161: Chapter 161 Sending off the clock, a final farewell!
Despite the chaotic scene.
Branch Leader Wen Liang's face flashed with panic, but he immediately mobilized the internal energy within his body to suppress the poisoned wine, leapt into the air, and shouted:
"What are you panicking about??"
"It is just some low-grade poisoned wine. Guard yourselves and see if there are any strangers."
As Branch Leader Wen Liang's voice fell, he scanned his surroundings... He discovered that nearly half of the four hundred people had been affected. Those remaining were either lucky or were Ranked Martial Artists.
The poison Chen Yichuan had prepared could only affect those below the level of a martial artist.
As for martial artists and above, it would only cause them slight abdominal pain.
"Who!! Who is it? If I find out, I will exterminate their entire clan."
"Elder He, investigate!!" Young Master Fang Dalong's fat body shook, his face flushed with anger, making him look exactly like a living, red-faced fatty.
Zhao Erhe was equally furious and ordered his guards to investigate as well.
Little did they know.
The person they wanted to investigate had already climbed out of the courtyard and rendezvoused with the main force, along with Chen Yichuan, who had just arrived outside.
The moment he saw Chen Yichuan.
Gao Changhe did not hesitate; he knelt on one knee and said: "Lord Yichuan, I have fulfilled the mission. More than half of the disciples in the Beggar Sect Branch have been poisoned."
"How should we proceed? Please give your orders!!"
Heh.
Hearing this, Chen Yichuan's mouth curled up slightly, and he shouted: "Orders? What orders??"
"Kill the lackeys, seize the stronghold! Everyone, follow me!!"
"Today, no one in this Beggar Sect Branch can be let go. Even if it is an earthworm, dig it out and chop it in two. Damn it!!"
At his command.
The fifty men he brought rushed toward all sides of the residence, surrounding it tightly and breaking inward bit by bit.
Very quickly, the fifty-man main force had moved in.
At the main entrance of the residence, only Chen Yichuan, Fan Changkong, Chu Jianghe, and a few others remained, totaling ten people.
Among them, two people were carrying a large bell; this was something Chen Yichuan had personally selected.
This trip was specifically to deliver a bell to this bunch of scum!
Chen Yichuan took the lead and kicked open the magnificent gate.
Bang!
The huge commotion instantly alerted the Beggar Sect disciples guarding both sides. They brandished their clubs, rushed up, and shouted:
"Who goes there? Don't you know this is the Beggar Sect Branch?!"
"Audacious!!"
Hmph.
Chen Yichuan sneered, and his cold river unsheathed: "What are you blabbering about? The Six Fan Sect is handling a case. All bystanders, die for me!!"
Clang!!
With a swing of his blade, a cold light flashed, and the few Beggar Sect disciples blocking them instantly fell into a pool of blood.
After finishing this, Chen Yichuan snorted coldly: "Move out!!"
"Do not let a single one escape."
...In just a moment, Chen Yichuan led his men and fought their way in.
The Cold Star Bone-Crushing Finger had even been upgraded to the skillful level, rewarding him with 2 points of strength and 1 point of constitution.
However.
Chu Jianghe, who was on the side, was extremely depressed; it was just that Chen Yichuan's strikes were too fast and too ruthless.
He had not managed to secure a single kill.
The group arrived at the banquet scene, and the other teams also converged together.
Not counting the Beggar Sect disciples who had fallen on the ground.
Fifty against over two hundred—the advantage lay with Chen Yichuan.
Both sides were tense, yet no one made the first move; instead, they watched each other with vigilance.
Chen Yichuan was looking for how many experts were among this group.
In no time at all, Chen Yichuan fixed his gaze on four Third-Grade Martial Artists; it just so happened that they were standing in a very concentrated position.
They were all standing around the big fatty in the middle.
At a single glance, Chen Yichuan recognized who the fatty was: Young Master Fang Dalong, the nephew of Magistrate Lu of Shuangjiang County.
