Chapter 1312 - 1289: The Death Row Flower Masked Shadow (2)

Chapter 1312: Chapter 1289: The Death Row Flower Masked Shadow (2)

The assassin, his eyes sullied with mud and water, stinging with pain, was forced to quickly retreat to a safe spot. Using his hand, he wiped the mud and sand from his face, then, hanging upside down with his legs, he propelled himself off the ground, rising like an eagle spreading its wings, pouncing towards Xiao Lin. His outstretched hands were claw-like; if he grabbed hold, he’d tear away a considerable bit of flesh.

Bang bang! The sharp claws collided with Xiao Lin’s fists, producing a fierce sound. One was a strange, sinister presence; the other, a solid iron fist. Neither side could easily gain the upper hand in a short time. Xiao Lin’s iron fists and his mysterious body techniques completely blocked the assassin’s retreat, leaving him unable to unleash his speed, which greatly irritated him.

Under one of Xiao Lin’s powerful punches, the other finally couldn’t hold back and roared. He forcibly hoisted up a nearby broken tree and hurled it at Xiao Lin, slapping the trunk with one hand to increase its impact. Ignoring the pain all over his body, he utilized the wind of his punches, his elbows, and knee strikes, using every part of his body to crazily attack Xiao Lin, seemingly wanting to resolve the fight in a short time. The speed was so fast and the power so great, it was indescribable.

Thunder rumbled, and the torrential rain gradually subsided. The assassin revealed his true face: a pale face with a pair of dead, fish-like eyes glaring at Xiao Lin. His body already had several bleeding wounds, and his arms were seemingly unusable, yet he didn’t seem to give up. That relentless tenacity was identical to the previous few individuals.

Thin lines of blood flowed slowly down his wounds, and tears of blood dripped from the corners of his eyes. This guy’s internal injuries were unclear. At this moment, there was a rustling sound behind him. Lao Jiu, having dealt with the last guy, entered the forest. At the sight, his heart skipped a beat. "Magician?"

Not believing it, Lao Jiu approached Xiao Lin. Beneath the claws, Xiao Lin’s body was also covered with scars, with several gruesome wounds cutting down to the bone. "Are you okay?"

Xiao Lin nodded. Although both sides seemed relaxed, there was an underlying intensity, ready at any moment for the final attack from the other.

"He’s not the Magician!" Xiao Lin’s heart leaped upon seeing the opponent’s face, but there was an unobtrusive blue mark on his face.

The assassin let out a piercing screech, his black robe billowing in the wind. His pale eyes bulged in anger, his whole body resembling a balloon being blown up, swelling ever larger.

Lao Jiu’s heart twitched. As the assassin charged, he pushed Xiao Lin aside, and he was sent flying two meters away by the inflated body, crashing onto a tree.

Xiao Lin glanced back at Lao Jiu, frowning. "I didn’t intend to kill you." Evil glinted in his black eyes, and sharp spikes whirled rapidly in his palm, gathering terrifying force. Pressing his fingertips against the spike’s body, he leaped up and headed straight for the opponent’s neck.

However, just as the opponent thought Xiao Lin would stab down and raised his left arm to block, in a blink, Xiao Lin had moved from the front to his right side. The spike merely scraped his skin, leaving a red line, while the true lethal move was in his left hand.

The spike mercilessly stabbed into the opponent’s left shoulder socket. At the same time, his palm flipped and locked onto his wrist, forcibly twisting it behind him, curling the right instrument against his spine.

Crackling sounds echoed in succession as the assassin’s swollen body quickly shriveled into a ball. Lao Jiu didn’t see Xiao Lin’s action clearly, and as the thunder faded, the familiar bone-breaking sound resonated terrifyingly in the forest.

He once heard there were two people who experienced this all-over-body bone-breaking sensation at Xiao Lin’s hands, and both had crossed Xiao Lin’s bottom line. Anyone connected to Xia Xue would never have a good outcome, thus revealing another side of Xiao Lin.

This person won’t survive. Amid the fierce attack, none survived, and Xiao Lin wanted to keep this one alive to find out how many people were in this death squad. Now it seemed like a wasted effort.

"Young Master Xiao, how should we handle the bodies this time?" Lao Jiu coldly glanced at the man, wanting to wipe that face clean to clearly see who he was.

"Chop off everyone’s left hand and send it to Quan Mingyuan. Cut off this one’s head and give it to the Magician." Staring at the structure outside the forest, Xiao Lin suddenly felt as if his steps were too heavy to move.

"On it!" Rarely did Lao Jiu realize Xiao Lin was also a ruthless person.

The thunder, as if foreseeing it, silently departed once all the commotion stopped, disappearing alongside the raindrops and lightning into nature. Occasionally, water drops dripped from the leaves onto the ground, creating numerous splashes but in no way affecting them.

Xiao Lin lifted his eyes and took a deep breath as he walked towards the buildings. His trembling hand couldn’t still the keys on the password lock, fearing that once the door opened, some monster would be waiting at the entrance.

He heard crows barking inside, the unease and murmuring whimpers pained Xiao Lin’s heart. "Is the Black Doctor inside?"

