his mind, Bu smiled sinisterly as he casually tossed a marked piece of Amplification Equipment onto the ground before vanishing without a trace in just a few flashes.
"Get ready; we're almost there." As they approached another hundred meters forward to reach the end of the alley where they would have to turn, Mud's expression grew serious. He reminded the Short and Fat Man behind him before pulling out a one-foot-long triangular dagger from his Storage Bracelet. The tip and edge gleamed blue, clearly coated with deadly poison.
The Short and Fat Man smirked slightly but remained calm as he took out a ceramic vial. Just as he was about to remove the cork, suddenly a hand reached from beside him and grasped the vial.
"Huh?" The Short and Fat Man froze for a moment and turned his head to look. His pupils instantly constricted; just as he was about to shout, there was a loud bang as his head was struck from behind with tremendous force. A wave of intense pain surged through him; he felt darkness creeping into his vision as dizziness overwhelmed him. He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word before collapsing backward.
"Who!" The sudden commotion caught Mud off guard; it happened so abruptly that he barely had time to react. He quickly turned around to look but nearly lost his mind at what he saw—his heart raced with terror.
The gunpoint! A sharp Cold Light surged forth! It felt like it was being forcibly shoved into his eyes; that terrifying Speed left no room for reaction. The piercing gunlight approached him before he could even sense it, bringing with it an overwhelming aura of death.
Fear! Fear! Infinite fear! All past coldness vanished in an instant; facing this life-threatening crisis made Mud acutely aware of how fragile his spirit was at that moment—fear! That was all that remained within him: pure terror!
"Retreat! Retreat! Get away!" At this moment of life and death, he didn't even have a clear view of the person attacking him. In his eyes, there was only a glimmer of cold light, the tip of a gun representing death!
Perhaps when faced with desperation, a person can indeed tap into all their potential. With Mud's abilities, there was no chance to retreat even a step in this fraction of a second. But at this moment, his body, his steps, perfectly matched his reaction speed for the first time, stepping back one step!
This step! It was on the line of death, and it was also the last step he would take in his life!
Swish!
The gun's tip pressed against Mud's forehead, making a faint sound, like a hot knife cutting through butter, passing through without any obstruction.
In this moment of impending death, Mud finally saw who was about to kill him.
His eyes widened in shock as blood trickled down his greasy long hair. In his pupils reflected the cold face of Hong Lian, those narrow eyes were icy and calm!
"You," he uttered softly, and Mud's pupils dilated as he stared at Hong Lian, completely breathless.
Perhaps even in the underworld, he would not forget Hong Lian's cold face, far colder than his own—cold as an ancient glacier.
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