You Had a Gun and Didn't Use It? You Deserved to Die!

Uncle Qing could hardly believe his eyes.

A fight to the death had ended so quickly.

And with this outcome, no less!

Looking at the corpse on the floor, Uncle Qing snapped out of his daze and hurried forward.

"Yu, you..."

He had barely started speaking when he jerked backward. The short blade in Yu Bu'e's hand swept past his face, nearly slitting his throat.

Meeting Yu Bu'e's bloodshot eyes, he swallowed and held his hands in front of him.

"Yu, I'm not a bad guy!"

He could understand the state the boy was in.

After all, he was a high school student who had just survived a life-or-death struggle and killed his attacker...

It was only natural for him to lose control of his emotions and fly into a frenzy.

As Uncle Qing soothed him, the redness faded from Yu Bu'e's eyes, and a measure of clarity returned.

"You're... Luo's driver?"

Uncle Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness the kid had a decent memory.

"That's right... don't get worked up. It's over. I'm here, and you're safe!"

As he spoke, Uncle Qing's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID, and his scalp prickled.

After a moment's hesitation, he answered.

"Young miss..."

"How's Yu Bu'e?"

"Well... an assassin came, but he's dead now."

Luo Feixuan's heart tightened on the other end of the line. She hadn't expected her guess to be right.

"What about Yu Bu'e? How is he?"

"He..." Uncle Qing glanced at Yu Bu'e. As if all his strength had suddenly drained away, the boy slumped onto the floor, gasping for breath, his eyes dull and his face bloodless.

"He's all right. He's hurt, but it isn't too serious," Uncle Qing said quietly.

On the other end of the line, Luo Feixuan relaxed a little.

"Understood. Thank you for your help. I'll be there soon."

Uncle Qing was about to speak, but she had already hung up.

He felt a little embarrassed.

His help?

He didn't seem to have helped at all. Instead, he'd kicked down Yu Bu'e's door for no reason.

That was rather embarrassing...

He waited a while before approaching.

"Yu, it's over. The young miss will be here soon."

Yu Bu'e turned to look at him and nodded.

He stood up, went into the bathroom, washed the blood off his hands, and splashed cold water on his face.

By the time he came out, his head was much clearer.

Seeing Uncle Qing, understanding dawned in his eyes.

He had been wondering why Luo Feixuan had suddenly changed cars and drivers.

Now that he thought about it, her original driver had apparently been assigned to protect him.

He poured a glass of water and handed it to Uncle Qing, then walked over to the corpse.

Crouching down, he pried open the man's fingers, picked up the piece of Green Jade, and held it up to the light.

Its size and thickness were about the same as a metal lighter.

Blood stained its surface, making it sticky in his hand. A lifelike bird was engraved on one side, with two tiny characters in the upper-right corner.

"White-eye?"

He turned the Green Jade over. The other side was engraved with strange runes, arranged haphazardly yet concealing an indescribable sense of "order."

Uncle Qing approached with his cup, and his expression changed the moment he saw the Green Jade in Yu Bu'e's hand.

"Is this... the Shadowfeather Pavilion?"

"Hm?" Yu Bu'e turned to look at him.

Uncle Qing reached out, took the Green Jade from Yu Bu'e, and walked over to the table.

He pressed his thumb against the design on its surface and pushed upward. The Green Jade clicked crisply, then projected a green circle of light downward.

A silver handgun, a magazine, and two boxes of ammunition abruptly appeared within the circle.

Yu Bu'e's eyes widened. He hurried over and picked up the gun from the table. It felt heavy in his hand.

"This guy... had a gun?"

He removed the magazine from the gun and found it fully loaded. He flicked the safety, then switched it back. Looking over his shoulder at the corpse, he couldn't help shaking his head.

"He had a gun and didn't use it. Who deserved to die if not him?"

Uncle Qing chuckled. "He probably didn't want to make too much noise and cause unnecessary trouble. The Shadowfeather Pavilion is a special organization. They've always been cautious.

"Besides... ahem, he probably underestimated you."

He put it tactfully, but Yu Bu'e didn't mind. He smiled. "He figured he didn't need a gun to kill me!"

Despite his casual tone, he still felt a lingering fear.

What if, when he'd opened the door earlier, he'd been greeted by a bullet aimed straight at his face?

Could he really have dodged it?

He had practically brushed shoulders with death!

When Yu Bu'e picked up the other magazine, he noticed that its bullets were different.

For one thing, they were an unusual deep blue and very heavy, with tiny runes on their tips.

"Are these... Kindling Bullets?!" he blurted out.

Uncle Qing took a look and nodded. "They certainly are."

He wasn't surprised by them. It wasn't as though he'd never seen them before.

Kindling Bullets, as their name suggested, were bullets made using "kindling," capable of effectively damaging demons.

But the scarcity of the "kindling" element, coupled with the fact that Kindling Bullets couldn't be reused, meant they were rare and expensive.

It made sense for an assassin from the Shadowfeather Pavilion to carry some.

Seeing Yu Bu'e's eyes light up, Uncle Qing chuckled and explained how to use the Green Jade.

Following his instructions, Yu Bu'e placed the gun and ammunition back in the circle of light projected onto the table, then used his thumb to slide the upper section of the Green Jade back into place.

The circle of light vanished, taking the firearms on the table with it.

"This... is practically a storage space!" Yu Bu'e marveled.

"This jade token also serves as proof of membership in the Shadowfeather Pavilion. It was made jointly by a Formation Master and an Artifact Refiner, and it's quite valuable."

Uncle Qing continued explaining, "Calling it a storage space is a bit of an exaggeration. After all, the token can't hold much, and whatever you put inside has to be metal."

Yu Bu'e understood. No wonder the ammunition boxes had all been metal.

And the table, which had also been covered by the circle of light, remained perfectly intact.

Then he took out the Evil-Slayer short blade and, following Uncle Qing's instructions, stored it inside the Green Jade as well.

Uncle Qing looked a little surprised.

"You have a kindling blade, too?"

"Yeah..." Yu Bu'e nodded.

Just as Uncle Qing had said, Evil-Slayer could be stored inside the Green Jade, but its sheath remained on the table.

"Yu, make sure you keep this safe. It'll give you another way to defend yourself," Uncle Qing reminded him.

"Huh? I... get to keep it?"

"Of course. It's your spoils in the first place. Don't tell me you were going to let me have it instead?" Uncle Qing joked.

Yu Bu'e chuckled. Holding that gun earlier had already sent a thrill through him.

He couldn't believe there was a boy out there who didn't like this sort of thing!

Then Uncle Qing grew serious again.

"But you must keep that jade token hidden, too. Don't let anyone see it. As far as anyone else is concerned, I'll say I killed the assassin."

Yu Bu'e looked surprised, but quickly understood.

"You're worried that this Shadowfeather Pavilion you mentioned will come after me for revenge?"

Uncle Qing nodded solemnly.

"The Shadowfeather Pavilion has plenty of experts. They're not people you can handle."

Yu Bu'e was about to speak when Luo Feixuan arrived.

"The young miss is here! Yu, go take care of your injuries first. I'll handle the rest. Don't worry."

With that, Uncle Qing walked out onto the balcony and called the Law Enforcement Team.

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