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Date: October 7th
I told you everything I know. I will leave Li immediately and never come back. Please, have mercy on me. The man who first recognized Yang Xiaoyou from the crowd suddenly knelt down with a thud, begging repeatedly.
With such speed and power, running this distance was futile; he could only wait for the other party to show mercy.
He was just a low-level thug, fully aware of when to save face and when not to.
"I have a rough idea of the problem myself. Asking you for specifics is pointless; I'll look into it myself later." Yang Xiaoyou said slowly, glancing at the few people in front of him who were on the verge of collapse.
Letting them go? Impossible.
"Ugh, ugh."
Hearing the sound of a train passing by, Yang Xiaoyou casually grabbed his bag and walked toward a dark alley by the roadside.
As for cleaning up? Did this matter concern him? He was just an ordinary person going about his daily life.
Even if someone from Yongxing Society knew they were targeting him, they would still attribute their deaths to the Common Unity Party. Meanwhile, divisions were starting to emerge within the Common Unity Party itself; even if they found out, it would only lead to mutual suspicion.
This incident also served as a reminder for Yang Xiaoyou. Although the mysterious deaths of all personnel in this incident would largely divert Yongxing's attention, there was still a possibility they would continue to seek trouble with him.
If that were the case, he needed to ensure they had no opportunity or energy to do so.
"Sigh, I don't like resorting to violence; what era are we in?" After returning home, he casually fiddled with the gun models in his house while muttering to himself. His pet, which had clearly gained some weight, seemed to tremble slightly as it peeked out from its hiding spot, its eyes blinking curiously at its owner.
"Captain, what should we do about this case? Should we treat it as a traffic accident?" A police officer placed a document in front of the middle-aged police officer and asked.
"Well, since there’s no evidence left behind, we can only consider it a traffic accident. What’s wrong with Yongxing? Are they upset that last time's incident settled too quickly?" The middle-aged officer rubbed his temples in frustration.
The fact that five people were simultaneously struck by a train was indeed bizarre; there had to be some underlying cause. But knowing there was an underlying cause didn’t change anything; investigations nowadays relied on evidence. The scene clearly indicated that those individuals had been hit by the train—there were no signs of stabbings or bullet wounds at the scene.
Moreover, the incident was also related to the troublesome local power known as the Yongxing Society. The higher-ups had already instructed to downplay the case.
"Captain, according to the intel, it seems that Yongxing has some plans regarding the Common Unity Party. Is there any possibility in this?" Lin Min, who appeared somewhat distracted, forced himself to focus and asked.
Recently, Lin Min had been feeling quite disheartened. Following the news of the Dojo Master's death at the Golden Dragon Dojo, he had hoped to trace leads that would lead him to that elusive figure. However, it seemed he had stumbled upon a massive entity instead. Much of his energy had been spent investigating this mysterious force.
Unfortunately, there were too few relevant clues and evidence, which left him feeling quite helpless. He couldn't catch that elusive figure, and even when he uncovered other issues, he couldn't find any leads. This situation was a significant blow to this young police officer, who was extremely confident in his abilities and somewhat arrogant.
Especially now, as time passed and he witnessed compromises made towards crime, he felt increasingly helpless; this was far from his original intentions.
After receiving some new information, he forced himself to gather his thoughts and approached his captain with his question.
For some reason, after posing this question, the image of that elusive figure flashed through his mind again.
If his initial hypothesis were correct, then that figure must be a member of the Common Unity Party. Now, simply being associated with the Common Unity Party was no longer an issue; considering the conflict between the Common Unity Party and Yongxing, it was highly likely that he would be involved.
"Alright, regardless of whether this matter is connected to the Common Unity Party or not, its classification is still a traffic accident. Sigh, Lin, I was young once too. After encountering certain problems frequently, you'll understand that unsolved cases will always outnumber solved ones," said the middle-aged officer with a serious tone as he looked at his overly passionate subordinate.
Having such enthusiasm is good, but he feared that this promising subordinate might run into issues beyond their capacity to handle. Compromise is a skill one must learn.
Yang Xiaoyou rubbed the spot on his head where he had been struck and inhaled sharply before giving a wry smile at Feng Lin, who was drenched.
Every early morning, he would still come to Feng Lin for energy cultivation. The environment at Monsoon Shrine was quite suitable for it. After venting last night, his mindset today felt much calmer.
However, every time he saw Feng Lin soaked in water with her form accentuated by her wet clothes, he would find himself momentarily lost in thought. At such times, Feng Lin would tap him with her sword sheath as if scolding him for being distracted.
Although he was often struck like this, Yang Xiaoyou found it enjoyable; compared to monotonous practice, witnessing such beauty—something only he could appreciate—was a form of compensation. This was life.
"By the way, is Menglu Girl coming here to study?" As the light brightened and practice time came to an end, Yang Xiaoyou casually asked.
"Mm," Feng Lin replied succinctly and plainly as always.
However, from what she understood about Feng Lin, Yang Xiaoyou realized that her current mood should be happy. She probably felt a bit envious about Qiquelu choosing to learn Taekwondo instead of coming here.
Thinking about letting Qi Menglu learn the swordsmanship practiced here seemed like a good idea. At the very least, the practical combat ability was on a different level compared to Taekwondo. The swordsmanship passed down in the Feng Family was not something that could be rendered ineffective just because it was unarmed.
When she thought of Boom Dao and the equipment she had picked up on her way this early morning, Yang Xiaoyou felt a slight stir of excitement.
"Well, now that I have my own weapon, shall we give it a try? Hmm, but we have class soon, so let’s take it easy."
After saying that, Yang Xiaoyou raised her hand and revealed two black wrist guards that she had specially made after feeling constrained during their last encounter without any equipment.
Practicing with Feng Lin, who used cold weapons, would make it easier for her to identify her shortcomings.
Seeing Feng Lin nod in agreement, Yang Xiaoyou exerted a gentle force with both hands and instantly two oddly shaped blades appeared in her palms. They were only half a palm wide and split in the middle with sharp edges extending outward.
The blades looked somewhat like flying daggers that had been split down the center. They were entirely edged with no handles, pressed into her palms by her thumbs. However, at the end of each blade, there seemed to be a transparent fine thread connected to the wrist guards below. The ends of the split blades slightly extended outward in a shape resembling a character, suggesting they could be used in conjunction with the silk thread for locking and binding when necessary.
"Here we go."
After that, Yang Xiaoyou suddenly swung her left hand back. The blade tips in her hands pierced into an ancient tree behind her with the silk thread attached. She was pulled along the direction of the silk thread and flew backward as if the seemingly ordinary wrist guards had activated some hidden mechanism!
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