203: This world is in chaos

As night fell, Nangong returned through the wind and snow.

But, before entering her room, she stomped her feet.

Clearing the accumulated snow from her body.

When she returned to her room, she happened to see Chu Qing, a Masked Man.

She smiled and said, "Going to kill again?"

Chu Qing stared straight at her and said, "Yes."

"Whether it's the Constable or that Martial Instructor, they went too far."

"I should eliminate them."

Nangong tucked a strand of her long hair behind her ear and whispered, "Killing doesn't solve problems."

Chu Qing smiled and said, "But, it can solve the people who create problems."

After speaking, he reached out and gently brushed the snow from Nangong's long hair.

Nangong turned her head.

Her earlobe happened to meet Chu Qing's hand.

The smooth and delicate earlobe rolled between his fingers.

Nangong's side profile flushed slightly, and she mumbled, "Hey... can you stop being so touchy-feely?"

Chu Qing... chuckled, and hooked her earlobe with his finger, saying, "How about you wear an earring too?"

"Cui Moyang wears one."

Nangong hummed softly and turned to the side, saying, "If you like looking at earrings, go find Cui Moyang."

"Why look for me?"

Chu Qing smiled and said, "Your earlobe is pretty."

Nangong didn't believe him.

But, she still felt pleased inside.

She tilted her head, allowing Chu Qing to see her earlobe.

But, she wouldn't let this man touch her.

"Madam Jin and your few maids, I've sent them all to Madam Shi's place."

"The Dean is still at the construction site."

Chu Qing expressed his gratitude.

Although Madam Shi had a lot of trouble in Zhou City.

Still, going to her place was safer than being with him.

"Here... this is the information on those Instructors and the old woman Dean."

"This is the information on those Constables."

"This is information on Worldly Affairs."

Nangong took out three boxes.

Chu Qing checked them one by one.

He first looked at the information on the Constables and several Instructors.

The information wasn't very detailed, only giving approximate locations.

Finally, there was the intelligence on Worldly Affairs.

Upon seeing the Worldly Affairs intelligence, Chu Qing smiled.

Because:

Worldly Affairs is an assassin and intelligence organization.

Theoretically speaking, as long as there's money, they dare to kill anyone.

Chu Qing sighed, "This organization is interesting."

Nangong said, "Worldly Affairs is also an ancient organization."

"The Thousand Eyes Alliance records that they existed during the previous dynasty."

Chu Qing exclaimed, "The water in this world is so deep."

"An organization from the previous dynasty?"

"It's difficult for an Empire to exist for a thousand years."

"But there are organizations that have existed for over a thousand years."

"Remarkable."

Nangong chuckled, "So... the water in this world is very deep."

"You shouldn't always be fighting and killing."

Chu Qing nodded.

Nangong stretched and mumbled:

"Oh, right, are you still going to kill that group of people?"

...In a large mansion:

The Golden-robed Constable was hosting the Fat Instructor for drinks.

The Golden-robed Constable said, "Those Big Shots have spoken; Chu Qing must be killed to make an example of him."

"Otherwise, others will imitate him."

The Fat Instructor smiled and said, "Don't worry, even if Chu Qing doesn't leave the Martial Academy, I have a way to kill him."

The Golden-robed Constable asked curiously, "How will you kill him?"

The Fat Instructor sneered, "I have a good relationship with the Instructor of Hall Number Nine."

"Tomorrow, I'll ask that Instructor to arrange the most difficult assessment for him."

"By then... he will either die in the assessment."

"Or... give up."

"If he gives up, he'll be expelled from the Martial Academy after three attempts at most."

"At that point, whether to kill or dismember him, isn't it just a matter of a thought?"

The Golden-robed Constable nodded and sighed, "This Chu Qing is truly terrifying."

"Because the real estate agents wouldn't get him a mansion, he killed a dozen real estate agencies."

"How did a guy with such a strong killing intent survive until now?"

The Fat Instructor said with a serious expression, "He has Perfected Gold Tendons; in a small place like Shiji County, he is a dominant master."

"No one dared to provoke him."

"Plus, he kills people like flies, which gives him a strong deterrent."

"That's how he survived until now."

The Golden-robed Constable's heart stirred, and he said, "You think he might imitate his actions in Shiji County here in Zhou City?"

