Volume 1 Chapter 109: The Tragic Fatty

  "Hmm, hmm, hmm..."

  Qin Hao's soul was still unsettled, he found a place to lean against and panted heavily.

  Old wounds have not healed, and new ones are added. He feels he is also unlucky.

  "Cough, cough." Qin Hao pressed his chest and coughed heavily several times. He didn't dare to let his guard down, his ears tightly listening to the movements outside the cave entrance, until he was sure that the faint footsteps had gone far away, then he quickly sat down.

  That little girl just now, her strength is absolutely much stronger than Xu Tong and Xu Ying, she can defeat him with one move, causing his protective Xuan Qi to disperse, without any resistance. So far, he has only encountered this once, that time was - Dark Abyss Wolf.

  "It's fortunate that Hunter Alliance doesn't know what's going on and reacted so slowly this time?"

  Qin Hao felt a little relieved, if the Hunting Alliance found this place at this time, he really had no other way but to fight desperately.

  Qin Hao took out dozens of Rejuvenation Arrays, crushed them open, and used the gentle energy to recover from his injuries.

  It seems he will spend the next few days in this cave...

  "Didn't you say that sending out these two would be enough to catch Tian Lang?"

  In the midst of the hunt, an old man with a hunched back walked back and forth in the hall, his hands clasped behind him. Every step he took was like a hammer blow to Ren Qiang's chest, making him tremble uncontrollably.

  "Wooden elder, it's really unexpected. Originally, the remaining dozens of disciples were concentrated outside the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts, and as soon as they received news, they would immediately enter the valley and search with all their might. When the Blood-colored Command Arrow exploded, I was about to lead them into the valley... who knew..."

  Ren Qiang paused for a moment, glancing over the two corpses covered with white cloth on the ground in front of him. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if his last trump card had been destroyed. From then on, he no longer had anyone he could truly rely on.

  At this moment, there was a raging flame burning in his heart, hatred for Qin Hao and resentment towards Mu Zhanglao.

  If it weren't for that grandson of yours getting mixed up with that jinx, how would the Blackstone City branch be in such a predicament today? And how would my subordinates be in such a state?

  However, he harbored resentment in his heart and could only grit his teeth, putting on an extremely respectful facade in front of the old man.

  Ren Jiang clenched his fists tightly, and his whole body trembled with rage and fear.

  "Who would have known that at that time, someone would suddenly attack us and drag our footsteps down."

  "Alright, very well." Mu Zhang's face was covered with a layer of frost: "Who else dares to attack us? Who is the other party?"

  "There's only one person on the other side." Ren Qiang mustered up his courage and said this sentence.

  "Only one person?" Mu Zhang's gaze condensed.

  "That's right." Ren Qiang gritted his teeth and took a deep breath before continuing: "It was the other person who made it onto the wanted list last month."

  Stillness, eerie silence...

  The old man's footsteps stopped, standing there twirling his whiskers, his face clouded with uncertainty, the candle flame on one side flickered, occasionally bursting into a few sparks, which made the face full of wrinkles even more ominous...

  After a while...

  "Take me to see him."

  "Yes, yes..." Ren Qiang hastily walked ahead, turning a corner and heading towards the location of the Hunter's Guild on the lower level.

  The old wooden man was silent, following behind him with an uncertain gaze, seemingly lost in thought. This even made the person in charge feel a chill run down his spine.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Footsteps echoed softly in the corridor, one after another, oppressing him so much that he almost couldn't breathe.

  It wasn't until he went downstairs that he remained calm and composed, took a deep breath, and when his hand touched his forehead, he found that it had become cold and wet at some point.

  Ouch!

  Ren Qiang pushed open a worn-out subway door and quickly walked in. Inside the iron gate was a damp, cold, dark stone room where the Hunting Alliance imprisoned people.

  The old man slowly advanced, his sharp eyes scanning the stone room like a leopard searching for prey, before finally settling on a stout figure bound tightly to a wooden frame.

