Chapter 116: Chapter 115: The Hunter’s Thirst for Blood (15)_1
“Wen Li, what are you doing here?”
Chen Mingfei hastened over and looked at Wen Li with a strange expression.
“Paying a visit to an elder.”
Wen Li explained with a smile.
Paying a visit to an elder.
Chen Mingfei glanced behind Wen Li and then at Fu Qian beside her.
“And who might this be?”
“Fang Xun, my friend.”
Seeing that Fu Qian had no intention of speaking, Wen Li took the initiative to introduce him, also without elaborating much.
A friend?
Chen Mingfei sized up Fu Qian, his expression somewhat unfriendly.
Compared to Chen Mingda, this cousin of mine shows off quite a bit!
Sensing the way Chen Mingfei looked at him, Fu Qian thought to himself.
“It’s not very safe outside right now, best not to stay out too long.”
After watching Fu Qian for a while, Chen Mingfei turned back to Wen Li and said.
“Hmm, thank you for the reminder. Actually, we were just preparing to head back. Are you leading a team to capture the fugitive Night Watchman?”
You two? Could it be that you live together?
Chen Mingfei’s frown deepened, but he still answered patiently.
“Yes, another member of the Chen Family was victimized yesterday. The second uncle issued an order for everyone to mobilize and find that person’s trail. We won’t rest until he’s caught.”
“Then you should also be careful.”
Wen Li politely reminded.
“Don’t worry. That guy is now a bloodthirsty beast, acting solely on instinct. He has the realm but is absolutely nothing to fear.”
This flag is raised way too skillfully!
Fu Qian, who had been disinterested in the conversation, couldn’t help but inwardly comment.
Maybe I should let Wen Li go home first, and then stealthily follow this guy?
I have a feeling that after this conversation, the likelihood of him being targeted just rose by 80%.
Chen Mingfei was obviously very attentive towards Wen Li, showing rare patience.
He kept saying not to stay outdoors for too long, but was actually chatting with Wen Li on and off.
“It’s not safe outside now. Miss Wen, would you like to stay at the manor until the crisis is over and then we can escort you home?”
Just like family, thinking almost exactly like Chen Mingda.
“No, that won’t be necessary.”
Wen Li’s reaction was also consistent as she smiled and shook her head.
“With Mr. Fang here, my safety isn’t an issue.”
Intentional? It’s like openly asking me to attract hate points.
Fu Qian glanced at Wen Li and noticed her looking at him with pleading eyes.
Do you want me to help get rid of the nuisance?
This time I’ll let it slide, but next time you’d better discuss it with me in advance. We should talk about the fees then.
By this time, Chen Mingfei had already been bothered to look over again.
“Mr. Fang seems quite unfamiliar. Have you just arrived in Shangjing?”
The way these scions of noble families speak really goes round and round.
What he’s getting at probably translates to— who the hell are you, coming to Shangjing to beg?
Fu Qian glanced at Chen Mingfei, effectively treating him as thin air.
“Mr. Fang… quite a personality you have.”
Chen Mingfei bit his teeth in a mixture of embarrassment and anger, a surge of murderous intent churning inside him.
Something seems off.
Fu Qian ignored him completely, first looking up at the sky, then suddenly grabbed Wen Li and pulled her back one step.
The next instant, a streak of light descended from the sky.
Amid a series of screams, members of the Chen Clan youngsters fell in droves.
This is…
Everyone looked at the figure that appeared in the center.
Deformed limbs, tattered clothing.
On a face covered with dark blood vessels were the crimson eyes of a wild beast.
Henrik?
Although his features were somewhat distorted, one could still make out the appearance of Henrik from the banquet.
The fish has taken the bait.
Today’s catch is not just bountiful; it’s downright explosive.
Only, this fish seems a bit too large!
Fu Qian sized up Henrik and could clearly feel that compared to during the banquet, the former Night Watchman’s aura had become exceedingly strong.
If it weren’t for the chaotic and violent aura, one might almost feel like they were facing a demigod, such was the fierceness of the killing intent that it seemed almost tangible.
Has he really gone into a berserk level-up?
“Henrik?”
Finally realizing what was happening, Wen Li cautiously approached, holding her breath and concealing her presence.
“It should be.”
No sooner had Fu Qian finished speaking than Henrik’s blood-red eyes looked over.
Violent, crazy.
There was a feeling of being targeted by a wild beast.
The rumors are true; it’s highly likely that his mind is gone.
At this moment, Henrik’s figure disappeared from its spot once again.
So fast!
Is the target Wen Li?
As the only one who could catch the movements of this adversary, Fu Qian quickly made a judgment.
Unfortunately, the latter was choking, her body stiff, completely immobile.
Locked in the murderous intent of Henrik, Wen Li, the support staff, had no capacity to resist, not even able to make a move to dodge.
In this situation, without a second word, Fu Qian kicked out.
Wen Li, in the end, couldn’t escape being kicked away.
But that very kick saved her life.
A streak of light flashed, and Henrik appeared where Wen Li had stood, with a deep trench beneath his feet.
This was merely a regular swipe of his claw.
Looking at that terrifying trace.
It must be said that although Yuan Shan’s skills seemed magical before, now the physical type is more appealing.
Missing with his strike, Henrik hardly paused before his gaze shifted to Fu Qian.
The next moment, a strangely shaped long blade ripped through Fu Qian’s figure.
However, it was only a figure after all.
Fu Qian sidestepped, dodging the blow.
The sword’s light whirled, mixed with roaring howls.
Seemingly realizing only Fu Qian could pose a threat, Henrik launched a tempestuous assault.
What a grudge!
Fu Qian dodged all the while, feeling astonished.
Thanks to the rigorous training on the Ring Islands, his body was now agile and seemed to stroll leisurely among the flurry of sword gleams and claw shadows.
Considering his prior performance at the Night Watchmen Base, he didn’t plan on revealing certain abilities here.
It’s time to switch to some other skills.
Amidst continuous close combat, Fu Qian finally found an opening and swiftly made consecutive points with his finger.
Five Air Bullets whistled out.
Sure enough, facing this kind of attack, the frenzied Henrik did not dodge or evade, opting to tough it out and take damage for damage.
With consecutive sounds, the five bullets all hit their mark, not causing substantial injury, yet the immense force momentarily staggered Henrik.
Seizing that instant, Fu Qian flashed to his back.
Hendrik’s back was still a blur of flesh and blood.
The wound left by Old Master Chen was still there.
It was just too perfect.
Fu Qian did not hesitate to reach out.
Without triggering his Mythical Form, he directly executed a Visceral Critical Strike.
The next moment, Henrik let out an earth-shattering roar, lunging violently forward.
As his innards gushed out, his spine nearly disintegrated.
Yet Henrik demonstrated an exaggeratedly strong life force, somehow still not falling.
Instead, he raised his head and let out a terrifyingly mournful howl.
At his feet, the trembling Chen Mingfei was desperately backing away.