Kou Beiyue squatted on the curb, holding a bowl of old altar pickles in his hand, slurping the noodles.
His gaze was scattered, immersed in thought.
I already know the location of his work now, but it's all official agents there. Even in a one-on-one situation, I might not win. And if I kill someone in the office area, it will affect innocent people, which is not allowed by Master Wuheng.
It would be best to find out which residential area he lives in, sneak over at night, but I'm not good at tracking, and it's easy to be discovered. According to his habits, he will go to the nightclub with his colleagues tonight, and that's the opportunity.
Kou Beiyue's eyes gradually became fierce, and at this moment, he heard a voice with a smile coming from beside him:
"The enchanting demon in the realm of the saints, your basics are not bad. Are you a wanderer or a member of an organization?"
Kou Beiyue's back hair stood up, and in his crouching position, he jumped up two meters in place, and at the same time, he threw the instant noodles in his hand towards the source of the sound.
After making this series of instinctive actions, he finally turned his gaze over and saw the person speaking. It was a young man wearing a sports headband, with a sunny and handsome appearance, the type of athletic handsome guy.
The hot soup and noodles splashed over, but before it touched the young man's body, it slid down along an invisible air wall.
At the same time, Kou Beiyue's body stiffened, and he stood in place with convulsions in his limbs, unable to make any further movements.
Invisible chains bound him.
The young man with the sports headband smiled and said, "I'm not an official person, no need to be nervous. I just came to see you because you have a light aura but are an enchanting demon, quite unusual."
Kou Beiyue did not relax his vigilance because of the other party's words, but now he was unable to resist and could only cooperate obediently, saying in a deep voice, "What do you want?"
The Demon Eye Tianwang asked, "Which organization are you from?"
"Wanderer!"
"Why don't you like killing? You should know that the more people you kill, the stronger the aura becomes. People from the Lawful camp call us evil professionals, it's not groundless slander. An enchanting demon who doesn't like killing is equivalent to being useless." The Demon Eye Tianwang asked with a smile.
Us? Is he also an enchanting demon? How did he figure out my profession? Kou Beiyue sneered and said, "Whether to kill or not is my own decision. Why should my profession dominate me?"
The Demon Eye Tianwang was stunned and said with a smile, "Interesting, you are an interesting fellow."
After that, he stepped forward and slapped Kou Beiyue.
Smack!
The loud slap attracted the attention of passersby. Kou Beiyue's cheek was swollen high, his eyebrows were upside down, and his eyes were filled with anger as he roared like a lion, "Let me go, and I'll fight you!"
The Demon Eye Tianwang suddenly realized, "So you're combative. From ancient times to the present, enchanting demons have always been the most powerful warriors. Your temperament is in line with that. If you can be more bloodthirsty, your future achievements will be limitless."
"Kid, are you interested in following me? My right-hand man was killed, and I plan to train another one, and you're not bad."
Although Li Xianzong is bloodthirsty by nature, he is also proud and does not bother with ordinary people. He disdains killing ordinary people. It is only natural for the agents of the Lawful camp to be restrained from killing. In addition, Li Xianzong is not interested in women, and he does not engage in humiliating women. Coupled with his excellent talent, this is why the Demon Eye Tianwang took an interest in him and focused on training him.
If he were an enchanting demon without any bottom line, the Demon Eye Tianwang would not have taken an interest.
Kou Beiyue's eyes were filled with anger, and he coldly said, "Not interested!"
"Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you?" The Demon Eye Tianwang said with a sly smile.
"If you want to kill, then kill. Stop the nonsense." Kou Beiyue's youthful nature was very strong.
"Interesting~" The Demon Eye Tianwang stroked his chin and said with a smile, "No rush, you will agree to my offer. After I finish my current business, I will take you back to the north."
After that, he silently marked Kou Beiyue and left.
Good Music Hotel.
A taxi stopped outside the hotel, and Wang Qian got out of the car, walked into the hotel lobby, and stopped at the front desk.
"The master and the brothers are in the 409 suite. You should go up quickly."
The beautiful female receptionist said softly.
Wang Qian nodded slightly, went deep into the hotel, took the elevator, and arrived on the fourth floor.
He found room 409 skillfully and knocked on the door according to the agreed-upon rhythm.
The door opened, and the crazy and wild-looking man with hair like a lion's mane and a beer belly stood at the door. When he saw Wang Qian, he said hurriedly, "Come in quickly."
Wang Qian nodded and squeezed into the door, looking around. In the large suite, more than twenty members of the Zhi Sha Palace had gathered, both men and women, with sexy and charming beauties and elegant and gloomy men.
There were Transcendent agents like him, as well as powerful saints.
