"If you had traveled all night after being attacked, I'm afraid you would have returned to the sect by now, and it would be too late!"
Qian Yong showed fear on his face. As long as the "problematic goods" were discovered by the sect, what awaited him would be the sect's most severe torture.
Fear instantly overwhelmed anger.
His eyes once again fell on the five miserable "trash" in front of him.
It's them who fail to do things well and lose everything!
If it weren't for their incompetence, how could they have ended up in such a situation?
A violent murderous intention grew crazily in his heart like poisonous weeds.
The five people who escaped seemed to have noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere, and felt the cold and biting murderous intent emanating from Qian Yong.
They raised their heads in horror and looked at Qian Yong.
I saw that the ferocious look on Qian Yong's face gradually faded away, replaced by a heart-stopping calmness.
But beneath that calmness, there seemed to be a volcano about to erupt.
"Zhi...Deacon..."
The man with the scar said in a trembling voice, a little scared.
"Shua--"
Qian Yong Before the scarred man could finish his words, his fat body showed agility that was inconsistent with his body shape.
In a blink of an eye, he had bullied nearly five people.
As the Medium Grade warrior, the powerful Internal Qi exploded, his palms glowing with a layer of khaki light, and with an aura as heavy as a mountain, he shot out boldly.
"Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!"...
There were five muffled sounds in succession, like a ripe watermelon being smashed.
Those five Ninth Grade Martial Artist had no time to react before they were severely stamped on their chests or heads by palms containing terrifying internal power.
The sound of bone cracking is clearly audible.
Their eyes suddenly bulged out, filled with extreme astonishment, fear and confusion, as if they could not believe until their death that they were not killed by the enemy, but died in the hands of their loyal "master".
Blood gushes out from the seven orifices, and the five people collapse to the ground softly, and become silent in an instant.
"The sect investigators will arrive soon, we cannot stay here for long!"
Qian Yong stood with his palms closed, his chest rising and falling slightly, looking at the five corpses on the ground that were rapidly losing their temperature, his eyes so cold that there was no trace of ripples.
He quickly turned back to the stone house, quickly opened a secret compartment, and took out a heavy package that had been prepared long ago and was not too big.
It contains the money he got from reselling the batch of Spirit Iron.
He put on an ordinary gray cloth and threw the Deacon clothes casually in the corner.
His eyes swept across the room, passing by the furnishings, calligraphy and paintings he had carefully collected, and a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes, but was immediately replaced by determination.
Nothing is more important than life!
Without leaving the front door, pretending to be still in the house, his fat figure rolled out of the window as lightly as a civet cat and landed silently.
Knowing the layout of the mine well, he easily avoided several patrolling Guard and blended into the dense forest on the edge of the mine like a ghost without attracting anyone's attention.
Looking back at the mine, he left decisively.
It was just dawn, and the towering outline of Azure Profound Mountain came into view vaguely.
After a night of hurried driving, the convoy finally arrived at the foot of the Azure Profound Sect mountain.
Fang Han The faces of the five of them all had hard-to-conceal fatigue, their robes were stained with dust and long-dried blood, and their expressions were solemn as if they had survived a disaster.
Even the packhorse pulling the cart looked a little sluggish, with a heavy breath blowing from its nostrils.
When the disciples guarding the mountain at the mountain gate saw the convoy in such a mess, especially the obvious signs of battle on the bodies of the five Fang Han, they all looked surprised.
After checking Identity Token, he was interrogated again before he was released.
The motorcade followed the familiar bluestone path and drove straight to the square where Mission Hall was located.
Mission Hall was still deserted in the early morning, with only a few disciples handing over tasks.
Fang Han The five of them stepped into the main hall and went straight to the handover counter.
Sitting behind the counter was an unsmiling Deacon, looking down at the file.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, he raised his head and glanced at the five Fang Han people. He paused for a moment, especially at their torn clothes and residual blood stains, and frowned slightly.
"Deacon, we were ordered to escort Spirit Iron Mine's supplies back to the clan. We were attacked by unknown warriors on the way. Fortunately, we managed to repulse the attacking warriors. The supplies are here. Please check and deliver them."
Fang Han took a step forward and handed over the mission voucher. His voice was slightly hoarse due to fatigue, but it was still clear.
"Under attack?"
Deacon Hearing this, a hint of obvious surprise flashed across his face, and his hand that took the voucher paused.
"How dare someone touch my Azure Profound Sect supplies in the Qingyang Prefecture territory? Can you see where they are coming from?"
While asking, he stood up and motioned for the five Fang Han to follow them and walked towards the motorcade parked outside the hall.
"There are about ten people on the other side. They are ruthless and well-trained. They are not like ordinary bandits."
Chen Ying replied through the interface, his tone solemn.
"Well trained?"
Deacon paused slightly, his eyes became more surprised, and his face became a little more serious.
He walked quickly to a carriage, stretched out his hand to carefully examine the seal with the special imprint Azure Profound Sect attached to the carriage.
The seal is intact and there are no signs of it being torn off and re-pasted.
He poured a trace of Internal Qi into his fingertips, and with a slight stroke, the seal broke.
The heavy tarpaulin was lifted up, revealing wooden boxes that were nailed tightly underneath.
