Luo En Behind the Scenes

"Hey!"

On the sightseeing bus, Ren Yisheng locked onto Du Qi, who was barely moving.

While Song Bu'er was talking to buy time, the Dragon Elephant Combat Technique had already quietly descended.

An angry Duchi struggled with his emotions, then began to despair.

"Smack!"

Song Bu'er moved a few steps and casually raised his gun.

A shot was fired, and a bloody hole appeared in Duchi's throat.

Blood gushed out, but there seemed to be a hint of clarity in Du Qi's eyes.

He glanced at Pei Jing on his back in utter despair, then clutched his neck, which had been pierced by a bullet, and collapsed to the ground, his body swaying precariously.

"How dare you talk to us and stall for time!"

Song Bu'er scoffed dismissively.

As Ren Yisheng's long-time partners, they were already extremely skilled at working together.

Even if he is a gunman hidden in the shadows, Song Bu'er can still openly step forward to create opportunities when paired with him.

The opportunity was perfectly created; Du Qi, who had repeatedly failed to hit his target, was shot through the neck, leaving him with no chance to resist.

Song Bu'er pulled out the empty magazine from the gun and slung it back over his shoulder.

"Hello, what do you need...?"

Song Bu'er inquired with extreme politeness.

But before he could finish speaking, he suddenly leaped backward.

In the distance, Du Qi lay on the ground, barely breathing, with blood gushing out.

But Pei Jing's body shifted, and he raised his head slightly.

Like a wild beast devoid of reason, Pei Jing lay on the ground, not standing up, his limbs sprawled on the ground like a wild animal.

His right hand, which used to hold the sword, was no longer used to hold the sword; it was only used to support himself on the ground.

Pei Jing glanced warily at the group of people in the distance, then leaned closer to Du Qi's neck and sniffed.

The pungent smell of blood ignited a strange, bloodthirsty glint in Pei Jing's eyes, and he lowered his head.

When a gunshot rang out, Pei Jingcai jumped up like a startled bird.

But in just a short time, Pei Jing fell to the ground again, and then began to struggle.

"Is Pei Jingzhen entering her twilight years?"

Zhang Xuezhou's shot went astray, and he felt that his marksmanship was almost completely useless without relying on Law Power to lock on, and he couldn't even hit a static target like Pei Jing.

He missed his first shot, while Ren Yisheng readjusted his body and firmly controlled Pei Jing.

"He was already very old, and then suffered a severe injury; he can no longer maintain his mental state!"

Ren Yisheng pointed to his head.

Having been outmaneuvered by Zhang Xuezhou and left both sides severely injured, Ren Yisheng found it much easier to control Pei Jing now than he could to suppress Du Qi, who was in the Fifth Sequence.

Pei Jing's physical strength was still extremely powerful, and he even had a high probability of killing Fifth Sequence individual based on his physical instincts. However, under Ren Yisheng's control, Pei Jing was like a bird in a cage, and his repeated struggles and roars were all fixed in place, unable to move.

"Xuezhou and An Ran are both having health problems. You'd better give Pei Jing a quick death!"

Ren Yisheng gestured to Song Bu'er Song Bu'er, who then glanced at Ren Anran and Zhang Xuezhou a few times before running over with great ease.

You all look very weak!

Song Bu'er took the Song 366 pistol from Zhang Xuezhou, and after handling it with great skill, quickly aimed it at Pei Jing.

"No way, no way, I can't lose!"

"It shouldn't be like this!"

"I obeyed the will of Heaven and welcomed His Majesty back to the throne. I shouldn't have suffered such a crushing defeat!"

"The Scarlet Alliance State power originated from our Emperor's successor, Ron, and should be returned to our Emperor!"

Perhaps it was Ren Yisheng's forceful suppression that restored a sliver of Pei Jing's sanity. Pei Jing stopped roaring and instead began chanting like a madman, before clutching his head and howling in pain.

Pei Jing's symptoms after being mentally traumatized were more severe than Zhang Xuezhou's; at this point, he was no longer able to control his behavior.

"Ms. Song, could you please take a photo to document this?"

Ren Yisheng stared at the hysterical Pei Jing, then invited Song Fengying, who was holding the steering wheel.

Pei Jing's life or death is not important at this moment; what matters is what Pei Jing said.

Ren Yisheng was willing to record everything Pei Jing said.

Pei Jing's hysterical screams also involved a name, 'Ron'.

However, all the descendants of the last king Luo Zhong, had been killed, and even many members of the Luofu Imperial Family were not spared. It is unknown which mountain valley this Luo En came from as a member of a collateral branch of the royal family.

Ren Yisheng concluded within seconds that Ron was from a collateral branch of the royal family, but quickly dismissed his guess.

Without the legitimate claim to inherit the Luofu Empire's mantle, Ren Yisheng doesn't believe Pei Jing would have gone mad to push the other party to the throne.

Zhang Xuezhou and the others had always suspected that Pei Jing had someone backing him, and now Pei Jing's words truly revealed the truth. Among all the things, Pei Jing was the one who knew the most.

"Ron?"

Zhang Xuezhou read the name aloud, then narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at Ning Que.

"It wasn't me!"

Seemingly sensing something, Ning Que, sitting on the sightseeing bus, quickly raised his head and whispered an explanation to Zhang Xuezhou.

Let's chat more when we have time!

Zhang Xuezhou nodded.

Luo Zhong influenced Ning Que, but Ning Que is not Luo Zhong. Ning Que struggled to even get into the Qing'an Province Youth Challenge, let alone overcome his own social class to persuade Pei Jing to join the rebellious Alliance States.

Ning Que's records during his preparations for the Youth Challenge should be extremely clear.

Thoughts flashed through Zhang Xuezhou's mind quickly, and then he dismissed his doubts.

He nodded to Ning Que Queque, then turned his gaze to the roaring Pei Jing.

"He remembered so little in his later years; it seems this was an obsession born of his unwillingness to accept reality!"

Dozens of meters away, Pei Jing roared repeatedly, loudly repeating what he had said earlier.

When the words were repeated, the importance of the information Pei Jing spoke suddenly diminished, only making it easier for Song Fengying to record the entire conversation.

"Then I'll send him on his way!"

After repeating the call once more, Song Bu'er raised his gun.

The sound of bullets whistling rang out, and Pei Jing's neck was pierced through.

Like Du Qi, who was lying on the ground, Pei Jing, who was being forcibly controlled, could hardly avoid the bullets. He gripped his bleeding neck tightly, and after heavy breathing came rapid weakness.

Pei Jing's body collapsed to the ground, leaving only his limbs gripping the ground with extreme tenacity.

He tried to prop himself up several times, but failed, and finally slowly closed his eyes.

"Do you specifically aim for the neck when you shoot?"

Zhou Bo touched his neck and asked in a very low voice.

"I can hit them wherever I want, but hitting them in the neck will make them die slower, allowing them to clearly feel the pain of death and giving them time to repent for their sins!"

Song Bu'er replied expressionlessly, which made Zhou Bo smile awkwardly and quickly stop asking about this cruel fighting method.

In short, Zhou Bo didn't want to provoke the Western Capital City Sequence Committee. He was currently a member of the committee, and had even shed blood alongside it, so he was completely integrated into it.

No matter how the Scarlet Alliance State develops, he will firmly follow the committee and remain steadfast.