Of course, the most powerful was the woman in a red dress sitting behind the desk.
She was the goddess in the hearts of the members of the Zhi Sha Palace, and both men and women were infatuated with the enchanting and peerless master. This was not only due to the attribute bonus of the musician profession but also the personal charm of the master.
Wang Qian didn't know the exact number of Zhi Sha Palace members, but he knew there were about thirty, less than forty.
This was roughly the number of a typical family in the Spirit Realm, and in a civilian organization, it was a behemoth.
With a master-level agent presiding, even the official authorities had to take it seriously and treat them with relative equality.
"Everyone is here. For those who couldn't make it, I have already personally informed them." The master of the Zhi Sha Palace looked around the room and announced, "From today, everyone will temporarily leave Songhai. I have already found a place for us to stay, and the master will take you there."
The members' faces changed slightly, and they looked at each other.
The crazy and wild man with a beer belly explained, "Everyone who couldn't make it, I have already personally informed them."
Wang Qian nodded slightly, went deep into the hotel, took the elevator, and arrived on the fourth floor.
He found room 409 skillfully and knocked on the door according to the agreed-upon rhythm.
The door opened, and the crazy and wild-looking man with hair like a lion's mane and a beer belly stood at the door. When he saw Wang Qian, he said hurriedly, "Come in quickly."
Wang Qian nodded and squeezed into the door, looking around. In the large suite, more than twenty members of the Zhi Sha Palace had gathered, both men and women, with sexy and charming beauties and elegant and gloomy men.
There were Transcendent agents like him, as well as powerful saints.
Of course, the most powerful was the woman in a red dress sitting behind the desk.
She was the goddess in the hearts of the members of the Zhi Sha Palace, and both men and women were infatuated with the enchanting and peerless master. This was not only due to the attribute bonus of the musician profession but also the personal charm of the master.
Wang Qian didn't know the exact number of Zhi Sha Palace members, but he knew there were about thirty, less than forty.
This was roughly the number of a typical family in the Spirit Realm, and in a civilian organization, it was a behemoth.
With a master-level agent presiding, even the official authorities had to take it seriously and treat them with relative equality.
"Everyone is here. For those who couldn't make it, I have already personally informed them." The master of the Zhi Sha Palace looked around the room and announced, "From today, everyone will temporarily leave Songhai. I have already found a place for us to stay, and the master will take you there."
The members' faces changed slightly, and they looked at each other.
The crazy and wild man with a beer belly explained, "Everyone who couldn't make it, I have already personally informed them.""The Demon Eye King of the Army Bishop is looking for the official master, and is offering a reward for us on the black market. Any clue related to us is worth a hundred thousand. I think it's wise to leave Songhai to avoid the edge for the time being.
"Also, during the time away from Songhai, the palace master will subsidize you every month, ten thousand each."
A charmingly dressed woman frowned and said:
"When can we come back? Master, I dare to introduce a male yin friend. If I leave Songhai..."
The Master of the Killing Palace gave her a warning look, and the woman immediately changed her tune, sighing:
"But for the sake of the master, forget about the dog of a man."
The Master of the Killing Palace nodded in satisfaction and said with a smile, "I'll tie up the Primordial Supreme and send him to your bed."
The charming woman's eyes lit up. "It's a deal."
The Master of the Killing Palace smiled and said softly, "Litchi, how long has it been since you were last hung up and beaten?"
In the dining room after dinner.
Jiang Yu'er lay lazily on the sofa, her long legs resting on her nephew's thighs, a plate of grapes on her belly. She ate grapes while watching the news.
They were watching the Songhai News Channel, which was also a channel their grandfather often watched.
"Ha!"
Jiang Yu'er tilted her head, and the grape in her mouth flew accurately into the trash can several meters away.
Zhang Yuanqing looked at her. "Auntie, it's a shame you didn't play basketball."
"What's that? Even if it's farther away, I can still spit it in." The aunt hummed and changed to a more comfortable position.
"Yuan, massage your aunt's feet."
"No, it stinks!"
"Brat, your aunt's feet have been touched by countless men. You don't know how lucky you are." Jiang Yu'er, lying flat, looked at her nephew with a sneer in her eyes.
Even from the so-called angle of death, Zhang Yuanqing couldn't find a flaw in his aunt's face. She was still cute and charming, and her teardrop mole was still so alluring.
At this time, their grandfather looked away from the TV screen and asked, "When did you two start watching the news?"
"I don't watch it. I just want to accompany Grandpa," Zhang Yuanqing said immediately.
"I want to accompany Dad too," Jiang Yu'er said coquettishly.
Grandpa looked at them strangely. "I know what kind of people you are."