Lao Jiu hadn’t yet had the chance to answer when the door was opened from within. The Black Doctor, with bloodied gloves on, came out, placing a palm on Xiao Lin’s chest, stopping him from entering. "She doesn’t want to see you right now!"

This sentence inadvertently announced the result Xiao Lin least wanted to hear. "Is there really no way to save her?"

The Black Doctor hesitated but nodded in admission. "The first three months are critical, and this is her first pregnancy."

Even if Lao Jiu were slow-witted, he understood the conversation between the two. Regretfully, he slammed the wall. "I should have kept Consort Ling."

"What’s going on?" Hearing Lao Jiu’s muttering, Xiao Lin turned his head and asked him.

"Someone delivered a strange letter earlier, Consort Ling said she wanted to investigate it, so I agreed."

"Where’s the letter?"

"A verbal message!" Lao Jiu exclaimed in regret. "The other party claimed to be from the Dark side and had Yelü Shou’s token, so I believed them."

We’ve been set up! Xiao Lin thought as he surveyed the surroundings. The other party was watching everything from the shadows—everything he and his friends were doing was in their hands. Were there still characters in the death row that haven’t appeared, or was there someone among them who had such counter-surveillance ability? This was no ordinary death row; at least the people composing it were not ordinary.

"Wrap these people’s hearts and deliver them to Quan Mingyuan; I want his life."

Xiao Lin’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was enough to be heard by everyone, whether hidden or not; you couldn’t ignore his final declaration. The formal declaration of war had begun.

Xiao Lin never set foot on Black Street’s buildings again. It wasn’t just that Xia Xue couldn’t face him; he also couldn’t face Xia Xue. If he hadn’t been so determined at the time, hadn’t wanted so much to catch the person behind it all, Xia Xue wouldn’t have lost her child. This mistake undeniably caused the greatest blow to Xiao Lin, a pain he hid well.

Consort Ling returned to Sin City the next day at noon, bringing back a person’s head. His silent actions spoke to Xiao Lin’s outcome: the enemy’s tactics were to make loud noise in the east but strike in the west, intending to defeat them one by one.

"This person was the perpetrator of a home invasion robbery and the murder of fifteen people in Shenyang three years ago. The verdict back then was execution by shooting." Consort Ling placed the head on the coffee table, facing Xiao Lin. "According to the case at the time, I think there might be a few more top-level criminals who survived and are among them."

"Did you deliver the items to the Magician?"

"That person was the Magician’s fellow disciple, who suddenly disappeared from the sect five years ago and lost contact. His true identity is unknown."

Xiao Lin was no longer interested in that person’s identity. What he wanted to know was the Magician’s reaction upon seeing this person. However, the information Consort Ling brought back wasn’t very valuable.

"There’s something I don’t know if I should mention." Consort Ling hesitated for a moment. He wasn’t one to hold back; if there was a problem, he would speak out.

"Go ahead!"

"Why is Dark’s token in the hands of the enemy?"

"Are you suspecting Shou?"

"No, I’ve never suspected him; it’s the Dongbei." Consort Ling spoke bluntly. Perhaps others didn’t understand the friendship between Xiao Lin and Yelü Shou, but having witnessed it, he simply couldn’t believe Yelü Shou would betray Xiao Lin. "Additionally, isn’t Xun Xiangxiang’s appearance on the day of the incident also suspicious?"

Consort Ling, Xun Xiangxiang, and Xiao Lin were once part of a game guild, so while they couldn’t say they understood each other well, they could be considered acquaintances. His suspicion towards Xun Xiangxiang seemed somewhat far-fetched.

"On the day of the incident, there was a project bid. Xun Xiangxiang’s father came to inspect the land, and he came to find me. What’s so strange about that?" Xiao Lin couldn’t fathom what Consort Ling was aiming to say. "If you’re wondering how he knew I was in Sin City, perhaps it was during the banquet..."

Gazing into Consort Ling’s eyes, Xiao Lin remembered the scene when he met Xun Xiangxiang at the banquet. At that time, Quan Mingyuan and some influential young men were teasing a girl, who was Xun Xiangxiang. The people who appeared in such a setting were not ordinary, and no matter how brazen Quan Mingyuan was, he wouldn’t openly tease someone with power.

"Has Young Master Xiao figured it out? Back then, I wasn’t sure, but when I left with the lady, I indeed saw Xun Xiangxiang talking privately with Quan Mingyuan. I didn’t know the content, but it was definitely not teasing."

"Consort Ling, why did Xiaoxue leave first that night?" Xiao Lin had never directly asked Xia Xue about this, and she wasn’t keen to bring it up. Even with his suspicions, Xiao Lin respected Xia Xue’s privacy and didn’t pursue it further. But now the situation seemed not so simple.

"That night, someone from the Xia Family showed up, the lady’s third uncle."

Xiao Lin let out a hmm; even that bastard was invited. "Don’t mention Xun Xiangxiang’s matter to anyone. Stick close to Xiaoxue—whatever you do, you don’t need to consult me. Act according to your instincts and ignore orders from others. You have only one task, understood?"

Consort Ling nodded, picked up the head, and turned to leave. (To be continued. If you enjoyed this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)