Chapter 52: Slaughter
By the end of July, the weather was scorching, and it only became slightly cooler by evening.
Song Changming finished his shift and was planning to have a drink with Lv Gang.
These days, the two frequently partnered to thoroughly investigate the gangs on Houli Street, as if reverting to the days when they worked together in the same Patrol Guard team.
However, Liang Chuan Mountain had become the Director, and they had all become Patrol Captains; the past days were long gone.
Just as Song Changming stepped out of the Patrol Armor Bureau, a person approached him on the street, seemingly waiting for him for some time.
"Hmm?" Song Changming looked at the person, somewhat surprised.
"I heard Song is looking for high-grade wild ginseng. It happens I know a hunter in the city who found two hundred-year-old ginseng plants outside the city. I wonder if Song is interested."
Wang Xianwen directly stated his purpose, calmly speaking.
"Really?" Song Changming scrutinized Wang Xianwen and asked.
"How dare I joke with Song? It’s true," Wang Xianwen cupped his hands and said.
Song Changming fell silent, his gaze growing sharper, scrutinizing the unusually behaved Wang Xianwen, coldly saying, "When did you become so interested in my affairs? Tell me your true intentions."
Wang Xianwen shivered all over, then helplessly said, "Perhaps there is some misunderstanding between Lv Weizhang and me. Recently, his prejudice against me is too deep. I want to ask you to help, to speak a few words for me.
At least to give me a chance to apologize to Lv Weizhang...."
"Misunderstanding?" Song Changming stepped forward, staring at Wang Xianwen, his body exuding a murderous aura.
"You know very well whether it’s a misunderstanding or not. Why pretend to play dumb here?"
Under Song Changming’s killing intent, Wang Xianwen froze, panicked in his heart, and couldn’t help but take a half-step back.
This panic was not only due to Song Changming’s murderous aura but also from Song Changming’s dazzling combat achievements.
The battle at the Nine Bends Association was enough to garner respect from 99% of those who experienced it in the Patrol Armor Bureau!
This included Wang Xianwen at the time.
"This madman, could he be planning to attack me outside the Patrol Armor Bureau?!"
His heart was beating fast, but he forced himself to suppress the panic, and continued, "If, if Song Guard is unwilling to help, then just pretend I never mentioned it. As for that hunter, he’s not far from here, just a few streets away.
They often go out hunting and searching, they can find some rare natural herbs, and if there’s a long-term need, you can also collaborate...."
"Lead the way." Song Changming suddenly interrupted before Wang Xianwen finished speaking.
"Ah, okay, okay." Wang Xianwen thought Song Changming would decisively refuse him, but unexpectedly he agreed.
"If there’s no hundred-year-old ginseng, or if you’re playing tricks to deceive me, I’ll make you regret it," Song Changming said grimly.
"I wouldn’t dare, I wouldn’t dare..." Wang Xianwen’s back inexplicably felt cold, forcing an awkward smile, he hurriedly led the way forward.
Song Changming glanced back at the Patrol Armor Bureau, making a gesture to Jiang Chunzi, who noticed him.
Jiang Chunzi, who was about to finish his shift, understood, nodded, and silently returned to the Patrol Armor Bureau.
Following Wang Xianwen, Song Changming and he silently walked through several streets and alleys, arriving near a somewhat remote low house.
Looking around, he remembered this place indeed housed some of the city’s lower-class citizens, but today not a single figure was seen.
"Please wait here, I’ll go take a look." Wang Xianwen went to a low house and knocked on the door panel. Seeing no response, he went to another house to knock, still no response.
Just as he was about to continue looking inside for someone, Song Changming stopped him.
"No need, just wait here."
"Here?" Wang Xianwen wanted to say something, but seeing Song Changming staring at him, he inexplicably felt nervous, opening his mouth but unable to speak.
After waiting for a while, Wang Xianwen’s forehead began to sweat, and he laughed dryly, "Maybe they have something urgent and didn’t return. Why not come another day...."
"Why come another day? The ones you brought me to find should be in that house, just not willing to come out unless I go over," Song Changming said, looking at the dark houses.
As soon as he said this, there was suddenly movement from within those houses.
The next moment, the door was pushed open, and several individuals wearing metal masks and armor stepped out.
"Kill!"
Those people originally intended to hide inside the house and attack Song Changming.
But Song Changming’s reluctance to approach made them uneasy.
After showing themselves, they didn’t delay, openly expressing their intention to kill, and directly drew their sabers rushing at Song Changming.
As soon as Song Changming sensed something was wrong, he had already held onto the signal smoke and decisively released it now.
Then, with a move of his feet, he was about to retreat.
"Stop him!" One of the masked individuals shouted.
Wang Xianwen, who was originally standing behind Song Changming, gritted his teeth and immediately drew his saber to slash at Song Changming.
Seeing this, Song Changming nearly swung his hand.
In fact, Wang Xianwen was not weak, although as Lv Gang’s assistant, his strength was not far behind that of Lv Gang, the Patrol Captain.
Within the entire Patrol Armor Bureau, his personal martial force could be ranked in the top ten.
Wang Xianwen always held a high opinion of himself, very confident in his strength.
But today facing Song Changming, he was very uncertain, this first strike, he gave it his all.
He knew, if he didn’t do his best, let alone stop Song Changming, he might directly lose his life.
Song Changming unsheathed his long saber, the blade scraping against the scabbard, sparking a series of sparks.
Stepping forward, the blade aimed straight at Wang Xianwen.
The next moment, a boundless cold wind whipped up, following the long blade and sweeping in.
In a trance, Wang Xianwen felt as if he was in the abyss of hell, with ghostly wails and howls, feeling extremely terrified.
When the cold wind passed through his body, he only felt a sharp pain in his chest, his body growing colder.
Looking down, his chest was already soaked with dark red blood.
A saber wound had pierced through his chest.
Song Changming’s figure brushed past him, not even glancing at him.
A cut ended it, there was nothing to say between them.
In fact, upon realizing Wang Xianwen had colluded with these unknown individuals to plot against him, Song Changming never intended to let Wang Xianwen leave alive.
Behind him were four masked individuals in total, one of whom pursued with remarkable speed, seemingly also mastering a Light Body Skill of a high level.
Having slightly slowed down due to the saber strike, Song Changming was quickly chased down, faced with a sudden overhead slash.
The opponent’s saber was roughly three fingers wide, the blade thin and light, silent in its swing, only a flash of the saber light could be seen.
Undoubtedly, this person was also skilled in fast saber techniques.
Both Song Changming’s Soul-breaking Saber and Flying Swallow Technique fell into the category of fast saber techniques.
He abruptly stopped, turned, and raised his saber, catching the opponent’s descending strike just in time.
With just a light strike, Song Changming barely felt any force.
The next moment, the opponent’s long saber smoothly sliced toward Song Changming’s wrist holding the saber.
Song Changming reacted quickly, turning his long saber in an attempt to deflect his opponent.
However, the opponent’s saber wielded a peculiar soft and tenacious force, the blade like threads, tangled and unwilling to release.
Such saber skill, it was the first time Song Changming had seen.