Silence.
A long silence.
The four intruders were tied up on the ground. Two of them trembled violently, their eyes darting desperately around. Shen Le did not even need to use his spiritual power to sense their terror;
One of them had been shot several times. Even though his wounds had been sealed and his blood vessels blocked, he was taking more breaths out than in;
Only the apparent leader remained, his eyes vicious as he spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. "You're dead—"
What?
I'm dead?
Who the hell is backing you to make you this arrogant?!
Mockery aside, Shen Le was not angry—no one got angry at defeated enemies crawling at their feet. Of course, he had no intention of interrogating them himself either.
It was not something he was good at. More precisely, he knew absolutely nothing about interrogation. He had neither the methods nor the temperament for it.
If he had been back home, he could have handed all the follow-up matters over to the authorities. But when he was alone abroad—
"Hidden Abyss!"
He called softly in his heart. Within the Ancient Residence space on his wrist, a wooden box silently opened. The silk cloth painted with phoenixes, dragons, and serpents lifted, and a dagger flew out from within:
Madam Xu Dagger shot out like lightning and hovered at Shen Le's side. Cold light flowed along its blade as an icy, pure killing intent spread through the air. In an instant, the intruders lying on the ground shuddered violently.
"I'll leave them to you."
Shen Le leaned back and folded his arms. The dagger tip swayed slightly, transmitting a cold thought:
[Separate them first?]
Ah, right. Shen Le twitched a finger, and earth and stone rose from the ground, forming shells around each intruder