Chapter 324 - 251: Reaping Interest, and Watch the Blade Dance (2)

Chapter 324: Chapter 251: Reaping Interest, and Watch the Blade Dance (2)

Everyone’s eyes lit up.

You know, that was actually a pretty good idea.

"Let me go. I know the situation inside and out. Just give me a few sharp, capable brothers as backup, and I’m confident I can take care of those scumbags," Yan Feng immediately volunteered.

"No. You just came back from scouting. The outside world has probably taken notice of you by now. If you leave the Square again, you’ll be easily exposed. I should be the one to go," Wen Yunlong said.

"Brother Long, you may be stronger than me, but you don’t know the inside details as well as I do. So let me go."

Just as Yan Feng and Wen Yunlong were arguing over who should go, a cold voice suddenly came from outside.

"Neither of you needs to go. I’ll handle this."

Hearing the familiar voice, everyone present was stunned. Third Brother Xie’s eyes shot up, her face filled with disbelief.

At the same time, Wu Liangchen strode into the room.

"Brother Xiaowu!"

"Brother Xiaowu, you’re back!"

Surprised and joyful greetings rose one after another.

Wu Liangchen gave a slight nod, then walked straight through the crowd to stand before Third Brother Xie.

By now, Third Brother Xie’s eyes were already brimming with emotional tears.

Although she was the nominal master of Flower Square, she knew better than anyone that Wu Liangchen was its true soul.

This sudden incident had caught her completely off guard. Though she tried her best to hold everything together, she felt a profound sense of exhaustion, both mental and physical.

But now, seeing Wu Liangchen, it was as if a crushing weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She felt immensely relieved.

But then she lowered her head in shame. "Xiaowu, I..."

She truly didn’t know what to say.

After all, when Wu Liangchen left, he had entrusted everyone to her. But now, Uncle Bai was dead—brutally murdered.

How could she possibly explain this to Wu Liangchen?

"Take me to see him first," Wu Liangchen said, his voice low.

"Okay!"

Third Brother Xie then personally led the way, taking Wu Liangchen to a temporary morgue.

To preserve evidence, Third Brother Xie had ordered everyone to touch the body as little as possible. So even now, Uncle Bai was still in the clothes he wore when he died, the bloodstains still on them.

When the white cloth was lifted, revealing the full sight of Uncle Bai’s body, Wu Liangchen’s face was devoid of expression. He just stood there, watching silently.

Wen Yunlong and Yan Feng, who had followed him, didn’t even dare to breathe too loudly.

Only Third Brother Xie was recounting the situation in a low voice.

"It’s all my fault. I wasn’t thinking clearly. To avoid conflict with the East Sea people, who had just entered the city and were at the height of their power, I ordered the Square to close temporarily and told the brothers to go home and rest. But Uncle Bai couldn’t sit still. He insisted on setting up his stall, and then... this happened..."

As she spoke, Third Brother Xie stole glances at Wu Liangchen’s face. She found that he remained silent, without even a flicker of emotion, and her heart tightened.

This kind of calm was too suffocating, too terrifying.

Just then, Wu Liangchen reached out and gently stroked Uncle Bai’s arm, which had been violently twisted and broken. A cold light flashed in his eyes.

He finally understood where the sudden sense of unease he had felt on the road had come from.

’It was the kind of premonition that only appears when someone close to you is in trouble.’

At the time, Wu Liangchen had thought something had happened to Mengchan or Erya, so he hadn’t dared to delay, rushing back as fast as he could.

When he entered Flower Square and made some inquiries, he immediately learned what had happened and came to see Third Brother Xie without stopping.

Now, looking at the horrific wounds on Uncle Bai’s body, Wu Liangchen felt incredibly calm inside, without even a trace of anger.

He simply said coolly, "The list."

Without hesitation, Third Brother Xie handed over the list that Yan Feng had just delivered.

Wu Liangchen took it, turned, and started to leave. But as he reached the door, he suddenly said, "Find a good mortician to prepare the body. Otherwise, I’m afraid Erya won’t be able to handle it when she sees him."

"Okay!" Third Brother Xie nodded immediately. When she looked again, she was startled to find that Wu Liangchen had already vanished.

