468 Ten Moves (1/2)

Rong Ming was so angry that he smiled. ”Your eminence is surely joking to just open your mouth to call out a suspect. Aren't you aware that I humbly serve as the captain of the guards division?”

At that time, an elegant-sounding woman's voice said, ”So, Faya is still as arrogantly defiant as always, after all.” The voice was as sweet as could be, and everyone involuntarily turned their gaze toward the voice's source, which was impressively Miss Tan Yumin. She walked in a leisurely fashion with a small, elegant smile on her face. She took a look at Butchie with a mild expression before turning to give Chen Mu a sweet smile.

Sensing the surrounding gazes brushing over him, and the envy and jealousy they contained, made him feel uncomfortable all over. Good lord. A single monkey is plenty bothersome, but with two of them… How can a person even go on?

”Miss Tan Yumin?” Butchie's gaze became suddenly aggressive. Faya hadn't only had one or two struggles with Tan Yumin, and she had long ago heard of how capable that woman was.

”Oh, you know me?” Tan Yumin lightly glanced at her as though she were looking at air and calmly said, ”I've been schooled in Faya's moves many times over. It would seem that wherever Faya shows up, there are always murders.”

Butchie snorted. ”It's not too late for the feud between us to be settled when the time comes, Miss Tan. What do you mean by shielding him this time?” She was speaking quite cleverly, pointing out the basic enmity that existed between them. That made it easy to mislead the others, as if the reason Tan Yumin had spoken as she had was only because she wanted revenge on Faya.

”Feud?” Tan Yumin seemed to be chewing on that term before smiling sweetly. ”Faya has assassinated me several times over, which shows a pretty big vendetta.” She lifted her flawless chin as her expression became abruptly disdainful. ”Still, who are you to represent Faya? Of course I will avenge this enmity directly with Faya, but how do you qualify?”

Butchie's face abruptly flushed red for her to have been so scorned by her counterpart, and the crowd in the hall went immediately wild. Faya had actually dared to assassinate Miss Tan Yumin? At that time, nearly everyone was looking at Butchie with gazes full of disparagement. For those past few days, apart from having to attend banquets, Tan Yumin had spent all of her time taking care of orphans. She wasn't just making a show of it but was actually doing the work. She had used her own behaviors to win over everyone's respect and admiration.

Still, Butchie remembered her goal in coming there and powerfully repressed the anger she felt. ”Miss Tan naturally has the last word about whether I have the qualifications. Regardless, it involves our Madam this time, and whoever blocks our way is our enemy!”

Butchie had spoken so firmly that everyone felt chilled! Of course Faya wasn't the equal of Moon Frost Island in the Heavenly Drum Village District, and perhaps they had no way to face off against Miss Tan Yumin so long as she had Mei Ji. But if she were to enrage Faya to go up against such local powers as they were, that wouldn't be so difficult for Faya!

Tan Yumin gave a light laugh. ”No matter how strong Faya is, you still have to talk reason. You say the White Commander is Qiao Yuan, but what proof do you have?”

Butchie wasn't moved by that, and she said in a low voice, ”Take off his mask, and we can know whether he is or isn't.”

Tan Yumin took a look at Chen Mu, whose eyes through the white mask had no sign of fluctuation, as though what was happening in front of him had nothing to do with him. Without knowing why, once she saw Chen Mu's indifference, she felt rather speechless. Her eyes then flashed a hint of playfulness.

Chen Mu was certainly cool and calm. That was because he had suddenly realized there was absolutely nothing for him to be afraid of. Apart from Butchie and Rong Ming, no one there could pose any threat to him, and he wasn't worried about the rest of them. Moreover, in such a complicated environment, once things erupted in confusion, no one could stop him when he was using the Big Mudfish.

By the time he and Wei-ah and the rest would be gathered, even fewer people in Dongrui could stop them. Perhaps they couldn't make a frontal attack with their insufficient numbers, but stopping them wasn't something that would depend only on the number of card artisans. And, once they entered the forest, never mind Faya; even if Tang Hanpei himself were to come, he wouldn't necessarily be able to nab them.

Wei-ah was a specialist in the forest, and Xiaobo had honed his skills alone in the forest across many years. Chen Mu himself could be considered half an expert in the forest. Battles there were what they were best at. There was nothing for him to be afraid of! After he thought it through, Chen Mu quickly relaxed.

Tan Yumin protecting the White Commander like that raised a lot of speculation among quite a few people.

Smiling meaningfully, Tan Yumin said languidly, ”There's no need to remove it. I just happen to know where the White Commander comes from.” She looked at Butchie with ridicule. ”I wonder how Faya would treat you if they were to find out you were now bound up with such a powerful enemy?”

”That's not something for Miss Tan to be concerned about.” Butchie felt chilled, but her mouth held forth as though she were tough. Could the White Commander really have some kind of background?

Tan Yumin seemed to have seen the worries beneath Butchie's look. The curve on her mouth grew, though she maintained the elegance of her smile. ”Oh, I do believe you will certainly have heard of his teacher.”

Butchie felt an ominous premonition as she responded by instinct, ”Who is he?”

”The killing god, Caesar!” Tan Yumin lightly spat out those four words.

Some people overturned their tables with a crash, everything smashing to the floor. Some spattered wine on their snow-white shirts, not even noticing. But most of the people were subconsciously retreating several steps away, as though there was something frightening in front of them.

Chen Mu was immediately surrounded by emptiness, leaving him standing there alone like a rock. In the eyes of the crowd, the white mask with those two curvy black lines winding down it became suddenly criss-crossed with a murderous aura. That indifferent gaze became like the god of death watching someone in their dying struggles with no hint of feeling.