Han Su Sets a Trap? Su Chen Flips the Table

As soon as that voice outside the door fell.

The air in the room seemed to sink along with it.

Lu Ming was still kneeling on the ground, his face as pale as paper.

The other Deacon covered his nose, blood streaming down through his fingers, not daring to even draw a full breath.

Xiao Wu stepped on his shoulder and looked back at Su Chen.

"This old thing arrived quite conveniently."

Su Chen didn't rush to answer.

His gaze swept over the hidden compartment.

It was empty inside.

The most crucial item had already been taken away in advance.

Han Su arriving so precisely wasn't a coincidence; it was a trap.

Waiting for them to barge in.

Waiting for them to see these two men.

And then, conveniently pinning the crime on them.

Outside the door, Han Su's voice rang out again.

"Your Highness Holy Son, if the people inside are injured, it won't be easy to settle this."

Xiao Wu laughed.

"He really knows how to put on an act."

"When it's clearly his own men."

Upon hearing this, Lu Ming's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

Su Chen looked down at him.

"Do you want to live, or do you want to die for him?"

Lu Ming's lips trembled, and sweat dripped from his forehead, hitting the floor drop by drop.

He wanted to speak.

But the oppressive threat from outside the door was too heavy.

Han Su was blocking the exit right now.

If he said even half a word wrong, he wouldn't make it out of the Suotuo Branch Hall tonight.

Su Chen watched him for two seconds, then suddenly smiled.

"Not talking?"

Lu Ming buried his head even lower.

"I... I don't know anything."

"Fine."

Su Chen raised his hand and hauled him straight up from the ground.

Lu Ming was completely stunned, his feet dangling off the ground like a chicken held by the neck.

Xiao Wu's eyes lit up.

"That's a nice pose."

"Dragging him out like this later will be quite the spectacle."

Su Chen tilted his head to look at her.

"You take the other one."

Xiao Wu was immediately delighted.

"Sure."

With a flick of her foot, she kicked the bleeding Deacon over, grabbed him by the back of his collar, and hauled him up.

The Deacon hissed in pain, his legs turning to jelly.

"Don't, don't hit me anymore..."

"We've barely started."

Xiao Wu hoisted him up like a sack, giving him a casual shake.

"You're much lighter than Zhou Ling."

The Deacon's face turned green.

Su Chen dragged Lu Ming toward the exit, stopping for a moment when he reached the door.

He didn't rush to open it.

Instead, he lowered his head to glance at the scattered ledgers and wooden crates on the floor.

Then he raised his foot and gave the overturned crate a light kick.

Bang.

The crate flipped over.

A false bottom was revealed inside.

The panel wasn't locked tight, and the impact of the kick jarred it open a crack.

Xiao Wu spotted it immediately.

"There's a hidden compartment?"

Su Chen gave a hum of affirmation.

"He packed the crate too quickly and didn't press it flat."

Xiao Wu freed one hand and flipped the panel open directly.

Inside were no ledgers.

There was a very small Black Seal, along with two blank transfer orders already partially stamped.

If Shen Zhi were here, his face would surely have changed on the spot.

This wasn't just stealing ledgers.

This was forging external transfer orders.

Xiao Wu also realized that these items were illicit.

"This is getting interesting."

"It seems Han Su isn't just trying to steal accounts."

Su Chen looked at the Black Seal, a hint of coldness finally surfacing in his eyes.

"His appetite is quite large."

Outside the door, Han Su seemed to be losing his patience.

"Your Highness Holy Son."

"If you don't come out now, I shall have my men enter."

"Enter."

Su Chen finally spoke.

"I was just wondering how you intended to play this out."

As the words fell.

He raised his foot and kicked.

The door was kicked wide open.

With a loud bang, it slammed against the wall.

The people standing outside clearly hadn't expected the door to open like that; the two guards at the front instinctively took half a step back.

Han Su stood in the center, his gray-gold robes immaculate, the faint fake smile still hanging on his face.

But the next second, his smile faltered.

Because Su Chen was dragging Lu Ming by the collar.

Xiao Wu was dragging another Deacon.

Both men looked like dead dogs, their faces as ghastly as could be.