The Fat Instructor nodded and said, "It's very possible."

"Intelligence shows that before he entered Zhou City, he killed many people in the Prosperous Land."

"He even almost burned the Prosperous Land to the ground."

"This person is vengeful and very dangerous."

The Golden-robed Constable nodded.

They drank and discussed Chu Qing.

The Fat Instructor said, "He dares to lay hands on people from real estate agencies, not caring about Big Shots; similarly, he also dares to attack you and me."

"My Skin and Hair are about to reach Perfection, and I'm about to step into the Second Limit."

"I can kill him with just one finger."

"But, your strength is a bit weaker."

"You need to be careful."

"Don't die and cause trouble for the Lord."

The Golden-robed Constable's face flushed, and he said, "Instructor, although I haven't achieved Perfected Gold Tendons."

"But, I've already started training my Five Viscera and Six Bowels."

"No matter how Heaven-Defying Chu Qing is, can he stop someone at my Five Viscera and Six Bowels Realm?"

The Fat Instructor thought for a moment and said, "That's true!"

"He has probably refined at most thirty to fifty Golden Bones by now."

"His strength, no matter how great, is limited."

The Golden-robed Constable smiled and said, "Come on, let's not talk about Chu Qing—let's drink!"

...In the hazy wind and snow:

An intelligence outpost of Worldly Affairs welcomed a guest.

This guest wore coarse linen, was barefoot, and masked.

His black hair was casually tied with a rough cloth strip.

His bright eyes made the intelligence personnel a bit uncomfortable.

"Here, I heard your intelligence is very impressive."

The Worldly Affairs intelligence personnel smiled and said, "Guest, even if you're looking for a stray dog, we'll have news within five hours at most."

The coarse-linen, barefooted guest nodded and said, "I need information on these people."

He handed over a piece of paper filled with names.

"One thousand taels of silver."

Rip!

He pushed the silver notes, handing them to the other party.

Soon:

The intelligence personnel flipped through a notebook.

Before long, he found several other notebooks.

Ten minutes later:

"This is their address, places they frequent, and relationships with friends and family."

"Martial arts, Realm, weapons, killer moves."

"Even their various hobbies."

"Here, you can only read it here, you can't take it away."

The coarse-linen, barefooted guest nodded.

He began to read through the intelligence.

One minute... ten minutes... half an hour... Whoosh!

The guest exhaled a breath of stale Qi and said, "The intelligence is good."

"Also, keep a close eye on these few people."

"The more detailed their intelligence, the better."

The intelligence dealer noted down the names and asked for another hundred taels of silver as a deposit.

Before long, the coarse-linen, barefooted guest pushed open the door and left.

Click!

The door closed.

The intelligence chief sighed, "Tonight, I'm afraid there will be deaths."

"Truly formidable, to dare to kill a Constable within the city."

"And even dare to kill a Martial Academy Instructor or even a Vice Dean?"

"People from the Thousand Eyes Alliance?"

"Rebels?"

"Big Shots from the Imperial Capital?"

"Otherworldly beings?"

"This year, there's a bit too much wind and snow."

"This Human World is getting more and more chaotic."

...The coarse-linen, barefooted guest, tiptoeing, quickly moved through the streets and alleys.

Soon, he arrived in front of a mansion.

He jumped in.

There was light in the main house.

He went over and knocked on the door.

"Who is it!"

The Constable, who had just returned home, impatiently opened the door.

Accompanied by a shout: "With the Sunflower in hand, the world is mine!"

A hand was placed on the Constable's throat.

Slender yet strong fingers closed.

The next second:

Crack!

A crisp sound.

The Constable's throat broke.

Gulp!

The Constable's eyes widened, looking incredulously at the coarse-linen, barefooted Masked Man.

He really wanted to ask:

"Who are you?"

"Why are you killing me?"

"Don't you know I'm a Constable?"

"Killing a Constable is a serious crime!"

However:

He couldn't say a single word.

He fell backward to the ground.

He saw the coarse-linen Masked Man take out a small notebook and write and draw in it:

"First one done."

"There are still... sixteen more."

The Constable's eyeballs constricted.

He thought of the thirteen real estate agencies that had been slaughtered.