Chapter 107: Chapter 104 Who is it? [2nd Update!]_2

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Just one Yang Xiaoyun was enough to send them tumbling upside down, the lethal weapon among men inside must be terrifyingly powerful. Just watching those few kicks, if any had landed on them, not a single one would have survived.

To chase after her would likely be a death wish.

Besides, Zuo Qiuyang had already fled; where then was their reason to fight to the death?

As they contemplated this, the sound of footsteps arrived in the blink of an eye.

The first to arrive was a middle-aged man, wearing a pair of black gloves still stained with blood not yet wiped clean.

Iron Palm Tie Xiangying!

His gaze swept over them and he lightly waved his hand: “Take them down!”

The men behind immediately leapt forward. These guards had already lost their will to fight, and so they threw their weapons on the ground one after another to avoid needless casualties.

The corridor was deep at first, but only a few steps forward, and there was the exit.

“So this was just a facade…”

Su Mo stayed alert and leapt out, ready for an ambush from outside, only to find an empty room upon exiting.

His mouth twitched momentarily: “Such ridiculous trickery, but you have indeed mastered the art of deception.”

Just as he was considering where to search for Zuo Qiuyang, he noticed fresh blood on the ground.

Following the traces out of the room, it wasn’t long before he was inside another room in the Inner Courtyard.

The doors of the room were wide open.

Directly opposite the door was a desk, and in front of the desk sat a person, eyes closed, with a caved-in temple, already dead.

It was… Zuo Qiuyang!

As Su Mo stepped into the room, he saw ink, brush, paper, and inkstone on the desk, the paper stained with blood and the writing on it left in haste – beginning with four large characters: Victory for the King, Defeat for the Bandit!

Then, the frantic, hastily scrawled message continued: No one can kill me, except myself!!!

“…”

Su Mo carefully examined the dead body, then scanned the words on the desk, and couldn’t help but curl his lips in disdain:

“This son of a gun must have been sick.”

“Who’s there?”

Yang Xiaoyun’s voice came through, as she stepped over the threshold and caught sight of Zuo Qiuyang’s body, then stood with Su Mo, looking at each other in bewilderment.

The last to enter was Wei Ziyi.

“Dead?”

Wei Ziyi glanced at the body and then at the writing, shaking her head: “He chose death over surrender, indeed a true man in his own way.”

The person she held in her hand, Zhan Ming, looked at Zuo Qiuyang’s body with a complex expression.

Seemingly recalling something, he let out a secretive sigh.

“Since he couldn’t kill us, his path naturally came to an end.

“Not wanting to fall into the hands of others, with no control over his own life or death, he ended it himself – perhaps not such a bad thing after all.”

Yang Xiaoyun sighed, glanced at Su Mo: “Does this mean closure for us?”

Su Mo, staring at the body, seemed to contemplate deeply, subtly nodded but did not speak.

Because at that moment, footsteps approached.

It was Tie Xiangying.

His gaze swept over the three of them one by one, finally resting on Zuo Qiuyang:

“He died rather decisively.”

His voice paused for a moment, then he bowed to the three of them: “My lords, the City Lord requests your presence.”

Wei Ziyi nodded slightly, then looked back at Su Mo.

“No need.”

Su Mo shook his head and said to Wei Ziyi: “Miss Wei, our journey here too concludes with this. I am very satisfied with this grand gesture.”

“This…”

Wei Ziyi was startled, and then cautiously asked: “Lord Su, are you blaming me for not explaining my relationship with City Lord Hua to you?”

Su Mo looked at Wei Ziyi strangely, and couldn’t help but laugh:

“Where does Miss Wei get such ideas? I came here solely for the vendetta from that dark alley’s assassination. Miss Wei made great efforts to find my foe; I am not even finished being grateful, how could I possibly blame you?

“It’s just that Sister Yun and I have been through quite an ordeal getting here, and now that our light yet heavy vengeance has been avenged, we also feel quite exhausted.

“Thinking it over, it’s been nearly two months since we’ve been through all this, currently feeling a bit fatigued.

“To meet City Lord Hua in this condition would be somewhat disrespectful, so I must wait for another time when I am free to personally apologize to City Lord Hua.”

Wei Ziyi, believing him to be quite sincere, finally nodded:

“That’s good then. Do not blame me, for this matter I indeed have a great secret. Once I am free, I will visit Ziyang Escort Agency personally to apologize to Lord Su.”

“That is too kind of you.”

Su Mo, leading Yang Xiaoyun, gave a bow and said: “Then here’s to the unwavering hills and the everlasting streams!”

“Until we meet again!”

Wei Ziyi bowed in return, and Zhan Ming thumped to the ground with a groan, writhing in pain but daring not to utter a word.

The Autumn Rain, Pursuing Soul, Meteor of the Night, was now but a wretched creature.

Su Mo immediately turned, taking Yang Xiaoyun with him, and with leaps and bounds, they were soon far away.

Tie Xiangying glanced at Wei Ziyi and spoke softly: “This man’s martial arts skills are extraordinary; if we could make use of him…”

“I advise you to absolutely dismiss such thoughts!”

Wei Ziyi’s expression darkened: “Regarding this man, I will explain personally to City Lord Hua.”

“Is it… You seem to regard him quite highly?”

“Regard him highly?”

Wei Ziyi clicked her tongue slightly: “I am somewhat afraid of him…”

Every time Wei Ziyi thought about the way Su Mo killed the Three Commanders of Youquan Sect, she felt a bone-chilling fear.

In today’s world, who could withstand that sword?

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