103: Chapter 103 The Wang Group

No one died — wrists or knees shattered, losing the ability to move.

Clean and efficient, nothing more, nothing less.

Only three people were left standing in the shop.

Lei Lie.

Zhou Yun.

City Lord Zhang Hao.

City Lord Zhang Hao leaned against the counter, his legs trembling.

His gaze darted between Lei Lie and Zhou Yun — the blade in the hand of the armored man who had appeared out of thin air didn't even have blood on it.

How...

How did he do it???

His mind was completely blank!

This wasn't the City Lord World!

This was Blue Star, for God's sake!!!!

How could a living person of this size just appear out of nowhere?????!

Lei Lie didn't know what he was thinking; he just stepped in front of him, held the blade horizontally across his neck, killing intent soaring!

He recognized this person!

The City Lord of Han City, the executioner!

Although he didn't know why he had appeared here...

But, he deserved to die!

Especially since he had threatened Zhou Yun and Zhou Yun's father!

"Zhou Yun —"

"Stop."

Lei Lie's blade stopped.

Zhou Yun walked over.

He bent down when he passed his father and helped Zhou Tianhao up from the ground.

Zhou Tianhao's legs were shaking, unable to stand steadily. Zhou Yun held his arm, letting him lean against the counter.

"Dad, it's okay now."

Despite forcing himself to control it, his voice was still shaking violently.

He turned around and faced City Lord Zhang Hao.

"Lei Lie."

"Zhou Yun?"

"I'll handle it myself."

Lei Lie glanced at him, sheathed his blade, and stepped back.

Zhou Yun arrived in front of City Lord Zhang Hao.

City Lord Zhang Hao knew disaster was imminent, his legs shaking like a sieve, "Zhou... Zhou Yun... This is Blue Star... You can't —"

Zhou Yun didn't speak, just clenched his right hand in the air.

The ascending moon shadow appeared in his hand instantly.

Then... draw sword!

Swing sword!

No hesitation.

No unnecessary movements.

City Lord Zhang Hao fell.

Zhou Yun sheathed his sword.

This time, his hand didn't shake.

...

City Lord World, Flower City.

Just a few minutes ago, all 120,000 people in the city simultaneously felt an abnormality in their chests — as if they had been flicked by someone from a very far distance.

It didn't hurt, but it was crystal clear.

Soldiers on the city walls looked at each other. Professionals on the training grounds stopped their training.

Commoners on the streets put down their work.

Although they didn't know why they had this feeling, everyone's subconscious intuition was exceptionally clear.

Zhou Yun had been attacked!!

The entire Flower City went quiet for two seconds at that moment.

Then it exploded.

"Zhou Yun has met with an accident!!!"

...

Fruit shop.

Zhou Yun had already let Lei Lie return to Flower City.

About twenty minutes later, the mobile phone signal was restored.

He called the police.

Law enforcement arrived very quickly.

Two police cars, one ambulance.

The middle-aged police officer leading the team saw the men in black all over the floor and the corpses on the ground; his expression changed several times, but he didn't make things difficult for Zhou Yun.

Signal jammers, destroyed surveillance, the alley that had been cleared out — the chain of evidence for self-defense was very complete.

Zhou Yun settled Zhou Tianhao down.

The wound on his forehead wasn't deep; a Band-Aid stopped the bleeding.

His knees were bruised, iced to reduce swelling.

Zhou Tianhao sat on a stool, holding a cup of hot water, not drinking for a long time.

He didn't ask who that armored man who appeared out of thin air was.

He didn't ask where that sword came from. He didn't ask anything.

He just nodded and said one word.

"Good."

...

Evening.

Zhou Yun took that card out of his pocket.

The one left by the official from the capital, only with an address and phone number.

Twenty minutes later, he appeared on the sofa of a hotel suite.

Opposite him was that square-faced man.

"City Lord Zhang Hao was a City Lord I had eliminated." Zhou Yun didn't engage in small talk, "What is the background of those men in black? Where did the signal jammers come from? Where did they get the ability to clear out an entire alley?"

"Wang Group." The square-faced man was concise.

Zhou Yun's gaze paused.

Wang Group.

Wang Shuai's Family.

"What about law enforcement?" Zhou Yun continued to ask, "With such a big commotion, did law enforcement not notice anything at all?"

The man didn't answer.

Silence itself was the answer.

Zhou Yun closed his eyes for a moment.

"Protect my father."

He opened his eyes and looked directly at the other person.

"This is my only request."

The man was silent for a few seconds, then nodded.

"Good."

After Zhou Yun left, he closed the door on his way out.

The man sat on the sofa, looking at the closed door. After a moment of contemplation, he picked up the phone.

Compared to the calmness during his conversation with Zhou Yun, this time his voice was very cold.

"Investigate all of Wang Group's local relationship networks."

"There are corrupt elements within the system. Thoroughly investigate. Investigate to the end!"

...

It was almost eleven o'clock when Zhou Yun returned home.

The rolling shutter door of the fruit shop was pulled halfway up, and a light was on inside.

Zhou Tianhao was picking vegetables behind the counter. Hearing footsteps, he looked up but didn't ask where he had been, only saying: "I left noodles in the pot for you."

"I've already eaten."

"Then heat it up anyway, have it as a late-night snack."

Zhou Yun didn't decline again.

He sat by the counter eating noodles, while Zhou Tianhao continued picking vegetables.

Neither father nor son spoke; the only sounds in the shop were the clinking of chopsticks against the bowl and the rustling of vegetable leaves being torn.

The noodles were Yangchun noodles, clear soup and plain water, with two pieces of green onion floating on top.

Zhou Yun ate very slowly.

"Dad."

"Hmm?"

"Tomorrow... I have to leave."

Zhou Tianhao's hand paused for a moment, then he continued to pick off a yellowing vegetable leaf.

"I know." He said, "The time for the Teleportation Array is written on the news."

Another period of silence.

"Go to sleep early." Zhou Tianhao gathered the vegetables together, stood up, and patted the leaf fragments off his pants, "I'll send you off tomorrow morning."

Zhou Yun watched his father's back disappear around the corner of the stairs.

A washed-out jacket hung on the back of a chair, the collar frayed.

He finished the noodles, even drinking the soup clean.

...

About forty minutes after the light in Zhou Tianhao's room went out, Zhou Yun started to move.

He didn't turn on the light, just using the light filtering in from the street lamp outside the window.

His movements were very light, his footsteps making almost no sound on the floor.

First was the spiritual rice.

He took the spiritual rice out of his storage space and filled the Family's ordinary rice bag handful by handful.

The rice bag was a woven bag, printed with the words "Northeast Long-Grain Fragrant Rice," placed in a corner of the kitchen where it wouldn't attract attention.

The grains of Silver Rank spiritual rice were slightly fuller than ordinary rice; one could tell the difference if looking closely, but at a glance, it was just a bag of ordinary rice.

He filled five bags.

Twenty catties each.

Enough to eat for a long time.

Then the meat.

He cut the Red Flame Golden-Maned Pig meat into palm-sized pieces, wrapped them in three layers of plastic wrap, and stuffed them into the bottom layer of the freezer, pressing them under frozen fish and frozen dumplings.

Gold Rank Demonic Beast meat wouldn't rot, but it was more natural in the freezer.

He piled a few bags of ordinary frozen meat bought from the supermarket on the outer layer to cover it.

The sound of the knife on the cutting board made him pause for a moment, listening to the upstairs.

No movement.