Chapter 87: Gathering (1/2)

Chapter 87: Gathering

An hour later.

Zhang Tingyue was standing on a small hill south of the Hidden Dragon Institute with his hands clasped behind his back, and Xin Yuan was standing behind him.

A sword-bearing youth approached and began to walk up the hill.

He did not walk very fast, but every step he took brought him a large distance closer. In only a few steps, he arrived next to Zhang Tingyue. He said, “Wang Doushan was very stubborn. I couldn’t get anything out of him.”

As he spoke, he walked towards a nearby tree and leaned against it.

Zhang Tingyue knitted his eyebrows and was about to speak when he heard someone say, “That’s not strange at all. If you, Zhong Shisi1, were able to get any valuable information from him, then you wouldn’t be Zhong Shisi anymore. You’re here to kill people, not to interrogate them.”

Zhong Shisi ignored him. Zhang Tingyue said, “Enough, Hong Ming. Talk a bit less and don’t try to provoke him.”

A short-statured person jumped out of a nearby tree. Hong Ming from the Golden Cicada Clan, Hong Wu’s Fourth Uncle.

Upon landing, Hong Ming said, “Sun Jizu was very slippery and cautious. In the beginning, I wasn’t able to get anything out of him, but when I asked about Yan Fuxing’s death he seemed to grow a bit agitated. I could tell that he hated someone, but I couldn’t tell who that someone was.”

Zhong Shisi laughed coldly. “So that’s all the information you were able to get?”

“That’s already enough,” a rumbling voice suddenly said.

They turned around to find another person heading towards them.

This newcomer was quite short, yet he had extremely large hands and thick fingers. It was one of the Drought Dragon Clan’s members.

He was called Jiang Tao, and he was Jiang Yang’s Third Uncle.

Jiang Tao strode towards them and said, “That girl Du Qing was pretty much the same. Even though she tried to act calm, I could tell that when Jiang Yang and the others died…… she was present.”

“Hmph. Zhong Ding, Jiang Yang, and the others died, but some random people without bloodline survived; that is the greatest problem here,” Hong Ming said.

“But that’s not enough to serve as evidence.” Zhang Tingyue knitted his eyebrows.

“What more evidence do we need? Kuang’er and the others are dead, but those few bloodline-less brats are still alive. Even if they weren’t the ones to harm them, we can’t let them continue to live. We should just kill them all so that they can accompany our children. What evidence do we even need?”

An arrogant, powerful voice spoke up.

The coarseness of the person’s voice made it seem as if it had come from some large, bulky bandit, but the speaker was actually a woman.

This woman was so manly that she put other men to shame.

This woman reminded others of the massive, ferocious beasts that roamed the Northern Plains.

This woman made other men feel like their own women was a peerless fairies, strengthening the affection between them.

The entire hill trembled every time the woman, who was smoking a pipe, moved her elephant-like legs.

When she arrived at the top of the hill, everyone felt as if a cloud was casting a shadow over their forehead.

Upon her arrival, Zhang Tingyue laughed, “Zheng Bashan, the Hidden Dragon Institute isn’t the Black Rhinoceros Garrison. Not everything needs to be done according to the Nine-Tip Mountain rules. If you want to kill someone, you need to figure out who needs to be killed first and then notify the Hidden Dragon Institute. Only after obtaining their approval can you make a move; otherwise, you will only bring disaster upon yourself. Without evidence, we cannot convince the Hidden Dragon Institute, and then there won’t be anything we can do about it. Speaking of which, how did matters on your end go?”