Furthermore, in Xiao Wu's other hand, she was pinching that Black Seal.

Han Su's pupils constricted slightly.

The moment was brief.

But Su Chen saw it clearly.

As expected.

He recognized this object.

The scene fell silent for a heartbeat.

Han Su spoke first.

"Your Highness Holy Son, trespassing into the restricted internal affairs area of the Branch Hall and holding the Chief Deacon of Accounts and a Branch Hall Deacon hostage—don't you think this requires an explanation?"

Xiao Wu nearly laughed out loud.

"You really are skilled at shifting the blame."

Han Su ignored her, his gaze locked solely on Su Chen.

"No matter the state of the Suotuo Branch Hall, it is not for an outsider to trespass into the Secret Treasury Rear Warehouse."

"An outsider?"

Su Chen tossed Lu Ming forward.

Thud.

Lu Ming's knees slammed into the ground, and he let out a miserable shriek on the spot.

Su Chen adjusted his cuffs in a slow, unhurried manner.

"Someone holding a secondary Pope Token, invited into the banquet hall by you lot, is called an outsider?"

"Then the hospitality of your Suotuo Branch Hall is truly novel."

The eyes of several guards on the sidelines flickered.

Han Su's expression remained unchanged.

"Even so, you trespassed—"

"Shut your mouth."

Xiao Wu threw the Deacon she was holding forward as well.

"You arrived so quickly, isn't it just because you were waiting to pin a crime on us?"

"What a pity, the hat didn't fit, but we managed to catch two rats instead."

Han Su's gaze turned cold.

"Little girl, you need evidence to speak like that."

"Evidence?"

Xiao Wu held up the Black Seal directly.

"Look at what this is."

Han Su's pupils constricted slightly, though he quickly suppressed it.

"A seal, what could that possibly prove?"

"It proves that your Suotuo Branch Hall really knows how to play."

Su Chen took the Black Seal and spun it around his fingertips.

"Forging transfer orders, tampering with accounts, and manipulating the external personnel registry."

"Vice Hall Master Han."

"Are you emptying out the branch hall, or are you paving the way for someone?"

As soon as these words fell.

The atmosphere in the corridor tightened to the breaking point.

The complexions of the several Deacons behind Han Su all shifted.

Even the two guards instinctively tightened their grips on their sword hilts.

Han Su stared at Su Chen, the mask in his eyes finally cracking bit by bit.

"Your Highness the Holy Son, one cannot speak recklessly."

"Reckless?"

Su Chen raised his foot and stepped onto Lu Ming's back.

Lu Ming let out a muffled groan, his entire face pressed nearly flat against the floor.

"Then let him speak."

Han Su's gaze instantly bore down on Lu Ming.

That look was no longer a warning.

It was a death sentence.

Lu Ming trembled all over, his teeth chattering.

Xiao Wu grew annoyed, squatting down to grab him by the hair and jerking his head up.

"Where are you looking?"

"Look at me."

"If you don't speak today, you're dead."

"If you do speak, there might just be a way out."

Tears were practically streaming from Lu Ming's eyes.

"I... I..."

He had just started to speak.

A very light sound of footsteps suddenly drifted from the other end of the corridor.

Unrushed.

Not chaotic.

Her moon-white dress brushed against the floor, the string of silver keys at her waist clinking softly.

Xu Tinglan had arrived.

She had not come alone.

Behind her followed two female Deacons dressed in the dark-patterned robes of the Internal Affairs Department.

She walked closer, not even glancing at Han Su, and handed a thin ledger to Su Chen first.

"The things you would have been half a step too late to secure, I have here."

Han Su's expression finally changed.

"Xu Tinglan!"

"Why shout so loudly?"

Xu Tinglan turned to look at him, her voice remaining light.

"Are you afraid I'll spill the accounts of how you've embezzled branch funds over the last three months, forged transit seals, and provided passage for the Black Market?"

Han Su's hands, hidden beneath his sleeves, clenched tightly.

"You're courting death."

As those three words left his lips, the scalps of every guard in the corridor tightened.

Xiao Wu was actually amused.

"It's over."

