"Quick, stop them." At this ti, Zhu Chuan, along with other assassins from Skyhawk Pavilion, swiftly arrived at the entrance. Seeing Ling Chen and the others rushing over, Zhu Chuan shouted loudly, leading the charge and swiftly rushing forward to intercept Ling Chen’s group.
Just then, a shadow flashed by, instantly appearing in front of Zhu Chuan, blocking his attack.
"Last ti wasn’t very satisfying, I hope you won’t disappoint again."
Looking at Chen Junfeng standing in front of him, Zhu Chuan’s expression imdiately darkened. Though he is also a martial arts expert on the Heavenly List, he is an assassin; darkness is where he truly excels. Facing Chen Junfeng directly is undoubtedly a disadvantage for him.
Though reluctantly, Zhu Chuan had no choice but to stop these people; he couldn’t allow them to proceed further. Otherwise, the secrets of this base would be exposed.
While pondering, Chen Junfeng launched an attack, lightly tapping his toes as he charged straight at him.
Seeing his opponent approaching, Zhu Chuan’s wrist shook, and with a series of ’whizzing’ sounds, dozens of concealed weapons flew out imdiately, sealing off all of Chen Junfeng’s attack routes.
Seeing this, Chen Junfeng had no choice but to stop, quickly change positions, and evade the assault from the concealed weapons.
Having repelled Chen Junfeng, Zhu Chuan did not continue to attack but instead turned around to retreat.
"Everybody, stop!"
Hearing Zhu Chuan’s shout, everyone imdiately focused their gaze on him. Tong Zhentian stepped forward, ca to the frontline, coldly looked at Zhu Chuan, and said in a deep voice, "Surrender, you have no way out."
Zhu Chuan snorted, "It’s still hard to predict the outco until the last mont. Tong Zhentian, take your people and get out of my territory imdiately, and I will let bygones be bygones. Otherwise, don’t bla for being unkind."
"At this point, you still persist stubbornly. Fine! I want to see what else you can do. Attack!"
"Hold on!" Zhu Chuan raised his hand and looked at Tong Zhentian, saying, "Tong, do you intend to watch them being slaughtered?"
As the words fell, twenty or so n suddenly appeared behind Zhu Chuan. Each wore black clothes and black masks, giving off an eerie vibe.
Trailing behind these n were over thirty individuals, each looking disheveled, bruised, and battered. Seeing them, Ling Chen and the others’ expressions changed involuntarily.
Aren’t these the martial artists who accompanied them? How did they end up in the enemy’s hands?
"Mr. Ling," Liu Dongsheng spoke beside him, "it’s these people. Whenever we were attacked before, soone would mysteriously disappear; it turns out they were all captured."
Ling Chen squinted, looking at the n in black. Being able to abduct people right under the eyes of a group of martial artists shows these people’s skills are remarkable.
"Tong Zhentian, withdraw all your n, and I might consider sparing their lives."
Hearing this, Tong Zhentian furrowed his brows and hesitated to speak. After a while, he turned to look at He Ziyun and Ling Chen and asked, "What do you think?"
"Don’t retreat." He Ziyun said, "Su He will arrive soon, and once he does, the situation might change."
Ling Chen nodded. Su He is known as the world’s number one; no one can ignore his presence. Even alone, he has the capability to alter the situation.
"What then? Are we really going to disregard those people’s lives?"
"Well..." He Ziyun seed a bit hesitant. Abandoning those martial artists is not their style. Yet, besides this option, there seem to be no other alternatives.
At that mont, a delicate hand gently tugged at Ling Chen’s sleeve from behind.
Ling Chen turned around, seeing Zhu Qing behind him. He was about to speak when she gestured for silence. Ling Chen imdiately closed his mouth and quietly followed Zhu Qing out of the crowd while everyone’s attention was on Zhu Chuan and Tong Zhentian.
"Lady Zhu, is there anything you need?"
"I know how they managed to capture people."
Ling Chen said, "The Skyhawk Pavilion was founded by your Zhu Family, so the thods must be similar."
"No." Zhu Qing shook her head, saying, "Our Zhu Family doesn’t have such thods. Even the most skilled assassins on the Heavenly List couldn’t make people disappear in plain sight."
"Is that so?" Hearing Zhu Qing, Ling Chen beca intrigued, asking, "Then how did they do it?"
"Initially, I found it odd, but later I discovered that the base had many underground tunnels built, interconnected, spanning the entire base. They use these tunnels to abduct people and disappear without a trace."
Ling Chen’s eyes lit up, asking, "Have you investigated?"
"I’ve been through the tunnels. Just beneath your feet, there are at least forty concealed assassins who can spring out at any mont and attack."
Damn!
Ling Chen felt a chill down his spine, thankful for Zhu Qing’s tily warning. Otherwise, they would be in trouble.
Glancing at Zhu Chuan and Tong Zhentian still in confrontation, Ling Chen whispered, "Lady Zhu, can you take down there?"
Zhu Qing nodded, leading Ling Chen to the back of the crowd, to a place unnoticed. Then, Zhu Qing crouched down and lifted a floor tile. Imdiately, a person-wide entrance was revealed below.
"Go ahead."
Without a word, Ling Chen jumped down. This tunnel could only accommodate one person at a ti, and if two people t face to face, they had to turn sideways to pass. Moreover, the tunnel’s height was limited, only about one ter, necessitating a bent posture.
With Zhu Qing guiding, Ling Chen ventured down the tunnel for over ten ters and saw a crossroad ahead. Zhu Qing pointed to the left, motioning to Ling Chen that assassins were lurking there.
Ling Chen reached the crossroad and stealthily peeked, noticing a dozen or so assassins in the left tunnel. The presence of these assassins continuously threatened everyone’s safety; they had to be dealt with.
Thinking of this, Ling Chen stretched his hand towards Zhu Qing, who understood imdiately and handed him over ten flying daggers. As an assassin, these items were carried for ergencies.
With flying daggers in hand, Ling Chen didn’t act impulsively, carefully observing those assassins. At that mont, the dozen assassins’ attention was fixed upwards, their deanor suggesting they were awaiting orders.
At this opportunity, Ling Chen swiftly charged forward, his hand moving with lightning speed, casting over ten flying daggers in an instant. In the blink of an eye, over ten assassins had their throats pierced by the daggers, without a sound, and fell silently to the ground, lifeless.
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