At that moment, Chen Yichuan already had a plan in mind.
The other side was also sizing him up.
Young Master Fang Dalong squeezed his way over, pointed at Chen Yichuan, and asked the people around him: "Damn it, who is this guy? He looks so arrogant."
"He even had someone carry a bell. What is the meaning of this?"
Young Master Fang Dalong's voice was not loud, but it was heard clearly by everyone present.
Before anyone else could answer.
Chen Yichuan slammed the large bell onto the ground with a bang and smiled cheekily: "Why carry a bell? Naturally, it is to deliver death to you scum!!"
"Everyone present today, count them one by one, none of you are leaving!!"
"I!! Chen Yichuan said so!!"
Chen Yichuan stepped on the large bell, exuding dominance, and pointed his right hand at the scum in front of him.
The provocation was maxed out.
However.
When the Beggar Sect group heard the words about delivering death, they were not very surprised; instead, they were interested in the name Chen Yichuan, or rather, they were afraid and felt dread.
"What, Chen Yichuan? He is Chen Yichuan!!"
"My god, are we finished today? Chen Yichuan, I heard... he wiped out several hundred people from the Poison Snake Cult by himself. We are not even enough to fill the gaps in his teeth."
"What did I say? Holding a banquet just like this... it is inappropriate, inappropriate."
"Ah!! It is Chen Yichuan, everyone run!"
"Chen Yichuan is a devil. He hacks people as soon as he wakes up. He is a madman, he is a madman."
"..."
A wave of commotion erupted within the Beggar Sect crowd.
Some were acting, but some were genuinely cowardly.
Actually, it was not their fault; the name Chen Yichuan had been deafeningly famous in recent days.
Not only did he assist the Iron-Clad Constable in wiping out the Poison Snake Cult, but it was also rumored that this person, Chen Yichuan, was simply a murderous demon who would hack people as soon as he woke up.
Listening to the voices of the crowd opposite him, Chen Yichuan's mouth twitched, and he sneered in his heart: 'What is this nonsense? Hack people as soon as I wake up? I might as well lie to you; I hack people while I am sleeping too.'
"Quiet!!"
Just as the chaotic sounds all around rose and fell, Branch Leader Wen Liang, who had been dark-faced all along, finally could not hold back and shouted sternly.
In an instant.
The discussion stopped immediately.
He first glanced at Young Master Fang Dalong, then walked forward slowly: "Lord Yichuan, I have long heard of your name."
"Is there some misunderstanding between us?"
Misunderstanding?
Chen Yichuan grinned and looked at him with the gaze one would use for an idiot: "Misunderstanding? No, this is not a misunderstanding. The poison was actually administered by me."
"There is no misunderstanding."
Thud.
As soon as these words were spoken.
The scene went silent, and the Beggar Sect members looked at Chen Yichuan with eyes as if they had seen a ghost.
They had originally been somewhat suspicious, but they had no evidence.
But... for Chen Yichuan to just blurt it out so casually, was it not... a bit.
"What! You poisoned them." Even Branch Leader Wen Liang, who had experienced great storms and waves, could not help but twitch his eyelid.
"A dignified Six Fan Sect constable actually using poison? If this gets out, would it not be disgraceful??"
Heh.
Chen Yichuan looked at him coldly and laughed contemptuously: "Get out? Heh, I said it before, today I am delivering death to you animals."
"Human Mutilation, slaughtering children—it is intolerable to heaven and earth!!"
"You animals must all die!!"
As soon as these words were spoken.
Repeating it once more, they knew very well from the scene before them that Chen Yichuan was not joking around with them.
Young Master Fang Dalong and Zhao Erhe, as sons of official families, had often heard their elders nagging them.
Never provoke Chen Yichuan.
He had killed two Third-Grade Martial Artists while being only a Second-rank Martial Artist, and now he had broken through to the Third-Grade. There were only four Third-Grade Martial Artists present; they probably were not even enough to fill the gaps in Chen Yichuan's teeth.