Chapter 251: Chapter 250: What is Meant to Come, Will Always Come (Please Subscribe)
The road from Anshan City to Song Family Castle.
Two armored vehicles flanked a large truck in the middle, advancing rapidly.
The commotion they caused attracted many Fierce Beasts.
The timid ones fled at the sound, running away on all fours.
The braver ones stood their ground, watching the three vehicles pass by.
Some aggressive ones even charged directly at the convoy.
Every time this happened, two or three dark barrels protruded from the front and rear armored vehicles.
"Bang bang bang!"
"Bang bang bang!"
Flames burst from the muzzles.
The dull gunfire echoed across the wasteland.
The charging Fierce Beasts were either turned into riddled carcasses, lying in pools of blood.
Or they turned tail the moment they heard the gunfire.
Thus, the convoy proceeded smoothly and without incident.
"Are these damn beasts ever going to stop?"
The man driving the large truck in the middle grumbled impatiently.
"After so many runs, haven’t you gotten used to this?"
The man in the passenger seat, arms crossed and reclining lazily on his chair, said, "These are just mid to low-level Fierce Beasts, be glad we haven’t encountered any high-level ones."
"True enough."
Upon hearing this, Yan Junwei took one hand off the wheel, fetched a cigarette from the pack, lit it with a lighter, and exhaled a smoke ring. He cursed, "Damn it, I wonder when we’ll finally stop doing this job."
"Who knows."
Beside him, Tian Country sighed, "We’re among the weakest in the caravan, what can we do?"
The atmosphere in the truck suddenly grew silent.
Despite driving, these two were undeniably Mingjin Martial Artists.
They had no choice but to escort supplies.
Although the Fierce Beasts on the route from Anshan City to Song Family Castle were mostly mid to low-level, what if a high-level Fierce Beast showed up?
There were plenty of times in the past when convoys were wiped out by a single high-level Fierce Beast.
After that, the merchants decided it was best to have Entry Force Martial Artists handle transportation.
However, this didn’t guarantee absolute safety. If they encountered a high-level Fierce Beast, it was still uncertain who would live and who would die.
Yan Junwei finished his cigarette, extinguished the butt, and curiously asked, "Old Tian, I heard things have been a bit chaotic in the trading company lately? Some veterans were killed?"
"You mean the masked archer from the Martial Arts Association?"
Tian Country replied.
"Yeah, that’s him."
Yan Junwei nodded and inhaled sharply, "I heard that guy is fierce, took out seven or eight of our people, several of them were powerful Martial Artists. Old Tian, you’re well-informed, is it true?"
"Absolutely."
Tian Country immediately sat up straight, shivering a bit as he said, "That guy kills one if he encounters one, two if he encounters two. Later on, others in the association were so scared that no one dared to bother him. I heard Lu Yang eventually brought in a Meridian Refining Martial Artist to deal with him."
"A Meridian Refining Martial Artist!"
Yan Junwei gasped.
To him, a powerful Martial Artist was already unattainable in this lifetime.
Meridian Refining Martial Artists were even beyond imagination.
"So, is that guy dead for sure now?"
"Not as simple as you think."
Tian Country shook his head and recounted the follow-up he had heard.
Yan Junwei was stunned and muttered after a while, "That guy’s lucky. If not for their president showing up in time, he’d be dead, right?"
"Yeah."
Tian Country nodded, "But having offended the trading company, he can’t hide forever. Sooner or later, he’ll be caught."
"Exactly."
Yan Junwei nodded repeatedly.
Dare to kill someone from the trading company? Do they even know who’s backing the company?
It’s like setting up camp next to a dung pit, courting death.
By the way, didn’t that Qin Ye, a Meridian Refining Realm expert, leave the city with Lord Guan yesterday morning? I wonder if he’s back yet.
If not, what if that guy gets word and takes the chance to slip away?
"Never mind, that’s Lu Yang’s problem. I’m just a Mingjin Martial Artist. I’ll focus on my job."
He shook his head.
Time slowly passed.
In the distance, the outline of Song Family Castle gradually appeared.
The two exchanged glances and simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.
As they got closer, Tian Country’s brow furrowed.
Last time they came, there were at least twenty or thirty guards on the walls and many more at the gate.
But today...
The guards on the wall were significantly fewer.
"Old Yan, don’t you think there’s something off about Song Family Castle today?"
"Off? What’s off?"
