Perhaps it was Chen Qiu's confidence that had infected him, or maybe it was because he remembered his own bold words just now he didn't want to appear timid; in any case, after his expression changed several times between clear and cloudy, Fat Long still struggled to nod his head.
"Alright, let's make a bet!"
In his life, he rarely went all-in. His entrepreneurial peers who had fallen in his previous life taught him a lesson: how much profit a project made was not the deciding factor in whether a company lasted long enough.
The real deciding factor was, if the company lost on this project, how much would it lose.
He never thought about making his company bigger; he just wanted to make it last a bit longer.
Compared to the profit target, he spent more of his life considering the stop-loss point.
Survive long enough, and you might just witness a miracle.
Whether in his previous life or here.
...
"Mm."
Chen Qiu nodded and smiled, then walked straight toward the city gate. The several men outside the city gate looking at him with astonishment were the ones sent by the Huang Family. At this moment, as soon as they saw him stepping through the city gate,
they tore off their black robes and pulled out long swords from their bosoms, surrounding Chen Qiu and Fat Long. Their eyes, like those of hungry wolves, were fixed on them, cutting off their escape route back to Ask the Sky Market.
These hired thugs seemed rather old, some even had age spots on the backs of their hands, but their aura was not weak in the slightest.
"The Huang Family is handling affairs!"
"Bystanders, step aside!"
"Please, grant us some convenience!"
An old man wearing a standard Huang Family robe, hands behind his back, walked out from the crowd with a sullen face. Standing in front of Chen Qiu and the others, he paused for a long time before speaking in a smile that wasn't quite a smile, "You killed our Young Master Huang and still strut around so openly, not even wearing a cloak."
"Impressive."
"You really think the Huang Family has no temper?"
Very soon—
three or four more Huang Family thugs arrived, tearing off their black robes and holding long swords they joined the encirclement, staring straight at Chen Qiu and his companions, ready to swing their swords at any command.
These men must be the ones from Fat Long's intelligence report, the Huang Family's Seventh Elder at the eighth level of the Qi Refinement Realm and the thugs the Huang Family was prepared to deal with.
And the people around seemed to be used to this, dispersing to both sides without even a hint of surprise. As long as the fight wasn't in Ask the Sky Market, no one would care even if they turned the world outside upside down.
"What do you say?"
Fat Long glanced at the Huang Family thugs surrounding them with long swords and leaned in close to Chen Qiu, surveying their surroundings and lowering his voice, "Whatever the plan is, it's about time you said it, right?"
He probably already guessed Chen Qiu's plan.
Like last time, they would escape from here using the "Earth Tunneling Technique" and "Blinding Technique." However, both techniques required the scene to be sufficiently chaotic for them to slip away unnoticed.
So what they should do next was create confusion, for example, by scattering some Spirit Stones on the ground to pull in the onlookers.
The temptation of a few Spirit Stones was not small; there should be many who couldn't resist this temptation.
When the chaos of Fufeng City's "Heavenly Dao Terms" broke out, Chen Qiu and his brother probably planned to use these two techniques to slip away amid the chaos. Although the risk was high, the reward, if successful, would be quite astonishing.
Just as he was ready to cooperate with Chen Qiu's plan—
He suddenly felt a chill on his back.
"Hmm?"
Fat Long turned around instinctively, only to see that a resentful spirit had appeared behind him at some point, floating in mid-air and carrying an aura of death that made people shiver.
And the appearance of this resentful spirit was all too familiar—it was none other than Young Master Huang Shikai who had died in the Secret Realm the night before!
"Ah?"
Fat Long couldn't help but slowly open his mouth in a mix of confusion and disbelief as he looked at this scene before him. He had trouble imagining that Chen Qiu's plan was just to kill their way out directly?
Was that mad? This, a plan?
If you can beat them, fight; if you can't, die, right?
Then, the next moment—
"Kill!!!"
Chen Qiu roared angrily, suddenly drawing his Yellow Level lower-grade Spiritual Treasure "Heaven Slaying" broadsword from his bosom and grabbing Huang Shikai's collar before charging forward.
At the same time, the Huang Family's Seventh Elder also shouted "kill" with an extremely ugly expression on his face.
He naturally recognized that the resentful spirit in Chen Qiu's hand was their Young Master Huang. Originally, a hundred people had entered the Secret Realm last night, and in the end, only two came out alive. They didn't know who had killed the Young Master and could only vent their resentment on these two survivors.
But they never expected the Young Master was actually killed by these two beasts!
Once the order was given, the blade was drawn from its sheath.
The Huang Family's henchmen surrounding Chen Qiu shouted in unison with determined and cold faces, showing no mercy as they chopped at Chen Qiu. Although they were older and their condition had declined, their years of combat experience were not lacking.
They were most experienced in bullying the few with the many.
However...
"Clang!"
A series of sounds like chopping on steel suddenly erupted.
It really worked.
Chen Qiu's mouth curved into a sly smile as he held onto Huang Shikai's collar with his left hand, while his right hand gripped the hilt of his sword, charging into the crowd and slashing wildly!
He didn't understand any sword skill.
But he knew that a blade cutting on a neck would kill a person.
The entry effect of Huang Shikai's Yellow Entry "Unassailable from Behind" made him completely immune to attacks from the back and sides, which wasn't very useful when he was alive, as it had quite a few drawbacks.
But after becoming a resentful spirit, this entry turned out to be extremely useful, like a shield possessing absolute defense.
Especially since a resentful spirit is a Divine Soul entity, it almost has no weight, not affecting movement when held in hand.
In a matter of seconds, the six to seven Qi Refinement Realm fifth and sixth level henchmen of the Huang Family fell powerless into pools of blood.
The gap between the sixth level of Qi Refinement and the seventh level was not as vast as heaven and earth.
But it was not small either.
Already overpowering in realm, and even more so with a large shield possessing absolute defense, there was no pressure in killing.
Before Fat Long could even react, Chen Qiu had already charged towards the Huang Family's Seventh Elder at the rear, holding Huang Shikai in his left hand and brandishing his broadsword with his right.
"Come!"
By this time, Chen Qiu had somewhat become bloodthirsty, and the murderous aura he carried made the bystanders, who were watching the fight, subconsciously retreat a few steps.
...
A few moments later.
Fat Long looked bewilderedly at Chen Qiu's retreating figure, not having had the chance to draw his sword and join the battle, only to see Chen Qiu already beginning to dismember the Seventh Elder of the Huang Family's corpse.
Arms, thighs, heads.
He dismembered them with ease as if he were a skilled butcher, then adeptly searched inside Elder Huang's robe and after a while, pulled out three Storage Bags and stuffed them into his bosom with satisfaction. Then, he ran over to the other henchmen and rummaged for a while before turning his head to look at him.
"Are you here to watch the show?"
"Shall I sing you another tune?"
...
"Is it that simple and crude?"
"Otherwise?"
Chen Qiu nodded, gave Fat Long an annoyed roll of his eyes, contentedly patted his now-bulging waist pack, and casually tossed a few pieces of silver into the hands of the Guard Commander at the entrance to Heaven Asking Marketplace City Gate: "Thanks for your hard work cleaning up this mess later."
"A little tip for tea."