73: Chapter 73 I'll Smash Your Head Off

The two of them put on gloves and picked up handy weapons.

Yue Yun swallowed the cicada wings whole, picked up a hammer, and tapped it lightly against his palm, asking Mo Yu as if weighing it.

"Are we going in next?"

A high-pitched, thin cutesy voice drifted from his mouth, with an affected sweet and cloying tone that almost pierced the eardrums.

Yue Yun covered his mouth in shock.

He could hardly believe it; although he wasn't exactly a rough man, he was still a genuine grown man.

To think he would actually produce such a high-tech sounding cutesy voice!

Mo Yu was instantly overcome with joy.

"Haha, you've been turned into a young loli!"

After Mo Yu finished speaking, he also froze on the spot.

His voice sounded like an elderly man's, speaking with a slight air leak and a bit of phlegm that wouldn't go up or down, making it uncomfortable to listen to.

He and Yue Yun just stared blankly at each other.

"Pfft, haha!"

The two of them couldn't help but burst into laughter.

After the joking, they noticed that the villa's main door had opened. Not only did Professor Qi Yao and his Disciples walk out, but also an unfamiliar middle-aged man and Chen Hu.

"Strange, why is Professor Qi Yao with Chen Hu?"

Mo Yu stood behind a streetlight and looked toward Professor Qi Yao: "That person looks a bit familiar. I think I saw him in the guest seats at the Jianghai Beast Taming Field."

Yue Yun also quickly recalled relevant information.

He whispered, "That seems to be an official from the Imperial Capital."

The two looked at each other, their expressions complex.

"Why are they together? A coincidence, but so much so that it doesn't seem like one; instead, it looks premeditated," Mo Yu pondered for a long time.

Yue Yun summarized all the known information.

He had been attacked by three thugs, noticed early on by the Academic Cliques, and Pan Xuan's speculation about the cause of these events.

It seemed that Chen Hu being defeated was the root cause.

"I think I understand!"

Yue Yun's tone was grim as he narrowed his eyes and chuckled.

A gradually thickening killing intent slowly rose.

...

Chen Hu looked indifferent at the banquet, as if he didn't care at all about being defeated by Yue Yun again and losing his status as a prodigy.

In fact, it wasn't that he didn't care.

Rather, he was well aware that his performance meant a spot as a prodigy was already out of reach, so he simply gave up on himself.

As a result, he actually came to look at the matter more lightly.

Chen Hu's arrogant appearance actually possessed a bit of poise.

Although Professor Qi Yao looked down on Chen Hu, seeing his seemingly steady posture, his estimation of him rose slightly.

After everyone had their fill of food and drink, Chen Hu saw them off.

Professor Qi Yao and Official Yan walked side by side, with the three Disciples following behind, walking with a vigorous stride.

He said triumphantly, "Hmph, no matter how arrogant that Yue Yun is, as long as I mention it to the Beast Tamer Association, he won't even have the qualification to compete!"

"Yes, yes, yes, Old Qi is indeed capable!"

Official Yan nodded repeatedly in flattery.

After pulling some strings, he finally got the chance to change the tournament seeding, allowing him to manipulate things behind the scenes so Yue Yun would clash with Chen Hu.

In the end, the disappointing Chen Hu lost to Yue Yun.

He thought he would have to endure the Chen family's wrath, but unexpectedly, Chen Hu was magnanimous and didn't mention it at all; he was truly worthy of being the teacher's grandson.

And he also took this opportunity to establish a connection with Professor Qi Yao.

A professor from Modu University is a powerful backer!

Thinking of this, Official Yan felt refreshed.

Zhang Xiuwen also hurriedly flattered Professor Qi Yao: "Yue Yun just got lucky. If it weren't for giving Face to other professors, he wouldn't even see Teacher in his lifetime."

Professor Qi Yao naturally enjoyed this immensely.

Zhang Xiuwen looked back at the Senior Brother and Senior Sister behind him.

