40: Chapter 40 Another undercover agent, Huang Yaoshi takes action
Chen Yichuan was completely indifferent to Xie Fei's miserable state; in fact, he felt a sense of satisfaction. How to put it? He had wanted to achieve this for so many years, and now that it was finally happening, he felt a tiny bit excited.
Moreover, someone like Xie Fei was the least worthy of sympathy... Spies were often the type of people who struggled to find empathy from either the righteous or the wicked.
"I can kill you, but tell me: who is your handler, and what plot does Qingfeng Stronghold have? Speak."
Hearing this, Xie Fei let out a long sigh of relief. This ruthless man had finally deigned to ask; it was wonderful. Wuwuwu. A wave of sorrow welled up from his heart.
In truth, from the very first moment the violence started, he hadn't been able to take it. To hell with brotherly loyalty. He had intended to confess from the start. But... his mouth was gagged, and who could understand that feeling of helplessness?
"Cough, cough... I'll talk. My handler is... Ling... Ling, Qing... Qingfeng."
"I beg you... kill me now. I need to respawn." Xie Fei used his last bit of strength, his hollow eyes gazing imploringly at Chen Yichuan.
"Ling Qingfeng!! It's actually him!!" Chen Yichuan was full of surprise. He knew Ling Qingfeng. Not long ago, the two had clashed because of Su San. He hadn't expected this kid to be a spy, and a big fish at that.
Among the players in Taoyuan Village, besides Zhang Fan who had a family legacy, only those two had cultivated to the level of a Quasi-Martial Artist... everyone else was only slightly stronger than an ordinary person. Thinking carefully, where did their martial arts come from? Wasn't it from Qingfeng Stronghold? It all added up.
"Ling Qingfeng? Damn it, it's actually that little turtle bastard. I even gave him a pancake the other day. Captain, I'll take men to catch him right now." Zhao Si appeared particularly furious, eager to arrest him immediately.
As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd in the cellar became incensed, shouting that they wanted to capture the traitor Ling Qingfeng.
However, Tian Yushan raised his hand to calm the excited crowd: "Enough. Let me think about this. The arrest must be foolproof... If he runs away, the consequences are unimaginable."
Ling Qingfeng was currently guarding the back mountain herb garden. If they alerted the enemy, there were small paths on all three hills of the back mountain, and he could escape at any time.
After pondering for a moment, Tian Yushan had a plan. "Yichuan, it's your turn to guard the back mountain tomorrow, right? Go and switch shifts with Ling Qingfeng, and take him down in one fell swoop when he's caught off guard."
Hearing this, Chen Yichuan nodded: "Yes, Uncle Yushan, that's what I was thinking too." "However... let me send Xie Fei on his way first."
Swish. The ghost-head blade was unsheathed, and two flashes of white light streaked past. Xie Fei's head was separated from his body, and his "little brother" below was also severed. Surprisingly, a look of relief appeared on Xie Fei's face. This only made Zhao Si and the others fear Chen Yichuan even more.
"Uncle Yushan, I'm heading back. Tomorrow, I alone will be enough to take down Ling Qingfeng." After finishing off Xie Fei, Chen Yichuan cupped his hands in a salute. "Yes, go ahead."
Meanwhile, in reality. "Haha, it's just as I thought... I'm alive. Phew, my chrysanthemum doesn't hurt, and my little brother is still there." Xie Fei hurriedly bent down to check, and after letting out a long sigh of relief, he snorted coldly: "Hmph, Chen Yichuan. I'll remember you. I, Xie Fei, will definitely avenge the grudge of having my little brother severed."
After making his threats, Xie Fei rushed to take a shower to wash off the grime. However, just as he turned on the faucet, the attack from "Xuan Yu" arrived instantly, and the 'little brother' he had just reattached was severed without warning. Before Xie Fei had time to be shocked or angry, the next second, his head flew off. A generation of eunuchs... died in the bathroom.
This scene was naturally captured by a hidden camera. Before long, people from the Special Operations Division of the Public Security Bureau arrived. After watching the video, the person was silent and whispered: "Chen Yichuan? How is it this Chen Yichuan again? Report this immediately."
The sun was high in the sky. Chen Yichuan finished a bowl of iron-ox beef noodles, slung his heavy bow over his back, and met up with Tian Yushan and the others who had been waiting outside for a while.
"Are you ready, Yichuan? We must take him alive." "Yes." Chen Yichuan nodded: "Uncle Yushan, I will definitely bring him to you alive... but when you want to kill Ling Qingfeng, notify me, and I'll do it."
As his voice fell, Tian Yushan and several militiamen stared at him blankly. One of them had been in the cellar. 'This Chen Yichuan is really a killing machine; I'll walk the other way next time I see him.'
Tian Yushan took a deep look at him, all sorts of emotions turning into a sigh. "Sigh~~ Yichuan, I promise you. Just try to do more good deeds in the future and pray to Buddha."
Chen Yichuan: ... Hearing this, he went silent. What? What kind of looks were they giving him? He was just not wasting any 'grain'; killing a Quasi-Martial Artist gave 10 points of martial arts experience. It couldn't be wasted.
'Let them misunderstand; I can't be bothered to explain. The job of finishing someone off—whoever does it knows what it's like.' Chen Yichuan sighed helplessly in his heart, then the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
Back mountain. "Yichuan, I'll send you off here. If there are any changes, send a signal." "Yes, don't worry. It's a small matter." Chen Yichuan said.
He then used his Grass-Gliding Technique, stepping on the grass as he moved, and quickly dashed to the gap in the mountain on the left. Not long after, Chen Yichuan saw Ling Qingfeng, who was resting with his eyes closed, and was considering whether or not to make a move.
Suddenly, Ling Qingfeng opened his eyes abruptly: "Chen Yichuan? Hmph." "You're right on time. I'll leave this place to you." Ling Qingfeng didn't give Chen Yichuan a good look at all, throwing an attitude... and strode away toward the herb field.
Taking advantage of Ling Qingfeng jumping down from the mountain, his back was exposed. "Good chance." Chen Yichuan's eyes lit up, and he quickly pulled out his heavy bow. Two feathered arrows, the bowstring pulled taut. He took a deep breath and fired both in one fluid motion. Swish, swish.
The next second, the two feathered arrows shot out, aimed directly at Ling Qingfeng's knees. Thud, thud. "Ah!" Ling Qingfeng let out a miserable scream; clearly—he had been hit.
"My knees! Chen Yichuan, did your brain break? What the hell are you doing!!" Ling Qingfeng turned around and roared in fury, like a crazed wild bull. His scarlet eyes were enough to kill anyone.
"Although I have a grudge against you, doing this... doesn't it seem a bit childish? Shooting cold arrows from behind—how are you any different from Su San?" "Despicable villain!!"
Chen Yichuan turned a deaf ear to Ling Qingfeng's near-crazed cursing. Crossing his arms, he asked with some confusion: "Ling Qingfeng, when did you and Su San join Qingfeng Stronghold? Were you two Qingfeng Stronghold people from the very beginning?"
Hm? Qingfeng Stronghold. Hearing this name, the originally furious Ling Qingfeng's pupils contracted sharply, his eyes filled with disbelief. But soon, he suppressed his emotions. He continued to stare at Chen Yichuan with a hateful expression: "What! Qingfeng Stronghold? If you want to kill me, just say so, Chen Yichuan! Don't force the label of 'traitor' on me!"
"Don't you think that's ridiculous!!" Ling Qingfeng all but roared the last sentence. Because he had already discovered that Tian Yushan and Pharmacist Huang were on their way from not far away. 'Heh, Chen Yichuan, I've survived this time after all; he's too indecisive. If it were me, I would have shot him in the head long ago.' Ling Qingfeng mocked in his heart.
Before long, Pharmacist Huang's figure landed between the two. He frowned slightly and looked at Chen Yichuan with some displeasure. "Why did you shoot cold arrows from behind?"
'Because of "goodness,"' Chen Yichuan thought to himself. But with just one glance, Pharmacist Huang saw the situation clearly. As for Chen Yichuan—he had been shot at with cold arrows just two days ago, and now he was injuring others with cold arrows. He really had no tolerance for others at all.
"Senior Pharmacist Huang," Chen Yichuan cupped his hands and pointed to Ling Qingfeng on the ground, explaining: "He is a mole sent by Qingfeng Stronghold, and they will attack Taoyuan Village in a few days." "Their target is your Grade 2 purple flower fruit."
Boom. As his voice fell, it was like a cannonball exploding in Pharmacist Huang's heart. He didn't care about any cold arrows; anyone who dared to covet the purple flower fruit—would die!! Instantly, Pharmacist Huang, who had previously been on Ling Qingfeng's side, felt his killing intent surge.