CHAPTER 82: CHAPTER 81: WHY ARE YOU SO EXAGGERATED

During the meal, Jing Zhengwei dismissed everyone, and Leyu was also taken away for a physical check.

Leyu was mentally prepared for this. After all, he was ultimately a Sword Concealer. Who would dare let him get close without a security check?

Luckily, the person conducting the physical check wasn’t some smelly man but Jing Zhengwei’s middle-aged female guard, Mi Die... Hmm, that doesn’t sound very fortunate either?

However, Mi Die was quite proper with him, didn’t touch or feel him up, which gave Leyu a strange understanding of Yin Yinyin’s looks—could it be that Yin Yinyin’s appearance was considered attractive to men in this world?

You Glorious people are so weird!

"What is this?"

Mi Die grabbed Leyu’s wrist, weighing his ’Saint’s Relic’ seamless iron vambraces, and frowned slightly, "It’s very heavy."

"Weights." Leyu was prepared: "Usually when I’m not on missions, I wear weights. The organization only helps melt them off when I’m on a mission."

Upon seeing Leyu, Mi Die and the others knew to take out light source equipment, clearly showing the Jing Family’s deep understanding of Sword Concealers. Even if Leyu claimed he wasn’t an Assassin, no one would believe it, so he straightforwardly admitted to being a member of the organization.

Outsiders knew very little about the Nameless Organization; even Yin Yinyin couldn’t fathom its details. Apart from the old Assassin who brought him into the Assassin Organization, Yin Yinyin didn’t even know the skill levels of other ’colleagues.’

It’s not that the Nameless Organization wanted to create a sense of mystery; rather, the unknown was the best camouflage for Assassins. If the Assassin Organization were well-known, they would’ve been eradicated long ago. In fact, the white-haired Assassins were already being targeted by policies, having to wear hats during the day and living like undercover spies, constantly in fear, with no freedom of movement or dress, facing societal oppression everywhere.

Yin Yinyin had so many quirky bits of knowledge because his life forced him to. Just like how some men don’t know women can wash only their bangs, it was understandable for Leyu not to grasp Yin Yinyin either.

In this situation, the system in the Black-Clad Tower was obviously defined by whatever Leyu claimed, leaving others unable to point out Leyu’s ’utter nonsense.’

Mi Die, after examining, confirmed that it was merely a regular iron weight vambrace and ignored it further. Normally, no one would assume that an Assassin apprehended by traffickers would possess an Extreme Divine Weapon.

Mi Die prepared new clothes for him, and after bathing, Leyu changed into a set of normal clothes. After all, Yin Minghong had mentioned that Jing Zhengwei was a pervert, and given Yin Yinyin’s history, Leyu had prepared himself for anything. He didn’t expect not having to cross-dress for the occasion.

Could it be that Jing Zhengwei wasn’t that perverted?

The more he thought about it, the scarier it seemed. Best to kill him and make an escape.

According to the plan, after killing Jing Zhengwei, Leyu would jump out of the window and escape directly. Yin Minghong had placed his equipment outside and prepared an unobstructed escape route for him. Leyu could swiftly leave the Red Moon Fortress via a shortcut path, then don the Swift Blade Boots for a swift getaway.

Yin Minghong informed him of a secret contact point in Xuanzhu County for White Night. Of course, Yin Minghong wasn’t a fool; this contact point was exclusively his. Once Yin Minghong died, it would lose its purpose, and the contacts there were ordinary people who knew nothing of importance. Even if Leyu betrayed this contact point, it wouldn’t harm White Night.

Leyu had already planned his next move: kill Jing Zhengwei and head to Xuanzhu County, reveal his identity as Yin Yinyin, and showcase his achievements in helping Yin Minghong complete the mission, to see if White Night would give him a chance.

If White Night, after being deceived once by Yin Yinyin, were still willing to foolishly trust him, then Leyu would help Yin Yinyin regain recognition from White Night, just as Leyu would be willing to be foolish once with them for no other reason.

If White Night wasn’t willing, then Leyu would slip away and officially embark on the adventure of ’traversing the secret realms of Glory,’ searching for the legendary Divine Demon Well that could transcend time and space!

While Leyu was pondering, Mi Die stood vigilantly by his side.

Suddenly she asked, "Are you an Assassin?"

Leyu glanced at her and shook the handcuff on his wrist, "I used to be."

"I don’t care if your appearance is coincidental or planned; just know that if you dare to make a move, be prepared for a fate worse than death."

"It sounds like that young master of yours is quite valued." Leyu wasn’t at all intimidated by Mi Die’s threat and retorted, "But does he deserve two Martial Artists like you to protect him so slavishly? Even if you join the army, with your skills, you could at least be an officer, right? Being a guard for a playboy young master—don’t you feel wronged?"

"Wronged? Haha." Mi Die sneered, "It sounds like you look down on me."

"To be honest, yes."

"I can see that your Combat Technique level isn’t low." Mi Die said, "In your view, a Martial Artist should be as strong as iron, willing to die standing rather than living on their knees, right? But aren’t you just an Assassin selling your life for money?"

"Not the same. Even if I sell my life, I’m still free. I can refuse work. But can you refuse your master’s orders?"

"Free, huh?" Mi Die glanced at the window, where the drizzle was gently falling, the breeze blowing in through the window, "Like the rain, helplessly condensing in the mist, unable to defy the strong wind drifting about, then ’freely’ choosing to fall into the soil to die?"

