Chapter 037: You’ve Been Set Up!

Ordinarily, Xu He would have gone to the yamen to report for duty at daybreak, but Du Yu had paid an unexpected personal visit the night before to inquire about the progress of his marriage arrangements with the Duan family.

Du Yu had proposed that, with the Old Madame’s birthday banquet approaching, the Marchioness of Guangling wished for Xu He to attend as the prospective nephew-in-law of their household. This would provide a convenient opportunity for him to meet and converse with the Duan family’s patriarch and sons.

Consequently, Xu He had no choice but to request leave from the yamen, intending to invite a matchmaker today to accompany Du Yu on a visit to the Duan estate.

Someone brought over the oil and seasonings, and as everyone pitched in, their efficiency increased significantly.

"Everyone understands this logic. But is there a way to solve it?" Sensing her lapse in composure, the princess cleared her throat softly and regained her formal demeanor.

The entire earth shook. "Bang!" A sound echoed from somewhere unknown. "Swish, swish." Luo and Chaos struck simultaneously, only to stop at the same moment. Luo’s fist was a mere fist’s breadth away from striking Chaos, while Chaos’s leg sweep was equally close to brushing against Luo’s waist.

Although they claimed they could handle any task, everyone understood the reality: what kind of boss would assign a relative to a job as a gatekeeper or a handyman? It would be a loss of face to speak of such a thing.

"Here is the plan, brother: make arrangements again tomorrow. I will bring them over, and you can strike to kill them. I will use the chaos as an opportunity to escape." Black Dog laid out his plan—a remarkably crude one.

However, as time passed and his experiences grew, Yang Ming, though still unable to sip tea like a man of fifty and pontificate on the brevity of life, had begun to truly perceive the flavor of the tea he drank.

Shen Rou pestered Yang Ming, refusing to let him go, while Yang Ming, intentionally teasing her, remained tight-lipped.

Xu Zihong and Su He no longer concerned themselves with Yang Fei; he was a broken man now, devoid of value. Even if Yang Fei were to recover his strength in the future, he could no longer remain here.

"Alas, his life is saved, but he will likely spend the rest of his days in a wheelchair," Mu Chenghe said somberly.

However, He Jing dared not reveal the emotions in his heart. He feigned ignorance and continued to walk forward, only for Chen Ting to suddenly approach him with her gun raised.

How he regretted lifting the seal before beating him into a cripple. Not only had it cost Ma Rong her life, but now, escaping would be as easy as turning over his hand. Yet, even if he had to fight to the death, he would take him down to atone for his negligence.

After about half an incense stick of time, the group arrived before the gates of the massive city. The three large characters "Black Fiend City" were inscribed on the towering gate. The city walls were surrounded by clear, shimmering restrictive enchantments; it was obvious that flight was prohibited here, and no martial artist was permitted to traverse the air using artifacts.

I gripped his throat and hoisted him up, intending to lift him high, letting him gasp for air until his tongue lolled out and his legs dangled and kicked in the void, only to set him down once he struggled.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, Ruan Meizhao, whose hands had been tied, suddenly rushed out of the room and threw herself into the arms of a woman in the courtyard, weeping bitterly like rain upon pear blossoms, clearly having suffered great grievances.

The Snow Emperor said, "Sister Long, I can take Long Luo with me now, can't I?" Long Zhiru replied, "The Snow Emperor’s divine power is astonishing; I concede in total defeat. Long Luo may go with you, but I have a few words for him."

"Everyone, please feel free to do as you wish!" Nantian said with a light wave of his right hand. With that, he turned and walked forward casually, accompanied by Wen Xin and the others.

However, the final outcome had been completely beyond their expectations, so for now, they had no choice but to compromise.

Even so, on these thirty steps, Wen Xin tried with all his might to descend, yet time and again, he failed to lift his "Ocean-Settling Leg."

Ding Zhaokun scrambled up from the ground, but upon turning back, he saw that the area inside the great iron gate was completely empty! It was truly haunting—where could the voice he had just heard have come from?