Chapter 1744 - 896: You Cast the Bait, I Take the Stage (Part 2)

Now Ling Liu and Meng Fengzuo can only admit that this move has thoroughly exceeded their expectations, disrupting their original plans once again.

The original plan can be said to be completely void.

There's simply no need.

Because all they racked their brains to think about was nothing but luring the tiger away from its domain and leading the snake out of its hole.

Yet now, Ji Jue has clearly acted as they expected, even voluntarily stepping out of his safety zone into the trap without them having to expend any effort...

But why can't they feel any relief?

In silence, Ling Liu suppressed the anger in his heart and sneered coldly: "We haven't even had time to cast the bait, and he's already hitting the nest right before us, it's perfect, saves us some effort."

Originally, they intended to proceed cautiously, calculating meticulously, planning to take this chance to fish big, and who would have thought that they hadn't even set their folding stools down when the opponent's hook was already right under their noses...

What's more frustrating is they have no choice but to bite!

"Things have come to this point, what can be done?"

Meng Fengzuo slowly said: "How to decide, I must report to Mr. Han, the arrangements on the West Sea side, I'll trouble Elder Ling to continue advancing."

Ling Liu remained silent, gazing at the sea map and coordinates on the water mirror, and waved his hand.

In the shattered illusion light of the mirror, Meng Fengzuo vanished.

And he too got up and left.

Only, after walking a few steps in the corridor outside the door, he heard an angry roar and a miserable cry from the other room.

After pushing the door open, the scene in the interrogation room was gruesome and tragic.

The naked man on the electric chair was already covered in wounds, flesh blurred, convulsing incessantly, foaming at the mouth, barely clinging to life.

"Still not talking?"

Ling Liu asked casually, the subordinate lowered his head in shame, speechless.

Instead, the man on the electric chair clenched his teeth tightly, amidst his painful stupor, he opened his eyes wide, looking at him.

"It doesn't matter, there's no need to fuss over such trivialities."

Ling Liu coldly waved his hand, ordered: "After all, such a small character can't reveal much. Since he's unwilling to bow, let him keep his dignity."

"Yes."

The subordinate paused, nodded, rummaged through the toolbox, found a knife, approached the tortured man on the electric chair, and swiftly slit his throat.

Thick blood sprayed forth from the throat.

The man on the electric chair finally stopped struggling, after enduring the torment, he finally met his own death.

As if relieved.

Yet that remaining eye, till the end, stared intently in Ling Liu's direction, even if it lost focus, barely able to discern his face.

There was no resentment or evil in his expression, so calm and contemptuous.

As if, he simply went ahead first...

I'll wait for you!

"After all, only a dog raised by the Seven Cities."

Ling Liu indifferently withdrew his gaze, turned around and left: "Each one of them, reckless!"

Yet, for some reason, even after becoming accustomed to life and death, witnessing situations far more tragic and terrifying thousands of times over, even long after walking out, he still felt like a thorn in his back.

As if that eye was still watching him.

He continued forward.

Without looking back.

.

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Compared to the turbulence and disturbance in the West Sea, the decision in East City was but a moment.

When Meng Fengzuo opened that door, he saw Han Hui, eyes lowered, gazing at the pages, and the tea already brewed beside him.

"Back? Sit."

After Meng Fengzuo sat down, in the long silence, his breathing gradually calmed, and taking a sip of the slightly cold tea on the table, he hadn't spoken yet when he heard Han Hui's words.

"I already know about West Sea's affairs, no need for you to worry."

Han Hui spoke slowly, placing a letter on the table, pushing it to Meng Fengzuo: "Since they are so arrogant, I must also make some responses."

"Some days ago, I've already communicated with Ku Mountain, now there's feedback from the Luzhi faction, you will host and arrange."

He said: "The opportunity is rare, do not be careless."

Meng Fengzuo was momentarily shocked, then respectfully bowed his head.

"Yes."

He carefully picked up the alliance pledge, got up to leave, but before departing, he hesitated for a moment, nearly speaking but stopping.

"Why pretend to be complicated, Fengzuo?" Han Hui laughed: "Am I such a reckless brute who can't listen to advice? Speak freely without worry."

"Mr. Han's actions have always been as the sun in the sky, how could someone like me have anything to comment on?"

Meng Fengzuo responded respectfully, mustering his courage: "As of now, the Desert Market election has settled, but the struggle between East City and Hai Province is now at the tipping point.

I am just worried that your excessive generosity may be exploited by them, so I dare..."

"Ha."

Han Hui chuckled: "There's no need to speak so nicely, you worry that I'm too used to posturing, arrogant, incapable of performing despicable, sinister acts, maybe even capsizing in the gutter, right?"

"I dare not." Meng Fengzuo bowed deeply.

"Rest assured, Fengzuo, in the matter of Hai Province, I have no intention of being careless."

Han Hui patted his shoulder: "Moreover, dealing with opponents like Chen Xingzhou, where the difference in size remains daunting, even going to every extreme is still barely enough, where is there room to consider so-called reputation and dignity."

He paused for a moment: "Since it's already a fight to the death, I too will not hesitate, naturally I will go all out."