One only knows how to flatter for benefits, and the other is smooth-talking for benefits, neither of them is filial.
Jiang Yu'er and Zhang Yuanqing continued to play dead with a laugh.
Zhang Yuanqing gently massaged his aunt's sole of the foot, freeing his right hand to operate his phone.
He sent a text message to Aunt Xiao Yuan: "Aunt Xiao Yuan, how are you considering the gang's affairs?"
The magical Aunt Xiao Yuan replied: "To be continued!"
Ah, Xiao Yuan is a saint, and she is a big shot herself. If she could join the gang, it would be great. If Aunt Xiao Yuan could be recruited into the gang, Zhang Yuanqing would have a better chance with Master Wuheng.
Master Wuheng and his associated forces were the targets Zhang Yuanqing had always wanted to "conquer."
To establish his own network, ordinary wild wanderers were of little significance. At worst, they had to be a civilian organization. The Army Bishop and the Wuheng Hotel were the two most ideal and powerful channels.
Currently, his relationship with the Master of the Killing Palace was good, and they were getting closer and closer. But in the case of the Wuheng Hotel, the results were minimal.
Evil professions were still evil professions after all. Xiao Yuan and he had inherent grievances and estrangements. They couldn't be swayed by a few sweet words. It would take time or a turning point.
He could only take it slow. Zhang Yuanqing put down his phone and didn't push further.
At this time, the news anchor said, "Next, at 5:32 p.m. today, a gangster broke into a company called 'Huiteng Finance' in the Rongchuang Building and carried out a brutal massacre of the company's employees. The means were so cruel that it was unheard of. Of the 29 people in the company, only one receptionist survived.
"According to witnesses, the perpetrator was a young man in his thirties wearing a headband. The Public Security Bureau has launched an investigation."
The TV screen switched to surveillance footage, showing a young man wearing a sports headband pushing open the glass door of the financial company.
The surveillance footage froze at this moment.
The Demon Eye King, it must be him. This guy really wouldn't stay hidden. He caused a big incident as soon as he came to Songhai. Zhang Yuanqing clenched his phone tightly.
"Ouch!"
Auntie cried out in pain, tears welling up in her eyes. "You hurt me."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Zhang Yuanqing quickly let go of his aunt's foot and apologized repeatedly.
"Hmph!" Jiang Yu'er lightly kicked him in the chest and got up to go to the bedroom. "I'm not watching anymore. I'm going to bed."
Zhang Yuanqing instinctively followed his aunt's figure with his eyes, then lowered his head and sent a message to Li Dongze:
"Is the bloodbath at Rongchuang Building the work of the Demon Eye King?"
He was paying attention to the news to see if the Demon Eye King would cause a big incident. It turned out that he was right.
Li Dongze quickly replied:
"Yes. Elder Dog and Captain Fu Bai have secretly tracked him in the hope of finding him."
It was indeed him. Zhang Yuanqing typed: "Why did he massacre that financial company?"
Li Dongze: "It's not clear for now. The Public Security Bureau is still investigating, but from the information collected so far, this company is not very clean. It's a loan company. How they provoked the Demon Eye still needs further investigation."
"Got it." Zhang Yuanqing said with concern, "Will the Demon Eye target the Public Security Bureau? I'm in the Second Team, and he should know the office address of the Second Team. You guys will be in great danger."
The office address of the Second Team was in the Kangyang District Public Security Bureau, which was not a secret. Ordinary evil professionals might not know, but with the means and identity of the Demon Eye King, it wouldn't be difficult to find out.
Li Dongze replied:"Heh, we have the seeds of the Explosive Blossom. Its scent is incredibly potent; the Demon Eye King won't fail to sense it. He wouldn't risk his moral values dropping to zero just to kill a few irrelevant ants."
"That's also what the Centurion wants. After all, we can't really let the seeds explode; that would kill many people. Moreover, after today's bloody incident, the Demon Eye's moral values have taken a hit. He'll likely lay low for a while and won't continue his killing spree."
While chatting, the sound of a password being entered came from outside the living room, and the security door opened shortly after.
Chen Yuanjun entered, carrying a briefcase and looking exhausted.
Zhang Yuanqing replied with a message: "During these extraordinary times, be extra cautious."
Then he put away his phone and asked, "Brother, why are you only getting back now?"
"Something came up at work." Chen Yuanjun placed his briefcase on the coffee table, sat down at the dining table, and called out, "Grandma, I'm starving. Could you serve me a bowl of rice?"
Having just heard about the tragedy at Rongchuang Building, Zhang Yuanqing quickly sat down at the dining table, eager for gossip:
"Is it because of that financial company's case? The Rongchuang Building, it was just on the news."