’In just an instant, Wu Liangchen was gone. I didn’t see a single ripple in the process. Is this the power of a Grandmaster Martial Artist?’

Meanwhile, Wu Liangchen was racing through the night wind.

In the distance, the massive ships on the sea reflected the starlight. The sight was like a nightmare, weighing on the hearts of everyone in Huangpu Guard.

But this very sight was the greatest source of confidence for the people of the East Sea.

They reveled wantonly, celebrating their effortless capture of the city known as the Pearl of Great Yan.

Wu Liangchen stopped, perching on a rooftop. He gazed silently at the brilliant lights of the barracks in the distance, killing intent gradually rising in his heart.

’To be honest, just a moment ago, I was wondering if I was a bit too cold-blooded.’

’Otherwise, why would I have been so unmoved after seeing the terrible state of Uncle Bai?’

It was only now, as a monstrous rage roared to life in the depths of his heart, that Wu Liangchen finally understood.

When faced with a sudden, massive shock, a person is actually in a state of daze.

Only after gradually coming to their senses do emotions like grief and anger surface.

Wu Liangchen was no exception.

He suddenly remembered the time he had gifted the wonton cart to Uncle Bai.

Uncle Bai had been so happy then, his smile so wide.

Perhaps for this old man, who had sold wontons his entire life and raised his daughter with this one skill, it was only when standing before his wonton stall that he could stand tall and proud.

And things could have continued on so wonderfully.

But this group of East Sea people who had suddenly appeared had destroyed it all.

He had seen with his own eyes that Uncle Bai’s back was broken.

It had been brutally kicked and snapped.

’Perhaps to these East Sea scumbags, a "lowlife" like Uncle Bai should never have been allowed to live with his head held high.’

In truth, before this, Wu Liangchen hadn’t felt much about the East Sea "invasion."

It came back to the same thought: Great Yan had long deserved to die. Who took power after its fall was of no importance to Wu Liangchen.

In Kyoto, the only reason Wu Liangchen had acted against the East Sea people was because they had dared to open fire on him in the imperial palace.

In that case, naturally, Wu Liangchen hadn’t held back.

But he hadn’t expected this group of East Sea people, who had just landed in Huangpu Guard, to be even more inhuman. Since that was the case, they no longer had any reason to exist.

With a light leap, Wu Liangchen vanished into the lights ahead.

He decided to collect some interest tonight.

Inside the hastily converted tavern, the aroma of liquor mingled with the smell of cheap tobacco, the scent of women’s rouge and powder, and the stench of men’s sweat and body odor. The combination was nauseating.

But this was the kind of place these East Sea vagrants loved most.

At that moment, a drunken East Sea vagrant was boasting loudly.

"Heh heh, you should have seen it! When I was breaking that wonton-selling lowlife’s fingers one by one, he actually cried and begged me for mercy, saying he knew he was wrong and asking us to spare his life."

"Then Lord Haruki kicked his back and broke it! He just lay on the ground like a sack of rags, gasping for air. It was hilarious!"

His words drew fawning praise and cheers from the surrounding vagrants.

"Well done! That’s how you treat these Great Yan lowlifes! A damn shame I wasn’t there, or I would’ve skinned him alive!"

Just as these thugs were spouting their vile nonsense, the ground suddenly trembled. Then, an entire wall of the makeshift tavern came crashing down with a deafening ROAR.

Wu Liangchen walked in slowly and looked at the stunned vagrants.

"One, two, three... hmm, seventeen in total. Not that many, but it’s enough for one wave."

"Who the hell are you? What do you think you’re—" one of the vagrants roared, jumping to his feet.

But in the next instant, a brilliant flash of a blade cut off the rest of his words.

His throat was slit in an instant, his head connected only by a flap of skin at the back of his neck. Inertia sent his head flipping backward to hang against his back. His face, now looking up at his comrades from behind, held a confused expression, as if he couldn’t understand why his perspective had suddenly changed.

"BAKA!"

"Kill him!"

The remaining vagrants, horrified, roared and drew their swords, charging at Wu Liangchen.

But Wu Liangchen didn’t even flinch. He just gently raised his blade and murmured.

"Father-in-law, watch this blade dance!"

As he spoke, the light of his blade surged forth like an avalanche.