The person who had just gotten out of the car paused slightly, cautiously eyeing the countless individuals that had appeared out of nowhere.
Indeed, upon seeing the person they were ordered to eliminate leisurely leaning against the black sports car, those playful, mocking eyes made them furious. But suddenly, a red light flashed through those eyes, and that demonically handsome face curved into a cold, bloodthirsty smile, sending shivers down their spines.
Next to that person, on the other side of the car, stood a young man wearing a golden half-mask. His hands were in his pockets, and with a black hood pulled over his head, his crimson lips were tightly pressed. Despite the stillness, there was a sense of icy coldness emanating from him.
Suddenly, the young man in the golden half-mask slightly turned his head. Under the mask, his deep, dark eyes seemed to flicker with a blue ice light. Those eyes bore no emotions; anyone who fell under their gaze couldn’t help but take a step back, feeling as if everything in their heart was being seen through.
"Who are you?" A person in a silver fang mask slowly stepped forward from behind the young man, his voice icy.
The leader frowned slightly, a sudden memory flashing in his mind about the underground upheaval in Qing City. He pondered over the rumors about Zhan Jiu and the Nine Pavilion.
Golden half-mask, with a silver fang mask behind.
The realization hit him hard, "Could it be that the person facing us is Nine Pavilion Master Zhan Jiu and Vice Pavilion Master Master Chi?"
Chu Wu chuckled, lazily spoke up, "And don’t forget me, Mr. Wu." The source of this content ɪs novel⸺fire.net
The leader glanced at Chu Wu, his brows furrowed tightly. He hadn’t expected Chu Wu to be involved with the Nine Pavilion. Recalling his instructions, Chu Wu must be dealt with here today!
He looked at Bi Xia, "May I ask what is the relationship between Mr. Jiu and our Mr. Wu? We have orders to take Mr. Wu back to Beijing."
Bi Xia finished replying to the last message, casually tossed his phone into the car, straightened up slowly, and looked at the leader indifferently, "Take him back to Beijing? I think you mean take a corpse back to Beijing."
The leader remained silent, choosing to acknowledge. Looking at Bi Xia’s demeanor, he thought to himself that it was impossible to take the person away, so he didn’t hesitate to issue a threat, "Mr. Jiu, think carefully. The Nine Pavilion hasn’t fully established its foothold in Qing City yet. If you offend the Chu Family because of Chu Wu today, be careful not to waste all your previous efforts!"
"Ha," Bi Xia turned his head and smiled slightly at Meng Chi, his voice steady, "Ah Chi, he’s threatening me. I’m so scared."
Meng Chi looked coldly at the leader, "Pavilion Master, I want to shoot him."
"Tsk, don’t be so violent, kid," Chu Wu clicked his tongue, casually spoke, then turned to the leader, "Hey you, yes you, are you so stupid that the Chu Family doesn’t know about it?"
The leader was obviously not expecting anyone to be unafraid or submissive, and he became furious, "Zhan Jiu, hand over Chu Wu, or don’t blame us for being impolite."
A cold laugh resounded lightly, the young man tilted his head slightly, "Are you...threatening me?"
In an instant, the previously warm atmosphere due to the sun felt like it had turned cold. The young man stepped forward expressionlessly, his eyes narrowing, "I don’t care who you are, and you don’t need to care about my position, but as long as you’re in Qing City, I, Zhan Jiu, will not allow anyone to lay a hand on my brothers!"
Chu Wu then smiled lightly, his expression lazy as he looked at the leader. He took the wooden mask handed from behind him, his lips curving playfully as he slowly put it on in front of everyone, "Wow, you made our Little Nine angry, what to do, now I’m angry too... I’ll tell you a secret, when I’m not the Chu Wu... everything gets interesting."
"You!" The leader was shocked, "You’re actually..."
Before the leader could finish, Bi Xia and Chu Wu simultaneously turned and sat on the car door. Bi Xia slightly turned his head, the breeze lifting the hood on his head, revealing glimpses of the mask, his eyes coldly looking ahead. The young man said softly, "Offend the Chu Family? Ha, Ah Chi... I want him alive!"
Those words seemed like a switch, and in an instant, everyone rushed forward. Chu Wu nonchalantly waved his hand, and the people behind him followed closely.
Watching the overwhelming scene coldly, his crimson lips curved slowly as the breeze finally blew off his hood, the golden half-mask glinting coldly in the sunlight. A calm, ice-cold voice carried by the wind reached everyone’s ears amidst the scuffle—
"Wherever I, Zhan Jiu, am, I am the sky."