Chapter 52

Qian Ye slowly grasped the hand that Young Master Zhao extended forward, his tightly clenched palm seemingly holding something. Two of his fingers were broken, but he did not let go. Between his broken fingers, one could see a standard-sized medicine bottle, with a label indicating a common nerve relaxant.

To those with connections, this bottle of medicine was not worth a few silver coins. Perhaps this was also the reason why the murderer ultimately abandoned taking it.

But Qian Ye knew what this medicine was for.

This was the medicine that Young Master Zhao had bought for Qian Ye, to alleviate the symptoms when the Dark Blood flared up. It was just that because the delivery was delayed, it never reached Qian Ye's hands until the end.

Qian Ye did not expect that even in his dying moments, with his legs cut off, Young Master Zhao did not forget this bottle of medicine.

Qian Ye seemed to see Young Master Zhao stand up again, hand the medicine bottle over, and say with a bold and heroic voice, "I, Zhao, have never gone back on my word!"

The medicine was now in his hands, but Qian Ye no longer needed it.

Qian Ye had been fighting for Young Master Zhao for some time. For each gambling battle he participated in, he earned one silver coin, and three battles could buy a bottle of medicine. Since virtual combat was a skill-based activity, the reward was even higher than bloody combat.

In the Abandoned Lands, fearless people were everywhere, but those who truly understood combat were few.

This was the reality of the Abandoned Lands, where people constantly gambled with their bodies and lives. Even if they won with their lives, what they gained was not as valuable as a piece of bread from the upper echelons of the mainland.

On the chaotic and unjust Evernight Continent, Young Master Zhao, who always kept his word, was a complete anomaly. On the surface, Qian Ye and Young Master Zhao had only a temporary employment relationship, but in reality, Young Master Zhao always treated him like a brother. This was also why Qian Ye was willing to continue working with him and secretly protect him several times.

With Young Master Zhao around, other regional forces could not enter Lighthouse Town, and the people in the town could at least live a somewhat orderly life.

Young Master Zhao, the sheriff, and Qian Ye maintained the order of Lighthouse Town, each in their own way—black, white, and gray. In the territory of Blackstream City, Lighthouse Town was a small haven, so more and more people lived and gathered here. Even scavengers would try to come here to spend the night if the distance allowed.

But all their efforts were useless in the face of the massive expeditionary force. It only needed to move its smallest little finger to crush everything.

Qian Ye took a deep breath, feeling a surge of blood boiling in his chest! He could not contend with the expeditionary force, but he could give those accomplices and lackeys a profound and eternal lesson!

Qian Ye said softly, "Young Master Zhao, give it to me. I have already received my payment."

Miraculously, Young Master Zhao's tightly clenched hand suddenly loosened.

Qian Ye put the medicine bottle in his pocket and glanced around the room.

The room had also been ransacked, the two steel doors of the weapon cabinet gone, leaving it empty. This was within Qian Ye's expectations, and he did not care about these ordinary firearms.

He left Young Master Zhao's room and silently walked down the corridor.

As he passed a room, Qian Ye suddenly stopped and took off the hunting rifle from his back.

Voices came from inside the room, one of which belonged to Yan Laohu.

"This time, thanks to Young Master Qi's help, I was able to take this position. From now on, whatever Young Master Qi orders, I, Yan Laohu, will do it without hesitation, no matter the danger!"

Another voice, somewhat sly and effeminate, said, "That Zhao and that kid Qian Ye were too ungrateful, not knowing their place! Did they think Young Master's words were just idle talk? Hmph! What kind of Young Master is he, just a gang leader, daring to call himself a Young Master."

Yan Laohu, also a gang leader, laughed awkwardly.

The sly voice continued, "You people, being able to rely on our Young Master and serve as his dogs, is a blessing that many people can't even dream of! Young Master can throw you a bone, and it will be enough for you to chew on for years! But if you have any other ideas, well, don't blame me for saying this, but what happened to Zhao today will be your fate tomorrow!"

Yan Laohu repeatedly said, "I dare not, I dare not! I will serve Young Master wholeheartedly! Sir Wang, it's getting late, should we rest? Which woman in town do you fancy? I'll send people to bring her to you right away!"

Sir Wang sighed, "There's only Min who has some charm here. Unfortunately..."

"Who made her bite Young Master? Young Master ordered that she must suffer for seven days before dying. It's already the fifth night. She's already in a terrible state, so let's change to someone else."

The man hesitated for a moment and said, "Alright."