However, there was no one behind him; only the biting cold wind raged on the street, making a wailing sound.

Zhang Xiuwen was stunned, instantly sobering up significantly.

He stood there looking back; the streetlights on the path they came from were still bright, but there was nothing else.

A strong sense of unease rose in Zhang Xiuwen's heart.

He looked forward; the figures of Professor Qi Yao and Official Yan continued walking further away without stopping, making him feel even more uneasy.

"Tea—"

Before Zhang Xiuwen could finish his sentence, an opaque darkness descended from the sky, trapping him in a narrow and cramped space.

He didn't even have time to struggle.

A surprisingly powerful force violently struck the back of his head, knocking him unconscious and rendering him unable to move.

Before completely losing consciousness, he only heard an old man's voice that seemed to come from Hell: "This one isn't dead either, right?"

"Not yet, I know what I'm doing."

The reply came from a completely different young loli voice.

Zhang Xiuwen's voice did not reach Professor Qi Yao's ears.

Professor Qi Yao and Official Yan walked straight ahead, the two of them engaging in mutual flattery, discussing in a friendly and enthusiastic manner.

You praise me for my high prestige, I laud you for being young and promising.

Back and forth they went, quite happily.

After they finished boasting, both felt extremely pleased with themselves.

It took a while for Professor Qi Yao to realize something was wrong; he and Official Yan had been boasting for so long, yet he couldn't hear the familiar sound of flattery.

"Where are my three hype men?"

Professor Qi Yao and Official Yan turned back in confusion.

What greeted them were iron fists the size of sandbags, which not only dispersed the alcohol in their systems but also shattered their already muddled consciousness.

Mo Yu crouched down to check Professor Qi Yao's breathing.

Confirming that the old geezer was still breathing, he relaxed and brushed off non-existent dust from his hands: "Done, carry them away!"

Yue Yun carried Professor Qi Yao and Official Yan into the park.

In the wealthy district, even the parks were meticulously maintained; the lush woods provided a meeting place for young couples and also excellent cover for Yue Yun and Mo Yu.

Swish, swish, swish!

Mo Yu swung the baseball bat a few times in the air; the body of the bat broke through the cold wind with a sound, appearing exceptionally powerful.

"They've finally fallen into our hands!"

He mimicked Yue Yun by tapping the bat against his palm; the sinister grin under his mask looked distorted and cruel.

Without needing any filters, he was the perfect image of a villainous force.

Professor Qi Yao and the others tied to the trees were the hostages.

He took out a piece of dried dung, lit it with a lighter, and smoked it near the noses and mouths of Professor Qi Yao and the others before confidently stomping it out.

Yue Yun asked curiously, "What is that?"

"Dung cakes from the Desert Magic Scorpion. The smell after lighting it can stimulate a person's consciousness to stay awake, but it paralyzes the whole body."

After Mo Yu finished the introduction, he gave each of them a few kicks.

The young and strong Zhang Xiuwen was the first to wake up, enduring a severe headache as he looked at Yue Yun and Mo Yu, who were shrouded in darkness.

He immediately felt his heart pounding: "Who are you?"

While questioning them, Zhang Xiuwen tried to summon his Pet Beast; however, his call was like a stone sinking into the ocean, receiving no response.

His Contract Power was like a pool of stagnant water, unable to circulate.

Having never experienced this before, he felt an immense fear.

"We are from the Administration Bureau's Secret Inspection Division." Mo Yu pulled out a fake ID. "Now we are questioning you. You'd better confess everything you know, otherwise..."

The elderly voice let out a chuckle, sounding even more eerie.

Seeing the ID that couldn't be any more fake, Zhang Xiuwen also began to question it: "Why have I never heard of this department?"

Slap!

The response was a loud slap to the Face.

Mo Yu shook his numbed palm and looked down at Zhang Xiuwen, whose head had been knocked crooked, his tone brook no dissent.

"I already said it's a secret, and you're still asking?"