Yin Blood Child

"Young Master, please wait a moment, I am coming."

It was truly that the wind and thunder were too loud, causing the maid not to hear him.

For some reason, Wu Duan let out a long sigh of relief.

Before long, the maid drifted in, lighting the small lamp on Wu Duan's desk for him.

"That will do, you may go now."

Wu Duan was feeling a bit sleepy and intended to go to bed soon; having all the lamps lit was a bit too stimulating for his mind.

After the maid left, Wu Duan was once again alone in the room. He opened several portraits, each accompanied by the name of the person depicted.

Following the clues, he peeled back the layers and pondered deeply, eventually locking his target onto one person.

"Chen Han."

He murmured the name and found the corresponding portrait.

A slightly familiar face appeared before him.

"This is..."

Wu Duan's pupils instantly constricted, his heart shaken to the core!

That's right, the person in this portrait was exactly the young man he had seen the night before last.

At this moment, Wu Duan was absolutely certain that this man was the fiend who had slaughtered over fifty thugs of the Black Mountain Gang in a single night.

Recalling that he had even told this person to his face that he would capture him, could it be that this man had already developed the intent to kill him?

"This is bad..."

He suddenly felt as if he had invited disaster upon himself. At the same time, as if sensing something, he broke into a cold sweat, his hair standing on end.

At the same time, a pair of deep, dark eyes appeared behind him.

This person was none other than Chen Han. His gaze was cold and sharp, and like a phantom, he had appeared behind Wu Duan without any warning.

He raised his hand into a fist, his internal power surging forth like a silent thunderclap.

The latter was, after all, a martial artist of the Transformation Realm, and his reactions were not slow. The moment he sensed something amiss, he had already moved.

Knowing he had no time to defend, he simply shifted his body to the side, dodging violently.

This dodge caused Chen Han's punch, aimed at his head, to strike empty air.

He immediately retreated to the next best option, launching a relentless pursuit toward other parts of the body.

Forced into a corner by such a sneak attack, Wu Duan had no choice but to block repeatedly. However, the man's offensive was truly ferocious, and he held his breath tightly, terrified that one moment of carelessness would result in him being blasted to death on the spot.

In a clash between experts, victory or defeat often hinges on a single instant.

At this moment, looking at Chen Han, he was still wearing the same black clothes and a bamboo hat with a black veil.

Behind the black veil, his gaze was murderous. His fists whistled with wind, attacking Wu Duan with a flurry of strikes every second. Every move was ruthless, striking directly at vital points like the eyes, throat, and heart.

A long defense is bound to fail. At one moment, Chen Han seized the opportunity and kicked out, his leg heavy and powerful.

The latter's pupils shrank, realizing this blow was meant to shatter his skull, and he hurriedly used both arms to block.

Hmph!

He let out a muffled groan and stumbled back several steps. Just as he was rejoicing that he had opened enough distance to call for help, Chen Han tightened the fingers of his right hand, and a silver needle with a pitch-black tip appeared.

Two Yang Finger!

The next moment, the silver needle shot toward Wu Duan with astonishing speed, piercing through his body in an instant.

It was like a flash of cold light that vanished as quickly as it appeared!

Wu Duan suddenly felt a chill in a spot on his chest, as if splashed by raindrops, but it vanished in a blink.

Immediately, he felt a sense of impending doom. He tore off his clothes, and sure enough, a terrifying patch of black was spreading at an alarming rate, while an inexplicable sense of weakness rose from within.

Without a doubt, this was a deadly poison!

Wu Duan's heart trembled violently, and he immediately withdrew his internal energy, doing his utmost to slow the circulation of his blood.

"Good man, I was only taking money to do a job. Spare me, and I will find a lowly commoner to be a scapegoat so you can escape."

"Sorry, you know too much..."

Chen Han remained unmoved, his hands ruthless as he continued to blast toward Wu Duan.

"Good man! Let's discuss—"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was beaten to death by Chen Han's wild flurry of punches.

"If I don't kill you, I will die. So, it is better for you to die. Although you didn't provoke me, your mistake was daring to meddle in everything..."

"Big Brother, it's time to take your medicine."

Just then, the door opened. A pretty little maid walked in carrying a bowl of medicinal soup, her eyes fixed on the bowl, her movements cautious.

Chen Han had long since sensed her. The moment the little maid stepped through the door, he struck her with a hand-blade, knocking her unconscious. Her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed backward into a puddle of water.

At this moment, the thunderstorm had arrived, and the water had already submerged the soles of his shoes.

Chen Han felt a pang of sympathy, so he grabbed the little maidservant and laid her down inside the room.

If he left this young girl outside, she would likely freeze to death by nightfall, or if someone found her, she might fall deathly ill and perish by the next day.

Chen Han did not consider himself a good person, but he was not the heinous arch-fiend the Black Mountain Gang made him out to be.

No matter how many people from the Black Mountain Gang died, he would applaud it behind the scenes, but if an innocent commoner died, he could only offer his condolences.

Chen Han approached Wu Duan, searched him and the room thoroughly, and then hoisted him up; he certainly wouldn't leave a corpse behind, especially one that had been poisoned.

He knew that the more clues he left, the more dangerous it became.

The best method was to burn it to ashes or toss it into the river to feed the fish.

Just as he lifted Wu Duan, he noticed two bloody characters written on the floor where the man had been lying: his own name, Chen Han.

The character "Han" had many strokes, so the man had been killed by Chen Han before he could finish writing it in secret.

It's a good thing I was cautious, otherwise I really would have been backstabbed by this dead ghost.

Chen Han muttered to himself, a scheme forming in his mind as he wiped away the original characters and wrote "Zhao Family" instead.

Whether or not they knew it was the powerful Zhao Family in the city didn't matter; as long as they were left guessing, it would be better if the two sides turned against each other like dogs biting dogs.

Thinking this, Chen Han vanished into the night, carrying Wu Duan's corpse.

The next morning.

"What! He was killed!"

Yin Blood Child of the Black Mountain Gang, along with Old Man Xiang and the other high-ranking members who had spent a fortune to hire Wu Duan to investigate Chen Han's identity...

Upon hearing the servant's report, the muscles on his greasy, pockmarked face twitched violently. His neck was layered like slabs of fatty pork, and his eyes burned with such rage they seemed ready to spew fire.

"Master Yin, this guy comes and goes without a trace, leaving no flaws in his strikes. Even the renowned Wu Duan couldn't take him down. If we keep investigating, I fear more trouble will arise."

The servant analyzed the situation for Yin Blood Child, not forgetting to urge him to let it go.

He was just a runner trying to earn a living; with a fiend specifically targeting the Black Mountain Gang, how could he not be afraid?

If this fat pig who did nothing but eat ordered him to investigate, he would be in deep trouble.

"This person is indeed difficult to deal with, but I must provide an explanation to the Gang Leader. Very well, this matter is yours; you go and investigate."

"M-m-master, I am merely a scholar; I am not skilled in martial arts."

The servant cursed the fat man's ancestors in his heart; he couldn't believe he was actually being handed this hot potato.

"A scholar is fine; scholars can read. You go, take two brothers at the Mingjin stage with you. If I don't hear a single sound from you within seven days, you can wait to be fed to the dogs!"

"Master, this, this..."

Hmm?

Yin Blood Child, fat as a small mountain, glared at him viciously, scaring the servant into swallowing his complaints.

"Yes, I will follow your orders, Master."

In the end, he had no choice but to accept the task.