At this moment, Qian Ye's cold voice suddenly came from outside the door, "No need to change."

"Who's there?"

"Who's outside?"

The room was filled with shouts.

At this moment, Qian Ye's enhanced perception, thanks to his bloodline, came into play. Just by listening to the chaotic footsteps, he could visualize the situation inside the room as if he were seeing it with his own eyes.

A guard rushed directly to the door, a nearly foolishly brave move.

Qian Ye pressed the hunting rifle against the door and fired a shot!

The thin wooden door was blown out with a large hole, and at such close range, the guard was blasted backward by the massive force, his chest and abdomen a bloody mess.

Qian Ye kicked the door down and, without even looking, fired another shot into the room. The dense iron shot instantly covered most of the room, and there were immediate screams of pain.

Behind Sir Wang, a burly man leaped out. He was over two meters tall, with muscles bulging even in his head. Compared to him, Qian Ye, who was also over 1.85 meters tall, seemed like a child.

The man's face and body were dotted with blood from the iron shot, but it was clear that the homemade double-barreled hunting rifle had little effect on him.

The man roared and charged forward, swinging a fist almost as big as Qian Ye's head, smashing it toward Qian Ye's face.

Qian Ye did not dodge, but swung a fist back, meeting the man's punch head-on!

With a series of bone-cracking sounds, the man's fist visibly deformed, and his arm twisted to one side. In this simple and brutal exchange, Qian Ye completely overpowered his opponent!

Qian Ye kicked the man with surprising strength, sending him flying. The man crashed through two walls and fell to the ground, unable to get up.

Qian Ye dusted off his hands and smiled, "Yan Laohu, we meet again. And this gentleman, surnamed Wang?"

Sir Wang, the man Yan Laohu referred to, was a middle-aged man, mostly bald, with a large belly that seemed very cumbersome. But to underestimate him based on his appearance would be a mistake. Such a man actually had the strength of a first-level combat soldier.

"Qian Ye! You're still alive?" Yan Laohu exclaimed, instinctively moving toward the wall.

Sir Wang, on the other hand, remained calm. He had used a table to shield himself from the flying iron shot and seemed unharmed.

He said slowly, "You are Qian Ye? I haven't seen you, but I've heard of you. Our Young Master Qi is very interested in you. I thought you had either escaped or died, so I 'cleaned up' here, removing a few troublesome elements. Since you're back, I can offer you another chance. Come back and work for Young Master. How about it? You're young and talented. Only under Young Master Qi can you truly realize your potential. Otherwise, you'll end up like the scum on the plains, doing anything for a meal. When you die, you'll become a wild dog's meal! Is that the life you want?"

Sir Wang spoke in a soft, persuasive tone, which was somewhat convincing.

"But I don't like some of your people, like this one," Qian Ye pointed at Yan Laohu.

Seeing Qian Ye like this, Sir Wang actually felt relieved, "If you're willing to work for us, he won't be useful anymore. You can deal with him as you see fit, and his territory will be yours to manage. How about it? I can make this decision!"

"No! No! Sir Wang, this can't be!" Yan Laohu, who had not expected this outcome, jumped up in shock.

Suddenly, Yan Laohu, who seemed to be in extreme fear, pulled out a pistol and viciously pulled the trigger, snarling, "Brat, die!"

The gunshots and smoke obscured everything. When Yan Laohu had emptied his pistol, he saw Qian Ye standing unharmed.

Sir Wang's eyes twitched. He had seen clearly that every time Yan Laohu pulled the trigger, Qian Ye's body would twist strangely, avoiding the bullets. This skill was something he had only seen in military experts, and it was one of the main reasons why firearms were ineffective against power users.

The magazine was empty, but Yan Laohu kept pulling the trigger. The empty clicks sounded like a death knell.

The continuous commotion in the room finally alerted the people stationed further away, and hurried footsteps approached from below.

Qian Ye kicked a pistol from the ground, which had belonged to a guard, and fired several shots at the wall in the corridor.

The partitions in these rooms were made of wood and iron, and seemed thin against the pistol. The bullets, as if guided, pierced through the thin walls and hit the people outside. Those hit screamed and fell over the railing, crashing to the ground.

Falling from the third floor, for ordinary people, would result in broken bones or worse, death if they hit their necks.

Qian Ye fired five shots, hitting five people, and there was still one bullet left in the pistol.

Without turning his head, he swung the gun over his left shoulder, and the bullet accurately hit Sir Wang's arm, causing him to scream in pain and drop a particularly heavy pistol.

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