Chen Yuanjun frowned out of habit, looking even more world-weary as he sighed:
"Not just that. Today has been hectic; our Security Bureau's director jumped off a building." "What?" Zhang Yuanqing was momentarily stunned.
The grandfather in the living room also turned his head to look over.
At that moment, the grandmother came out with a bowl of rice, handing it over while gossiping:
"The director jumped off a building? What's that about?"
Grandmother was never one to be outdone when it came to gossip.
Chen Yuanjun didn't want to talk about it, but seeing the interested look on grandma's face, he knew if he refused to answer, his bowl of rice might be taken away.
Grandma was capable of such actions.
"It's Zhou Yan, the one we talked about yesterday," Chen Yuanjun said as he shoveled a mouthful of rice, continuing, "the one who was reported for corruption and acting as a protective umbrella for the loan company."
Grandmother curiously asked, "Why did she jump?"
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Loan companies, Zhou Yan, the Rongchuang Building massacre—Zhang Yuanqing thought, what a coincidence?
Before Chen Yuanjun could speak, the grandfather sitting on the distant sofa asked in a deep voice:
"Is she connected to that financial company in the Rongchuang Building?"
Although he was no longer a security officer, the grandfather's instincts were still sharp.
Chen Yuanjun nodded slightly: "That company is the loan platform she was shielding."
"Oh!" The grandfather turned his head back and commented indifferently, "She deserved to die."
He didn't want to continue the topic and focused on watching TV.
Grandmother sat at the table, nibbling here and there, and after asking for a long time and feeling she understood enough, she advised, "Eat well."
Then she turned and went into her daughter's room to share the gossip.
Zhang Yuanqing went to the bathroom to wash up. After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he returned to his room, summoned the little rascal for some free time, and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.
The Demon Eye's style is indeed as the Master of the Stop Killing Palace described, tsk tsk, killing twenty-eight people in one go, no, twenty-nine, that's two thousand and ninety moral values. He probably won't kill recklessly for a while and will choose to lay low and do good deeds. It will be even harder to find him, and during this interval, he might shift his focus to tracking down me and the Master of the Stop Killing Palace.
And the news from the Bishop of Soldiers is so well-informed? Am I in even greater danger?
"Ding"
The phone notification sounded.
The Demon Eye King took out his phone to check the message:
"Your Majesty, I've just uncovered some information. Over a month ago, Ou Xiangrong, who was controlled by the Guise Judge, died at Songhai University. The one who killed him, the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign, might be a student there."
Songhai University—the Demon Eye King replied to the message:
"Can you get a photo of the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign?"
"Sorry, there aren't many who have seen the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign, mostly officials, and we can't get it. We won't be able to get it in a short time."
After reading the message, the Demon Eye King didn't reply further and put away his phone.
It didn't matter if there was no photo; he could simply stake out Songhai University.
At 11 p.m., in the No Trace Inn.
The shrill ring of the phone woke Xiao Yuan from her light sleep. She picked up the phone from the bedside table; the caller ID showed Kou Beiyue!
Xiao Yuan's delicate eyebrows raised as she answered the call, her voice cold:
"You still have the nerve to contact me?"
"Xiao, Xiao Yuan," a young, embarrassed, and deep voice came through the phone, tinged with a bit of anxiety.
Xiao Yuan was silent for a second before saying, "What is it? Speak quickly."
"I, I'm trapped in a nightclub by my enemies. They're hunting for me, and I won't last much longer," Kou Beiyue's voice was very low.
Xiao Yuan abruptly stood up, her expression turning serious: "Tell me your location, now!"
"Kangyang District, Bai Xing Road, Red Dragon Nightclub," Kou Beiyue whispered:
"I'm not calling to ask for rescue; it's too late, you won't make it in time. I went against Master No Trace's rules by assassinating an official walker on my own. He won't save me now.
"I was too impulsive this time. I didn't expect that they were already on to me. I'm calling to tell you that I've always seen you as a mother. I have a bad temper, impulsive and irritable. After my sister died, only you didn't hate me, putting up with my foul temper. I'm very sorry."
He said a lot, but Xiao Yuan didn't take in a single word.
Her heart sank to the bottom.
From Jinshan City to Songhai, it would take at least forty minutes. There was no way she could make it in time.
Master No Trace had set rules: not to deeply associate with evil professions, not to initiate conflicts with officials, to forget the past, to let go of what's behind, to redeem oneself.
Kou Beiyue had broken the rules; Master No Trace would not save him.
What to do, who else could save him? Xiao Yuan's face was cold as her thoughts raced.
Kangyang District?
Suddenly, she thought of the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign.