258: An arrow flew towards him

The Director casually glanced at him, tossing him a bottle containing a potion, and said, "Drink this, and your strength will recover."

The disdain in his tone was undisguised; if Bao Hui, this fool, had been even a little more capable, the Director wouldn't have waited until now to appear.

"Yes, yes, thank you, Director, thank you, Director!"

How could Bao Hui not know the Director's contempt for him? But at this moment, he could only treat a dead horse as if it were alive. To regain his strength, he immediately uncorked the bottle after catching it and tilted his head back to drink it.

With the Director's arrival, Bao Hui once again had a powerful backer.

"Heh heh... What if you're a young hero? In front of this Director, you are still too green!!"

The Director of the Bingyan Office raised his right hand and gently waved it, and the heads of several Axe Gang members opposite him immediately burst open.

The oppressive feeling of his move was even stronger than when the Old Gang Leader unleashed his killing intent. A strength level of ten or above was truly not something these low-level martial artists could contend with.

The atmosphere froze the moment the Director of the Bingyan Office appeared. Even Gu Mingzhu thought there was no hope of winning. She stared blankly at Wang Yi and asked, "What should we do?"

If they really had to fight head-on, using the life-saving trump card her Senior Brother, the City Lord, gave her might buy them some time, but it would only be a delay.

The final outcome would still be a loss.

No, it should be death.

This was a complete dead end!

Gu Mingzhu and the others thought this, and so did the people from the Bingyan Office. At this point, the Axe Gang members had lost all ability to resist, and Bao Hui had met such a fate. By then, their Bingyan Office could obtain a large amount of resources from the Axe Gang, and Bao Hui would never dare to utter a single complaint.

He would also have to obediently release Manager Ye from the dungeon.

"The strength of you few is very formidable among your peers. If the person who appeared here at this moment wasn't me, you might actually have picked up a bargain."

The Director took a few steps forward, shaking his head and chuckling, "Unfortunately, you don't have such good luck."

After speaking, the Director gathered his vital energy in his palm, preparing to strike again.

Wang Yi, at this moment, drew his longbow.

The four beast crystals embedded in the longbow glowed brightly under the moonlight.

As the Director was about to make his move, he suddenly felt a swift gust of wind approach his ear, so he turned his head to look.

It turned out to be an arrow heading straight for his chest.

"What is this? An arrow?"

The Director was somewhat dumbfounded. Just an arrow? Had these people's brains short-circuited?

The Director didn't even put the arrow in his eyes. He saw the arrow flying towards him but remained unhurried.

Yes, he was extremely contemptuous of these people before him.

Did they really think that defeating Bao Hui and the Old Gang Leader meant they could defeat him?

A joke.

Having been rebuffed by the Guild Master earlier, the Director was very displeased. He didn't expect these low-level martial artists to actually attack him with an arrow.

Truly... foolish.

The Director stood there, not even bothering to dodge.

He was not in a hurry to attack at all.

He wanted to show these people what the difference in strength could truly change.

Although the arrow came from a distance, its speed was very fast.

The light of the night was dim. It wasn't until the arrow was halfway there that the Director noticed something round seemed to be attached to the arrowhead.

White and round.

What is this thing?

The Director frowned slightly but didn't pay too much attention. It was just an arrow; whatever was attached to it couldn't change the final outcome.

The so-called trump cards of those low-level martial artists were simply not worth mentioning in front of him, a martial artist of level ten or above.

The Director sneered, "Heh."

Just after his sneer, the arrow finally reached his eyes.

At such close range, the Director finally saw what the round object attached to the arrowhead was... it was a steamed bun.

The Director: ???

"Putting a steamed bun on an arrow?"

"Hahahahaha... You wouldn't think a steamed bun could hurt me, would you? Hahaha, what a huge joke. I'll just stand here, let's see what your steamed bun can do to me?"

The Director was amused; he clearly didn't take the steamed bun on the arrow seriously.

Neither did the other people from the Bingyan Office behind him.

It was just a steamed bun; could it possibly kill their Director?

Meanwhile, Wang Yi, holding the longbow in the distance opposite, had a solemn expression.

Facing the Director of the Bingyan Office, who was a martial artist of level ten or above, they had no other choice.

They could only take a gamble!

At least for now, it seemed they had succeeded halfway, because the Director had no idea what secret lay within the steamed bun attached to this arrow.

He even prepared to block it with his hand.

Wang Yi stared intently at the outstretched hand of the Director of the Bingyan Office.

Xiao Shen, Ximen Chuifeng, Gu Mingzhu... everyone on their side was staring intently at the outstretched hand of the Director of the Bingyan Office.

Success or failure, depended on this one move!

"A steamed bun, I truly don't know what state of mind you were in to do such a thing. You think a steamed bun can turn the tide of battle, hahahaha, that's truly laughable!"

As the arrow was about to reach his palm, the Director of the Bingyan Office not only didn't dodge but spread his hand wide, intending to catch it—

"Bang!"

With a huge sound, the arrow with the steamed bun on its head fell to the ground.

No, it should be said it fell underground.

Because the hard steamed bun had smashed a hole in the ground and sunk deep into it.

If it weren't for the feathers on the arrow's tail still visible above ground, they probably wouldn't have found where the steamed bun had gone.

And at this moment, the Director of the Bingyan Office was staring intently at his own palm, just as Wang Yi and the others had been staring at his hand earlier.

A large hole had appeared there.

His palm had been pierced through by the steamed bun.

"This... no... how could I..."

He opened his eyes wide, uttered an incoherent sentence, and then fell straight to the ground.

"Director!"

"Director, what happened to you, Director!!"

The people from the Bingyan Office rushed forward to check on the Director's condition. They all gathered around him, speaking over each other, extremely anxious.

Until someone suddenly shouted from the crowd—

"The Director is dead!"

Boom—

Everyone from the Bingyan Office present was speechless.

This silence formed a stark contrast to their loud clamor just moments before.

However, this silence did not last long. A few seconds later, they began to flee in all directions.

In a short while, they had vanished without a trace.

No one even cared about the Director's body.

Upon learning of the Director's death, their faces showed no sadness, but rather a sense of relief.

It was as if they were freed after the Director's death.

After all these people had left, Wang Yi finally remembered that he could breathe.

"Hoo... hoo..." He clutched his chest, gasping for air, and the longbow in his hand finally went from being tightly gripped to loosening and falling onto his leg.