Chapter 57

Qi Yue had not yet completely lost consciousness. He struggled to open his swollen eyes and, after a while, mumbled, "It's you!"

"It's me, Qian Ye. You should remember me well; otherwise, you wouldn't have gone to such great lengths, mobilizing the expeditionary force to intercept me at Lighthouse Town."

Resentment appeared on Qi Yue's face as he said with hatred, "I should have killed you in the underground fighting ring back then!"

Qian Ye smiled and said, "Indeed, it's very regrettable. But now you no longer have the chance."

At this moment, Qi Yue seemed to become more清醒. He looked at Qian Ye and suddenly showed intense fear, trembling as he said, "You... you are actually a Level 3 Warrior!"

"Your eyesight is good, but it's a pity you discovered it too late."

Qi Yue's expression was complex, filled with jealousy, regret, and envy.

Qian Ye had reached Level 3 at a very young age, a rare talent even in the expeditionary force. Qi Yue himself was already twenty-three years old, but he would need at least another year of cultivation and a large amount of medicine to reach Level 3.

"I should have guessed you were more than Level 1 when you used the military combat techniques," Qi Yue sighed deeply.

If someone like Qian Ye could be recruited, it would be the best outcome. Since Qian Ye was willing to fight for someone like Young Master Zhao, he certainly wouldn't refuse more money and better treatment.

Qi Yue believed his status and position were at least ten times higher than Young Master Zhao's, and the conditions he could offer were far beyond what Zhao could provide. With a bit more patience and effort in recruitment, why wouldn't Qian Ye join him?

In the land of Eternal Night, strength was the only standard.

But it seemed it wasn't too late now.

Qi Yue struggled to raise his upper body and asked, "Are you here for Young Master Zhao?"

"And Min'er."

"Min'er... you mean that bitch?" Qi Yue clenched his teeth involuntarily when mentioning Min'er.

"Yes."

"Have you forgotten that she was willing to sleep with Yan Laohu for a bit of money, and almost made you lose the virtual fight?"

Qian Ye said calmly, "Of course I haven't forgotten. But that was in the past. Now, she and Young Master Zhao are both my friends."

"Friends? Ha ha!" Qi Yue laughed loudly, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth, making him look particularly terrifying. He mocked, "I never thought I'd hear such an ancient word! In this era, in this place, there are still friends?"

At this moment, Qian Ye thought of other people: Colonel Wei Lishi, Captain Red Scorpion, and the Black Scorpion veterans. On that bloody night, Captain Red Scorpion single-handedly pushed back the entire tide, creating an opportunity for Qian Ye to break through and escape.

It was a miracle, a miracle bought with life.

Qian Ye sighed lightly and said, "Just because the word isn't in your dictionary doesn't mean it doesn't exist. At least I have friends, and both Young Master Zhao and Min'er are my friends."

Qi Yue reined in his somewhat crazy laughter and said seriously, "Alright, I respect your choice. If possible, I hope you can consider me a friend in the future. Join me, how about it? I have another identity that far surpasses the current Qi family's status. I highly recognize your strength. As long as you follow me, you can get everything you want! My treatment of subordinates in Blackflow City is well-known; you can ask around."

Qian Ye looked at Qi Yue's face and suddenly smiled, saying, "You are indeed very persuasive. If it were someone else, they might have been swayed. But after talking to you for so long, I didn't plan to discuss any kind of allegiance."

Qi Yue's heart suddenly turned cold.

He looked at Qian Ye's face for the first time, the rough disguise still partially intact, but the delicate features were still discernible. This smile had a touch of the neighborly boy's warmth. But Qi Yue instinctively sensed danger.

He suddenly felt he couldn't see through Qian Ye at all. Qian Ye was extremely young, but his combat and behavior style were the opposite—experienced and ruthless, striking to kill, leaving no room for either the opponent or himself. For some reason, Qi Yue suddenly thought of a small but deadly creature found everywhere on the Eternal Night continent: the Red Scorpion.

Qian Ye pointed to the briefcase sent by the bloodline clan and said, "Open it, and I'll let you die quickly. Otherwise, I'll send you back to Blackflow City alive. I have some good stuff, and I still have a bit left."

"Alive... sent back?" This seemed like a better choice, but Qi Yue's body couldn't help but tremble uncontrollably. Indeed, he heard the answer he had expected from Qian Ye.

"Of course, you will still die, about seven days later. In those seven days, you will experience all kinds of pain. Your senses will become exceptionally sensitive, and even putting on or taking off clothes will make you feel like you're dying. However, your injuries can be healed."

The last sentence was the truly devastating part.

Qi Yue knew what Qian Ye was talking about.

It was a biological toxin extracted from the bloodline clan, said to be controlled only by the empire's elite forces and secret police. It would damage the brain and nervous system, causing permanent but not irreparable damage. Repairing it would require a large amount of precious medicine and the intervention of a high-ranking warrior to unblock the meridians and neutralize the drug's effects.

Such expenses would be a burden even for the nobles of the upper continent, and with the Qi family's strength and connections in Blackflow City, it would be impossible even if they went bankrupt.

