Chapter 401: 399, Things on the clothes (1/4) "Steward Bai..." The alley outside and inside was empty.
An ominous feeling arose spontaneously, and the hand holding the dagger tightened even more. Hearing the market guards rushing over, the alluring woman jumped from the beast vehicle towards the warehouse.
Upon arrival!
No one!
The people Elder Tianchen sent had vanished.
"Ah!"
The alluring woman screamed, furious and embarrassed, threw the dagger, embedding it into the thick wall. Then she took out a brown disc from the storage ring, withdrew the dagger, and rushed out of the alley.
"Everyone, follow me." With a wave, hundreds immediately followed crazily behind the alluring woman.
The night’s tranquility was completely shattered by the soaring red pillar of light, scattered by the noisy footsteps on the street. Originally, disciples from the Iron Mountain Pavilion and the Law Enforcement Hall searching around started to approach this alluring woman.
Because the red pillar of light was a distress signal.
At this time, a distress signal appearing at the foot of the Iron Mountain Pavilion must be related to Steward Bai.
Elsewhere, Wen Ping plunged into the alley, weaving through continuously.
Steward Bai could only follow nearby—Wen Ping hadn’t said to release him, nor had he mentioned killing him.
But at this moment, Lan Peng’s expression was somewhat complex, looking at Steward Bai’s Iron Mountain Pavilion uniform, unsure what to say. Wen Ping must have come specifically to save him, and even found a friend to pretend as someone from Iron Mountain Pavilion to distract the guards.
The deserted alley entrance was all a deceit.
Wen Ping paid a lot to come to his rescue.
Thinking of this, a warm feeling flowed through Lan Peng’s heart, silently saying he hadn’t cared for Wen Ping for nothing.
"The market people are catching up." Suddenly, Steward Bai spoke beside, showing a worried expression.
"Ah?"
Lan Peng’s face changed immediately.
Then instinctively glanced back, not sensing anything unusual, the way ahead was still full of hope and light. But he knew, given his current state, he couldn’t detect potential threats.
"Lan Peng, I’ve seen you. Running is useless!" Suddenly, a woman’s crisp voice came from behind.
"How did they catch up?" Wen Ping glanced back, then looked at the old man with white hair, a cold killing intent immediately radiated, "Tell me, what exactly is going on?"
"I don’t know either." Steward Bai dodged his gaze.
Wen Ping’s heart surged with killing intent.
He understood, the old fellow played tricks again.
There must be something he knew but didn’t reveal.
Feeling Wen Ping’s killing intent, Lan Peng paused.
He guessed wrong.
This person wasn’t Wen Ping’s friend; he was indeed from Iron Mountain Pavilion.
Just as Wen Ping was about to strike, Lan Peng spoke, "Kid, hurry on, I’ll hold them off."
"Uncle Lan, holding them off is near death, right?" Wen Ping ignored, grasped Lan Peng’s elbow with one hand, pulling her to continue running forward. But Lan Peng tried hard to stop.
"Leave him to me, I’ll buy you time. This is Mountain and Sea City, Iron Mountain Pavilion’s territory, detected from the start, how can you escape?" Determination and desolation flashed in Lan Peng’s eyes.
Desolation for the failed escape.
Determination for the resolve to stop.
Anyway, Wen Ping came for him, he could not let Wen Ping suffer harm; the chance to escape could wait for... ten, twenty years, there would be chances!
"What exactly is on him?" Wen Ping ignored Lan Peng, focusing on the white-haired elder. Meanwhile, Evil Spirit Knight’s hand directly pierced through the clothes, into the shoulder.
"Ah!"
The white-haired elder screamed in agony.
Then heard voices coming from the alley behind.
"Steward Bai’s voice!"
"Chase!"
...
Wen Ping ignored this, coldly looking at Steward Bai, "Speak, your last chance."
"Marks! All his clothes are marked. Through special means, these marks can be tracked." Feeling the hand’s increasing depth, Steward Bai was frightened, for he truly sensed Wen Ping’s murderous intent.
Wen Ping glanced at Lan Peng, Lan Peng immediately wanted to remove his clothes, but Wen Ping stopped him.
Running naked, didn’t look decent.
Besides, he wasn’t doing sneaky things.
Leave, and leave openly and brightly.
"Spirit, kill him." With the command, Wen Ping turned around, "Uncle Lan, put this white ring on your face, wait for me."