Yan Junwei looked around, "Nothing seems off, looks the same as before, no?"
"Maybe I’m just overthinkin’?"
muttered Tian Country.
His inner unease, however, grew stronger.
The guards at the gate saw the convoy coming and quickly removed the barricades, allowing them to enter the city.
The three vehicles stopped, and soon, more than ten people emerged from the front and rear armored vehicles, all Muscle Refining Martial Artists, breathing in the fresh air deeply.
Yan Junwei and Tian Country also jumped off the truck.
They glanced around but didn’t see any familiar faces.
"Where’s your captain?"
Yan Junwei frowned, a bit displeased.
Not just a mere guard team captain, even Song Family Castle’s Lord Song Hailong would greet him respectfully.
But today, they were already here, yet no one had come to welcome them?
And Lord Guan’s brother wasn’t here either?
"Please wait a moment, sirs. My master will be here shortly."
A young man in training clothes bowed deeply.
"Master?"
Yan Junwei and Tian Country exchanged glances.
The surrounding Muscle Refining Martial Artists also sensed the unusual atmosphere.
"Who’s your master?"
Yan Junwei scrutinized the man.
"My master is the head of Gale Martial Arts Hall in the castle."
The man bowed, trembling.
These men were likely Entry Force Martial Artists, even his master would be deferential to them.
Most importantly, these people were from Anshan City!
The inevitable had arrived.
"No,"
Yan Junwei scowled, "I asked where your captain is, what does your master have to do with this? What, is little Gale Martial Arts Hall that important?"
"No, that’s not what I meant."
Sweat poured off the man’s forehead, his face pale, wanting to explain but unable to.
Just then, an elderly voice called from afar.
"Sirs, my disciple didn’t mean that. Some things have happened..."
An elder in his fifties or sixties quickly approached, shielding the young man and smiling.
The young man finally relaxed, realizing his clothes were soaked with sweat in those brief moments.
"You..."
Yan Junwei was furious.
Why did everything feel so eerie today?
Was it that hard to find Cheng Lei?
Tian Country stopped him, narrowing his eyes at the elder, "Are you the head of Gale Martial Arts Hall? What do you mean by things have happened?"
"Yes, it’s me. To be honest, Song Family Castle has undergone dramatic changes in just a few days. Let’s go inside and discuss."
The elder gestured invitingly.
Despite appearing calm, he was extremely anxious.
"???"
Yan Junwei and Tian Country exchanged puzzled glances, and the latter nodded.
"Fine, let’s go inside. I’d love to see what you’re up to."
The three of them entered.
"Please sit."
The elder offered them the sofa and served tea, "Before we talk, please prepare yourselves."
"Get to the point."
Yan Junwei felt like throwing the tea in the elder’s face.
Tian Country’s frown deepened. He sensed something was off the moment they got here.
Considering the commotion earlier, anyone with status would have shown up already, but he hadn’t seen anyone he knew.
The conclusion was obvious.
"Something happened?"
Bai Hong was stunned, then tears welled up, and he nodded silently.
"What! Something happened? What happened?"
Yan Junwei was shocked.
"Captain Guan, Captain Cheng, and even our Song Family Castle’s Lord," Bai Hong glanced at them and said in a low voice, "they’re all dead."
"Boom"
Yan Junwei and Tian Country were stunned, their minds echoing with those words.
Captain Guan?
That’s Guan Dexi?
He’s dead?
Not just him, but Cheng Lei and even Song Hailong were dead?
How is that possible!!!
They looked at each other, seeing the disbelief in each other’s eyes.
"Sirs, I know it sounds unbelievable, but it’s true."
Bai Hong smiled bitterly, "Captain Guan’s body is preserved, intact. If you don’t believe me, come see for yourselves."
"Fine, take us there!"
Tian Country jumped up, glaring at the elder, "If we find out you’re lying, you know the consequences."
"How would I dare?"
Bai Hong smiled bitterly.
Cheng Lei and Song Hailong were insignificant.
Their deaths were actually beneficial to him.
But Guan Dexi shouldn’t have died. He was the brother of an influential figure!
His death would shake Song Family Castle!
They headed to the basement, where Guan Dexi’s body lay in an ice coffin.
Besides looking peaceful, there were no visible wounds on him.
Yan Junwei and Tian Country were shocked.
Guan Dexi was really dead!
How did he die? Who killed him?