63 Dirty And Twisted Schemes (1/2)

A few miles from the province Guando were the mighty northern mountains. Deep inside the mountains was a plank bridge, beneath it a few feet down, was a flowing river leading towards a forest.

Walking through the rocky area were three men. Two of them held sharp swords in their hands and bamboo hats that covered their heads.

The third man with his hair messily tied up in a bun, had a long piece of hair fall in front of his face, concealing his left eye. Held over his shoulder was a human-sized white sack.

One of the men began to walk near the unstable bridge's edge and stares down at the river down below.

”Stop. We'll drop him here.” A man with a sword's gruff voice harshly ordered.

Listening to his orders, the man carrying the sack plops it on the hard stone ground. Crouching down, the man loosens the sacks ties, revealing the tied up figure of a boy.

The boy tied up in the sack was none other than Rin, her mouth covered by a white cloth while her hands were bound by long strong ropes.

”Good. There seem to be a lot of heavy rocks here, so we'll gather some to put in with him, then hurl him down the river. Although the drop alone will probably kill him, we need to make sure he doesn't float back up.”

Xu Mujin remained silent as he crouched over Rin's unconscious body. The men behind him indifferently stared at her motionless body.

”Tsk, how can such a scrawny boy be capable of being captain?” One of the men scoffed.

”Well, he won't be captain for long now, will he?” The other man snickered slyly as his wicked gaze wandered toward the deep cliff.

Both men stared at Rin's limp body with haughty contempt and amusement.

”Hurry up and dispose of him. Once you're done, we'll return and you'll receive your reward as Sir Delun promised.” A man said toward Xu Mujin.

With lowered eyes, Xu Mujin bobs his head in understanding.

”Alright.” Xu Mujin casually unsheathes his sword from his side.

The men behind him eye one another, wicked sneers spreading across their cracked lips. Xu Mujin lifts the sword in his hands above Rin's body.

The man closest to Xu Mujin slowly approaches him, suddenly raising his sword ready to strike at Xu Mujin's back – a cold sinister expression shown in his eyes.

Slash--!

Bright crimson blood splattered through the air, the rocky mountain ground becoming covered in a dark liquid.

”Eh?”

The man, with his sword held up in midair tensed, his eyes enlarging upon feeling a sudden intense pain in his side.

With wide eyes, he looks down to see a sword impaled deeply into his stomach – red pools of blood flowing down his clothes, causing them to stain.

”What…” The man's gruff voice trembled, drops of blood pouring down his mouth.

However, before he could complete his sentence Xu Mujin swiftly sliced through the man's stomach, deeper pools of blood forming on the ground with some splattering on Xu Mujin's face.

Below his feet was the man's ripped open body, drops of crimson liquid flowing out from his body and on to the stone ground.

The second man who witnessed his companion being brutally killed by the young man twisted his face in violent anger.

”Gyaaa!” He furiously charged toward Xu Mujin with his pointed sword.