Chapter 819 - Enslave me? (1/2)

Chapter 819

Enslave me?

“Si!”

Though Mu Fa had never once encountered the infamous legendary Chief Si of the ‘Bi’ organisation, he had heard about Si’s appearance. Ever since Si became the leader of the slave-trading organisation, the man’s name gradually became common knowledge among the general public. Mu Fa had even heard that many adults in some of the bigger cities would use Si’s name to scare their children. “You’d better behave yourselves or Si will take you away!”—- was common to instil fear in children.

Mu Fa had even heard from some of the slave traders that those threats were not necessarily fake.

The large scythe-like item in Si’s grip was actually a (十) cross-shaped staff. The top of the staff was a sharp Xi in the shape of a beast fang.

It looked vastly different from Xi-s that were primarily used to untie rope knots. Instead of a larger Xi, perhaps it was best to describe the Xi on the tip of Si’s staff as a Xi-shaped metal blade instead. Its edges were sharpened till razor-sharp, emitting off a cold glint of light as Si moved in the dark. The Xi at the tip bore a glyph of an eye, which was the sign for an observer. If gazes were met with the glyph, one would feel watched. They would feel like a slab of meat thrown onto the chopping board while the other party scrutinized you for your worth.

As the head of the slave traders whose name could easily drive children to tears, Mu Fa put his guard up against the approaching figure.

Lu Zhai, Ci Du, Qu Li and the others too were on guard.

At Si’s appearance, the tightly restrained Robber Seven languidly took one glance in the direction and averted his eyes to the night skies. He blatantly ignored the distant glare that bore heavy murderous intent directed at him. Robber Seven’s was calmer than ever, at least on the surface.

Shao Xuan looked at the approaching Si, then whipped his head around to study his surroundings. Si had brought company.

Cling clang cling———

Under the moonlight, rushed footsteps rang. Six thin black-robed half-masked figures appeared with chains in their grips. Each metallic clink of the chain was accompanied by glinting cold sheens. They were equally divided into two flanks. The frontmost moved with Si to form a curved half-circle formation. Shao Xuan and his party, on the other hand, were enveloped in its centre.

The line-up of dark clothed figures brought a sense of deja vu. It felt almost like a group hunt, but instead of the Flaming Horns closing in on a certain beast, it was the Bis closing in on them. Mu Fa heard that no one had ever made it out of the metal chains if caught.

Once they were fifty steps away, Si and his party halted. Their gazes were icy, even the surrounding temperature had felt like the sheer malice lowered it. Their cold glares swept through Shao Xuan’s party and finally paused on Robber Seven. They glared daggers, attention frozen on Robber Seven’s being as if overwhelmed with the urge to skin him alive.

There was no way Robber Seven did not pick up on their glares. However, the man continued to stare at the sky, blatantly ignoring Si and his seven-membered party. Robber Seven pursed his lips indifferently.

The metal chain wielding bunch was Si’s most trusted subordinates. They too were involved in the hunts for Robber Seven. The robber deemed them not worthy of his thought. They had searched high and low for him, and yet Robber Seven had always escaped undetected. Simply put, they were a bunch of useless fools in the robber’s eyes. Robber Seven would rather weigh his escape options than to think about these idiots.

Si removed his murderous intent from Robber Seven momentarily to look at Shao Xuan and his party. Displeased, he frowned. “Where is it?” His voice was as coarse as scraping cold metal chains. It radiated heavily of iciness, able to send shivers down one’s spine.

It was then that Robber Seven gave up playing dead. He rolled his eyes at Si. “Don’t ask me,” said the robber while he pointed his lips at Shao Xuan. It was a notion for Si to look to the side.

Brows tightly knitted, Si’s overwhelming chilliness intensified. He could feel that the stolen bone lock was no longer in proximity. He had followed its trails but were only met with this bunch of strangers.

His eerie gaze was removed from Robber Seven and placed on Shao Xuan, who was in the front. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly as if the opened shackles were about to buckle onto the target.

“A Flaming Horn?” Though it was supposed to be a question, Si’s tone had indicated his confirmation.

Si studied the other five people. Aside from Shao Xuan, the others weren’t from the Flaming Horn tribe. They were all from different backgrounds but…

Si had stared at Gan Qie the longest. The others were easy to read, including the only Flaming Horn present. They were not all that unique to Si but the most puzzling person had to be Gan Qie. With his perception, Si felt like this person should be dead. He couldn’t comprehend this, this was truly odd.