  At this time, the fat man's skin was cracked and his flesh was bursting, and it could be said that not a single piece of good meat could be found. His face was also swollen and black, looking extremely ugly. However, from the fat man's eyes and the movement at the corner of his mouth, one could vaguely guess that he was smiling, but what he was smiling about, Mu Zhang couldn't guess.

  "Hum! Is this the guy who made you guys so embarrassed last time, not even sending out 800 people to deal with him?" Mu Zhang Lao looked at Fatso with disdain, pointing at him and asked calmly.

  "This little guy, his skills are quite formidable." Ren Qiang stammered: "Also good at hiding, it's really hard to find him. But this time he took the initiative to attack, I was on the scene at that time, and I caught him right away. If I wasn't there, he almost escaped."

  "Hmm." Mu Zhanglao paced back and forth beside Pangzi, his gloomy eyes fixed intently on the latter, who still wore an expression of fearlessness in this situation.

  Bang!

  The old man suddenly threw a very casual punch, hitting the fat man's chest. The fat man's face turned red, his chest heaved, and a mouthful of blood was about to spurt out. The old man moved as fast as lightning, spreading his five fingers, changing his fist into a claw, pinching the fat man's mouth, forcing him to swallow that mouthful of blood back down.

  "There's nothing special about it." Mu Zhang shook his head and turned to leave: "A cultivator of the Lingxuan Second Realm, killing him is just that."

  "Wait, Old Master Mu." Ren Qiang stretched out his hand and said hastily, "This person may have some connection with Tian Lang."

  "Hmm?" The old man stopped in his tracks, raising an eyebrow.

  "He's usually good at hiding and never shows his face, but when the blood-colored arrow was fired, just as we were about to enter the valley, he suddenly appeared and launched a surprise attack. There must be something strange going on here."

  Moreover. Ren Qiang took out a drawing paper from his bosom and carefully handed it to the old man: "This map was found on him."

  The old man's eyes sparkled as he took it, his gaze fixed tightly on the drawing. What was drawn on it was precisely the wanted poster from the Hunter's Alliance, with a portrait of a person - none other than Qin Hao himself.

  The old man in the wooden row looked at it for a long time, threw the painting paper to one side, stood in front of the fat man, and said with a gloomy smile: "What is the relationship between you and the person in the picture?"

  "What's the relationship?" The fat man looked embarrassed, but his tone was extremely calm: "Recently I've been poor, thinking of collecting some rewards, and I took a liking to him. What's wrong with that?"

  "You've caught him, who else are you going to claim the reward from?" Mu Zhanglao's gaze sank: "Don't forget, you yourself are also a wanted person."

  "This is none of your business, I'm happy with it." The fatty had a look of disdain on his face, and said with a smirk: "I'll capture him, then capture myself, can't I get two rewards?"

  Bang!

  Another punch, under intense anger, Mu Zhang's this punch already carried a few points of power.

  Pangzi's face suddenly turned pale, with blood constantly oozing out from the corners of his mouth, but his expression remained unchanged, without even a hint of change. In his eyes, there was an added hint of provocation.

  The old wooden man was furious and was about to strike again, letting the fatty suffer a bit more when Ren Qiang's words stopped him.

  "Wooden elder, useless." Ren Qiang shook his head, with a hint of subtle helplessness in his tone.

  The old man nodded and motioned for Ren Qiang to continue speaking.

  "Today has been a whole day, dozens of disciples have all taken turns to go up, but none of them have heard him say anything." Ren Qiang sighed: "This guy's mouth is even harder than that skin by several points."

  The old man's face sank, and after a moment, he regained his composure. He squeezed out a gloomy smile: "I'd like to see if there really is someone in this world who is that stubborn."

  He turned to the fatty, sneering: "I don't care what relationship you have with that person, as long as you tell me where he's from and which family he belongs to, I will naturally reward you handsomely."

  "What good things can you, an old man, bring out?" The fatty spat out a mouthful of blood foam and said impatiently: "You really think you're the boss here? The one in charge is over there."