Qian Ye looked at Qi Yue's expression and said calmly, "It seems I don't need to explain further."

Sending Qi Yue back, giving him a glimmer of hope, but condemning him to die in extreme pain, was the true torment. The empire often used this method to deal with the leaders of rebel forces and resistance organizations.

Qi Yue's body trembled, and he pointed at Qian Ye, saying, "You! You came from those places?!"

Qian Ye smiled slightly, "Finally guessed it, very smart. Unfortunately, it's too late."

Qi Yue truly regretted it now. Those who came from the elite forces and secret police were human monsters, not to be measured by rank. Provoking them meant endless trouble.

"You can't kill me! My real father is Sir Wuzhengnan, a current division commander in the empire's expeditionary force! If you kill me, he will definitely avenge me!"

Qian Ye still smiled, "I've heard this kind of talk countless times. Can't you say something new?"

"I can give you money! Women! Whatever I have, I'll give it to you! Just let me go, okay? Don't kill me..." Qi Yue became increasingly incoherent, his nerves finally breaking as he collapsed and cried.

He suddenly crawled to the briefcase and quickly entered the password. With a click, the lid opened slightly.

"See, I opened the box! Don't kill me, please..."

Qi Yue's words suddenly stopped. He stared at Qian Ye with blurred vision, his strength rapidly draining. Qian Ye's spike pierced his throat, the residual toxin on the spike paralyzing Qi Yue's nerves, making him unable to move but still able to feel the cold and slippery flow of blood.

"Very good. I said I would let you die quickly if you opened the box."

But Qian Ye suddenly mustered all his strength and punched Qi Yue's face, instantly crushing it.

Qi Yue fell back, his limbs still twitching in the throes of death.

"Sorry, I broke my promise a little," Qian Ye said apologetically to Qi Yue's corpse.

Qian Ye took a ring and a brooch from his pocket and placed them on Qi Yue's chest. They were the mementos of Min'er and Young Master Zhao, a small ceremony.

Qian Ye hoped they could see this moment from the banks of the River Styx in the starry path, seeing the true culprit brought to justice.

As for the expeditionary force members who acted together that day, they were just following orders. They were mere tools in the hands of their superiors, and Qian Ye had no intention of dealing with them.

Qian Ye opened the briefcase, and his pupils immediately constricted!

Inside the briefcase was a black pistol, with an extended barrel on the side that was nearly half a meter long. If assembled, it would be comparable to the Dawnlight, but the craftsmanship was worlds apart. The gun was designed luxuriously and smoothly, with a golden rose engraved on the body.

This was a typical bloodline clan's primal force gun!

After the primal force gun manufacturing technology spread to the dark races, the wise among them quickly developed a new version powered by dark primal force.

However, just as there were countless gray areas between dawn and eternal night, the same was true for guns powered by primal force. Dark race primal force guns were not absolutely unusable by humans, but their efficiency would be reduced, affecting their power, and some racial special effects could not be activated.

Strangely, although the bloodline clan and humans were irreconcilable enemies, the bloodline clan's primal force guns were the most compatible with human primal force. With minor adjustments, the efficiency loss could be minimized. Moreover, they were well-crafted and stylish, very popular among the empire's upper class.

Many nobles preferred bloodline clan guns as their personal sidearms, even over human-made ones. The primal force gun in the briefcase was a rare high-end item, and the array of tactical accessories alone testified to its value.

Qian Ye picked up the primal force gun and gently input some primal force. The primal force in the gun quickly gathered, and a primal force bullet formed in an instant!

Qian Ye was pleasantly surprised. This was a rapid-fire weapon, not quite fitting his style of pursuing pure power. But he found it very easy to drive the primal force array in the gun, with none of the stiffness and sluggishness he had experienced with eternal night primal force weapons.

Qian Ye immediately realized that the three-colored blood force in his primal force was at work.

After testing for a while, Qian Ye obtained the gun's basic data. Its dark primal force conversion rate was 40%, and its dawn primal force conversion rate was 30%. It fired one shot per second, and with Qian Ye's Level 3 primal force and blood energy, he could fire five shots, each with the power of four Dawnlights.

In the hands of others, this primal force gun would be two levels weaker than the customized Scorpion Needle. But with Qian Ye's blood force, he could fully unleash its power, making it almost as good as the customized Scorpion Needle.

On the gun handle, a line of small text was engraved: "Flowing Gold Rose," which was likely the model name of the primal force gun. The font was not only fancy and round but also decorated with gold powder on the highlighted parts of the petals, truly embodying the luxurious style of the bloodline clan.

The value of high-quality primal force weapons produced by the bloodline clan was not just in their power. If choosing a combat weapon, even with no loss of blood force, Qian Ye would definitely choose the customized Scorpion Needle. But the market price of this primal force gun was twice that of the customized Scorpion Needle. No high-society figure would attend a party with a rifle, but a bloodline clan primal force gun was a good embellishment of status.

Although Qian Ye increasingly appreciated beautiful things, he only played with the Flowing Gold Rose for a while before putting it back in the briefcase. He had many things to do, starting with cleaning up the battlefield and continuing with his plans.

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