"Martial Artists have families too. We get hungry, our tears are salty. Don’t think wielding power makes you superior. Your so-called freedom is just an illusion of your youth."

"But as someone who won’t live long, how could you possibly understand us?"

Interesting, back then, Yin Yinyin said that people like me who would live long couldn’t understand him, and now Mi Die says people like me who won’t live long can’t understand her... These two statements are analogous to ’any worldview other than mine is incorrect.’

"I have a friend," Leyu said, "After doing something wrong, he’d ask his captain if what he did was right. He clearly knew in his heart that he was wrong, but he’d still be crushed by guilt, needing someone’s approval."

"What about you? Do you feel guilty?"

"Is your friend dead?" Mi Die suddenly asked.

Le Yu was startled: "...Yes, dead."

"Indeed, people like that don’t live long. The world already puts so many shackles on us, adding more burdens on ourselves only hinders our survival," Mi Die said. "It’s already challenging to ensure the well-being of yourself and your family, don’t fret over too much."

"Haven’t you ever thought about overturning those shackles so that your family can live even better?"

"I’ve thought about it."

Le Yu was once again taken aback, Mi Die looked at him and shook her head: "I don’t know who you are, nor am I interested in knowing. But you are not a Dongyang native, you don’t have to live on this land, and you don’t understand the bloody common knowledge of this place. You are not one of us, you don’t know what we have to face, so of course you can condescend and criticize me to satisfy your youthful arrogance."

"Indeed, talking is easy, but we are the ones living on this land flowing with silver and blood."

"One thing that Dongyang people must learn is to accept fate." Mi Die glanced at her pocket watch, opened the door, and said, "And you will have to learn this too, let’s go."

Le Yu followed Mi Die into a high-level room in the mine, directly opposite Yin Minghong’s room, positioned on either side of the mine.

The room was more luxuriously decorated, hardly like a room in a mine; it was more like a luxury suite at a hotel. Mi Die left him there and closed the door. As Yin Minghong had thought, the two guards were not going to enter Jing Zhengwei’s room.

"You’re here?" The black-haired girl wearing a veil came over and pulled him into the room, "By the way, what’s your name?"

"Hmm... Le Yu."

The black-haired girl nodded, as if committing his name to memory: "The young master is reviewing the accounts, you stay here by yourself for a moment, I’m going to take a bath."

The room was large, with a screen separating the bathroom and the bedroom. The black-haired girl led him in, then went behind the screen to undress and bathe, leaving Le Yu alone.

Jing Zhengwei lay on a silk duvet-covered bed, examining an account book, still wearing a pair of glasses, which reminded Le Yu of the refined and amiable Blue Flame. However, Jing Zhengwei’s lenses were quite thick, clearly not just plain lenses meant for appearances.

Opportunity!

Though his hands were handcuffed, this was evidently not a problem.

Now with the guards absent, even the sole potential disruptor, the black-haired girl, was bathing, and Jing Zhengwei lay on the bed completely unguarded. The window by Jing Zhengwei’s bed was exactly the ’escape route’ Yin Minghong had told him about; after killing the target, he could escape smoothly, retrieve the goods, and leave Red Moon Fortress all in one go, truly a heaven-sent opportunity!

Ordinary iron wrist evolution—Soul Purification Demon Sword (replica)!

With a slight sound, Le Yu severed the handcuffs and thrust the sword towards Jing Zhengwei!

Mi Die and the others dared to send Le Yu to serve in bed, confirmed that he was in a state of weakness from hunger, which was true; even if he forced activation of the Ice Blood Physique, his combat strength right now was at best ’entertainment’ level, meaning the more he hit others, the happier they would become.

But with the Soul Purification Demon Sword, it was different. Even though it wasn’t specifically noted, ’sharp bone break’ remained one of this Divine Weapon’s basic attributes, just like how making phone calls is a basic function of a phone, never to be omitted.

Even though he was drained, Le Yu could still, with a gentle sweep, slice Jing Zhengwei in two!

Your life is mine!

But Jing Zhengwei wasn’t foolish; seeing Le Yu running over, he began to take notice. When Le Yu suddenly drew a longsword, he was momentarily stunned but quickly responded correctly — by launching the account book!

With a rip, the account book couldn’t even pose an obstacle to the Soul Purification Demon Sword and was slashed into scattering pages. Le Yu then jumped onto the bed to slice, but Jing Zhengwei swiftly moved back to dodge, causing the sword blade to merely slit Jing Zhengwei’s clothing by a hair’s breadth!

"Ah!"

Jing Zhengwei let out a sharp scream, accidentally rolling onto the floor, stinging Le Yu’s eardrums.

Ha, what an ugly posture... Le Yu moved forward to finish him with a sword, yet Jing Zhengwei surprisingly began to plead: "Don’t kill me!"

Wait a minute, Jing Zhengwei’s voice didn’t even sound male just now...

Bang!

With the crashing sound of the screen falling, Le Yu turned towards the noise and saw the black-haired girl Wei Wei wielding a long gun, aiming it at him.

"I asked for your name earlier, but I forgot to introduce myself," Wei Wei said in a magnetic voice, "My apologies, my name is Jing Zhengwei."

"Farewell, Assassin Le Yu."