"He's panicked."

"He's truly panicked now."

Su Chen flipped open the ledger, scanned two pages, and his eyes grew cold and heavy.

The accounts were recorded in meticulous detail.

Names, amounts, seal counts, and the flow of funds.

There were even traces of the alterations Lu Ming had made after each transaction.

This was no longer suspicion.

This was ironclad proof.

Su Chen closed the ledger and raised his eyes to look at Han Su.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

Han Su stared at the ledger, the muscles in his face twitching slightly.

Then, he actually laughed.

It was a sinister laugh.

And a cold one.

"Your Highness Holy Son, do you really think that just because you have that ledger, you can do anything to me?"

"This is Suotuo City."

"It is not Martial Soul City."

"Tonight, in this corridor, what is seen and what is not seen is for me to decide."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wu's eyes lit up.

"Oh?"

"Finally done pretending?"

Han Su ignored her.

He slowly raised his hand.

The guards behind him stepped forward in unison.

The corridor was already narrow, and with this movement, their blades were practically pressing into the light.

The two female Deacons behind Xu Tinglan turned pale.

But Xu Tinglan did not retreat.

She simply unhooked the string of silver keys from her waist and handed them to Su Chen.

"The Secret Vault Master Key."

"If you truly intend to break with him tonight, you will need this."

Su Chen took the keys, his fingertips brushing against the cold silver edges, and smiled.

"Good."

Xiao Wu rolled up her sleeves and stepped even closer to Su Chen's side.

"Want to fight?"

"Then I'll pick one to throw first."

Han Su stared at the two of them, his voice sinking completely.

"Take them down."

As soon as those two words fell.

The two guards at the very front had just rushed forward.

Su Chen moved.

He didn't activate his Martial Soul.

He didn't reveal his Spirit Rings.

He simply lifted his foot and took a step forward.

Bang.

The floor of the corridor shook along with the impact.

The guard charging in the lead felt as if his chest had collided with a wall; before he could even raise his blade, he was sent flying backward by the shock, knocking over two men behind him.

Xiao Wu was even more direct.

She had been holding her breath for a while now.

Her figure flashed, and she was already pressed into the chest of the guard on the right.

Lowering her shoulder, twisting her waist, and tripping his leg.

The sequence of movements was so fast it looked like it had been choreographed in advance.

The man's vision flipped just as he raised his blade.

Boom.

He was thrown from one end of the corridor to the other, his back slamming into the wall, his entire face turning pale.

"Next!"

Xiao Wu's eyes shone, growing more spirited the more she fought.

At this moment, she truly had the air of the number one female partner beside a tomato-protagonist.

Ruthless, and with a sharp tongue to boot.

Han Su's face turned black as coal.

He hadn't expected Su Chen to actually dare to strike inside the branch hall.

Even less did he expect that Xiao Wu, who had just finished a fight, could still be this capable.

Su Chen was already stepping forward, closing the distance.

The corridor was not long.

Yet with every step he took, the pressure made it hard for people to even catch their breath.

"Han Su."

"You were right just now."

"This is Suotuo City."

"So tonight, I will handle this matter in Suotuo City clearly and thoroughly."

Han Su finally stopped standing still.

His sleeves shook, his spirit power exploded outward, and the hem of his gray-gold robe billowed.

"You're courting death!"

The moment he moved, his spirit pressure immediately spread out.

At least above five rings.

Xiao Wu's expression changed.

She truly couldn't withstand direct pressure of this level right now.

But before she could step forward to block, Su Chen had already raised his hand, pulling her behind him.

The movement wasn't heavy.

But it was steady.

Xiao Wu's back bumped against his arm, and her heart skipped a beat.

"You—"

"Stand behind."

Su Chen's voice was low.

Xiao Wu bit her lip, but in the end, she didn't try to be a hero.

Han Su had already made his move.

With a flip of his right palm, he struck directly at Su Chen's chest.

The palm wind was chillingly cold; it was clear he was holding nothing back.

Su Chen watched that hand and uttered only two words.

"Are you worthy?"

The next second.

A flash of golden light.

The Judgment Holy Sword was unsheathed.