He took out a knife, pried off the nails on one of the lids, and opened the lid.
However, the expected unique cyan metallic luster of Spirit Iron did not appear.
What caught my eye was a box full of ordinary, dusty rocks that can be seen everywhere!
Deacon's face instantly darkened, his eyes as sharp as knives.
He quickly pried open another box next to him, and it was still the same!
I opened three or four boxes one after another, and all they contained were stones!
"What... is going on?"
Sensing that Deacon's expression was different, the five Fang Han people quickly stepped forward to check, and saw that what was inside the box was actually boxes after boxes of stones.
Xiao Chen cried out in a low voice, with disbelief written all over his face.
Shi Yong's eyes widened, and he subconsciously took a step forward and looked into the box, the muscles on his rough face twitching.
Zhao Li's pretty face turned pale and she pursed her lips.
Fang Han's pupils also shrank slightly, his heart suddenly sank, and an ominous premonition enveloped his heart.
"Deacon, when we received the mission, the mine Qian Yong Deacon handed it over in person. The seal on the box was intact. We did not open it all the way. Non-Self and the others must not exchange it!"
Fang Han took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, faced Deacon's eyes that turned cold, and explained in a deep voice.
"Everyone, please wait where you are, and you are not allowed to leave without permission, otherwise you will be punished as fleeing due to fear of crime!"
Deacon's eyes were like lightning, and he slowly swept across the five Fang Han, and then glanced at the anxious handymen behind them.
Seeing that although the five people looked frightened, they did not show any signs of evasion, I couldn't help but feel suspicious.
After pondering for a moment, he realized that this matter was of great importance and was beyond the ability of an ordinary Deacon to handle.
He ordered coldly, then turned around and rushed towards the Law Enforcement Hall quickly.
"Da da da--"
Not long after, a burst of rapid and chaotic footsteps came.
The previous Deacon led Law Enforcement Hall, Elder, digital Deacon and many Law Enforcement Hall disciples and walked quickly.
The leader of the Law Enforcement Hall elder has a stern face and sharp eyes like an eagle. He is none other than an elder from the Law Enforcement Hall named Zhou Jin.
Zhou Jin Elder His eyes swept across the scene, and finally landed on the open boxes filled with stones, and his face suddenly became so gloomy that it could drip water.
"Everyone who participated in this mission will be kept under separate supervision and questioned one by one!"
His voice was not high, but it carried an unquestionable dignity.
Immediately, law enforcement disciples came forward and took the five Fang Han and the handymen to different rooms.
Fang Han was taken into an empty side hall with only simple tables and chairs, and the atmosphere was depressing.
Two law enforcement disciples stood at the door with expressionless faces.
"Fang Han, you need to answer the questions I ask you honestly, and you must not hide anything..."
A moment later, Zhou Jin Elder walked in personally, sat opposite Fang Han, and began to inquire in detail about every aspect including the mission reception, passing by, and the details of the attack.
"Go back to Elder, after we arrive at Spirit Iron Mine..."
Fang Han knew that this matter was related to his innocence, so he did not dare to hide anything and clearly stated the whole process.
Zhou Jin Elder listened very carefully, asking for a few key details from time to time, and always looking sharply at Fang Han.
The questioning lasted for nearly half an hour before Zhou Jin Elder signaled the recording disciple to stop writing, took a deep look at Fang Han, stood up and left without saying a word.
Subsequently, the five Fang Han were temporarily placed in a room guarded by law enforcement disciples.
There was silence in the room.
"Damn it! What's going on? The cargo we fought so hard to save turned out to be filled with rocks?!"
Shi Yong took a few steps irritably, and finally punched the wall with a dull sound.
Chen Ying stood against the wall, folding his arms, frowning, and thinking in his eyes.
Xiao Chen was sitting on a stool, holding his head in his hands, looking quite depressed.
Zhao Li was sitting quietly in the corner, twisting the corners of his clothes unconsciously with his fingertips, and the worry on his delicate face could not be concealed.
Fang Han stood by the window, looking at the restricted narrow field of vision outside the window, his eyes calm.
He sorted the whole thing out from beginning to end in his mind and spoke slowly.
"The goods were sealed when they were handed over at the mine. We did not open them all the way. The attackers had clear goals and ruthless methods. It was more like taking back these things than an ordinary robbery."
He paused and looked at the four people.
"I'm afraid that Qian Yong was the one who robbed the real Spirit Iron. He was afraid that the matter would be exposed, so he sent people to pretend to be robbers, intending to take back this batch of 'problematic goods' and destroy them halfway."
"Unexpectedly, we repelled them and instead transported this box of 'problematic goods' back to the sect safely."
Chen Ying said with a flash of light in his eyes.
"Fang Han's analysis is reasonable. This can explain why the attackers have uniform equipment and are not like ordinary bandits."
Xiao Chen suddenly realized it, and then said angrily, "This Qian Yong, what a vicious method! He is greedy, but he wants us to take the blame!"
"If I catch this bastard, I have to skin him!"
Shi Yong raised his head suddenly, anger igniting in his eyes.
Zhao Li breathed out gently and whispered, "I hope Law Enforcement Hall can find out the truth."