  The fat man said, and nodded his head towards Zhang Yong.

  The old wooden man was annoyed. Anyone could see that whoever was right here. From just now, Ren Qiang had been very respectful to him, and this fat man would not be able to see through it, but he insisted on pretending to be crazy and stupid, so he didn't have anything good to say.

  The old man's face quickly returned to normal, and he continued: "I can let you strike your name off the wanted list. From then on, no one from the Hunter's Alliance will lay a hand on you again, unless you provoke us once more."

  "What kind of compensation is this? I'll be hunted down because of the two of you, and now you're using this to show favor, do you think I'm stupid?"

  "A million gold coins." Mu Zhang Lao's face was calm and he tried his best to ignore the fatty's arrogant tone.

  "What role does gold coins play for a high-level martial artist?"

  "Extreme Intermediate Martial Arts Skill Sheet."

  "Extreme Middle Grade Martial Skill, what the... huh?" The fatty's eyes were wide with wonder, his mouth agape, and his face full of incredulity as he said: "Extreme Middle Grade Martial Skill, you're not kidding me, are you?"

  "Wood Elder, how can you......" Ren Qiang shouted out in a state of anxiety. Extreme stage middle-grade martial skills, that's something even many small and medium-sized sects don't have.

  He knew that the old man had a grasp on it, but even he couldn't easily invoke it without permission.

  The old wooden man swept a glance, just this one glance, and Ren Qiang shut his mouth. The green light in those eyes flickered constantly, extremely obvious, he knew that if he continued to speak, perhaps he would become the first person to be killed.

  Ren Jiang closed his eyes and retreated. He made up his mind not to care about this matter anymore.

  "Does the old man need to deceive you?" Mu Zhanglao turned his head, his eyes staring intensely at Pangsuo. In his heart, he sneered repeatedly, intimidation was ineffective, and temptation might not work either, but there must be a way to make him speak, no matter how tough he was.

  Pangzi's face changed, his face was confused, and he muttered: "Extreme intermediate martial skills? Is it said or not?"

  "The identity of Guest Elder." Mu Changlao smiled and said, "From now on, the disciples of the Hunting Alliance's branch will all have to pay their respects to you when they see you."

  Chubby's face changed again, and the identity of the guest king would represent that from now on, in any place with a Hunting Alliance branch, he could walk freely and conveniently. These conditions were truly tempting!

  "Whether you accept it or not, it's up to you." The old man said, changing his tone suddenly and sinking down again: "I've accepted. Identity, wealth, martial skills - I promised them to you and I won't go back on my word. Otherwise, there's only death. You're tough-talking, but I don't believe you're truly not afraid of death."

  "Heaven and hell, you choose."

  The fat man's complexion changed rapidly, and his eyes were also flashing continuously. The two men's eyes met for a long time, and neither of them spoke.

  For a long time...

  He sighed and smiled bitterly: "Old fellow, you win. What you said is right, only a fool would want to die when he can live... Fat Master is afraid of death, very much so..."

  The old wooden smiled, softly like a thick and long elder, he patted the shoulder of the fatty, as if an elder in the family was reminding his younger generation: "Very clever, if you do well in the future, I guarantee that your status in the Hunting Alliance will not be low."

  The tone is very sincere and can't hear a bit of hypocrisy.

  The fat man laughed so hard that his eyes were no longer visible. He shouted at Ren Qiang, "Look, you're really incompetent, hurry up and untie me!"

  Ren Qiang's face turned bright red, the veins on his neck bulging out, as a leading figure, he was being scolded by Mu Zhanglao, and in his heart, he had long been furious, now this ignorant little brat also dared to jump onto his head?

  Just as he was about to shout out in anger, Old Master Mu's low and calm voice floated over: "Do as he says."

  "Old Wooden...!" Ren Qiang was as if struck by lightning.

  "Hmm?" Mu Zhang's eyebrows rose, his tone impatient.

