A corpse clutching its throat fell directly from the third level of railings before Gu Yunyou.
On the other side, twenty meters behind Mu Fan, a Luoshan Prison Guard who suddenly rose with guns in both hands was instantly shot through the head. Brains and blood mixed together, splattering across the entire wall.
"This is the best news I've heard all year."
Gu Yunyou lowered his pistol, his voice calm.
"I invite you once again to join the Mountain Haze Society."
Mu Fan raised his head indifferently, looked at this classmate who now seemed unfamiliar, and shook his head.
"Without the Revolutionary Army's protection... where can you go?" Gu Yunyou narrowed his eyes.
"The stars are vast. I can go anywhere." Mu Fan spoke quietly, one word at a time.
"Young Master!" A solemn-looking officer glanced at the stubborn Mu Fan, then turned toward Gu Yunyou.
But Gu Yunyou merely raised one hand.
"Let him go."
The group silently parted, opening a straight path.
Gu Yunyou looked at Mu Fan. "I need to do something more important now. If you change your mind, wait for me at the entrance."
After saying that, Gu Yunyou led the Asakusa Guard past him from the side.
Mu Fan stood like a reef amidst rushing currents, towering and unyielding.
Their encounter had been full of surprises, and their parting now was equally strange.
When Mu Fan was left alone in the corridor, he walked around the corner and naturally saw the mountain of corpses and sea of blood Gu Yunyou had left behind.
There was not the slightest fluctuation in Mu Fan's gaze. Instead, it gradually solidified into an indifferent coldness tinged with deathly silence.
"Black, have you contacted the Flying Dragon?"
"The location of its last disappearance has been locked."
"Where?"
"It isn't