  "Yes." Ren Jiang's heart skipped a beat. He nodded heavily and walked to the front of the fat man, gritting his teeth as he untied the ropes on him. While untying, he also had to listen to the fat man muttering things like "doesn't know how to be human" "has bad eyesight" and so on.

  With great difficulty, the rope was finally untied and thrown to one side, its blood-stained hemp fibers glistening in the light. Ren Jiang's face looked unpleasant as he stood silently by, treating Pangzi as if he were invisible.

  "The old man is indeed a kind and gentle elder." The fatty twisted his stiff neck, moved his hands and feet, and immediately walked in front of the old man, warmly shaking his hand with a flattering expression.

  The old man glanced at him and saw that his hands were still stained with blood, which made him uncomfortable. He forced a smile and said, "You can speak now..."

  As they spoke, he was about to quietly withdraw his hand without making a sound, but Baozi's hand was grasping it like an iron hoop. Just as Mu Zhanglao was thinking of using force to pull it back, he looked up at Baozi's face and found that the silly-looking face was now grinning in a terrifying manner.

  Boom!

  The two hands clasped together, and a loud explosion sounded. A dark energy shot up the old man's arm, causing the sleeve to puff out at the elbow.

  Then, the ring on Fatso's hand flashed with light, and a long knife appeared in his other hand. Fatso let out a sinister laugh, raised the knife, and stabbed it viciously towards the old man's chest.

  All of this happened in a flash, and even Ren Qiang, who was standing beside him, couldn't react in time.

  When he came to himself and rushed forward in a hurry, he found that the cold light gleaming long knife had already been grasped by the old man.

  The old man's movements were even faster, and although he was unprepared, in an instant he had dissipated the dark energy and snatched the knife away.

  "You overestimate yourself." Mu Zhanglao snorted, his sleeve fluttering as he struck the fat man's chest.

  Bang!

  The fatty flew out with his whole body and was embedded in the wall, stirring up a cloud of dust. His face turned deathly pale, and fresh blood flowed straight down along his lower jaw.

  Zhen Xuan's strength was so powerful that if the old man hadn't held back, this one palm would have been enough to finish off the fatty.

  "This is your last chance. Speak or not." The old man threw down his knife, his face cold and hard: "Now you've spoken, the conditions are still unchanged. But if you think of playing any more tricks... my temper isn't that good."

  If it weren't for avenging his grandson, and extracting information from Fatso, with his temper, he would have made Fatso's life unbearable long ago. Would he still be speaking to him so politely?

  "You don't know, do you, old ghost?" The fatty's body was stuck in the wall, unable to move. He kept coughing up blood: "Fatty is afraid of death, but even more afraid of being beaten by my family's old man. Some things, I won't sell, no matter how much you offer."

  "Alright, alright." Mu Zhanglao clapped his hands twice and sneered: "Ren Qiang, spread the news to let the warriors in Heishi City know that the person who opposed the Hunting Alliance for a month has been caught, and will be executed ten days later."

  Ren Qiang's heart moved slightly, and he suddenly understood the old man's idea. He asked doubtfully: "What if that person doesn't show up?"

  "Hmph... That's nothing, this fatty has been playing with the Hunting Alliance for so long, now it's time for him to pay the price." Mu Zhang Lao squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Let people know, if you dare to provoke the Hunting Alliance, you must have the strength to face the consequences."

  "Yes." Ren Qiang stood up straight and replied respectfully.

  The old wooden man swung his sleeve robe fiercely and strode out of the room.

  "Old man, I have something to say to you." The fatty suddenly stopped him.

  The old wooden man stopped and said coldly, "Speak up, but it's too late to beg for mercy now." He had made up his mind not to give this fat man another chance.

  "Not." The fat man's face turned bright red, as if he was holding something back. After a moment, he couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Your face is really fucking hilarious, haha... ha... *cough*... just like a chameleon flower that changes color."

  Mu Zhang's face changed greatly. Ren Qiang's heart skipped a beat, his eyes scanned Mu Zhang, and suddenly felt that what Fatso said was also somewhat insightful...