socalfunplaces Chapter 59 Kill
Chapter 59 Kill
Hu Dianshi and the other yamen runners were completely dumbfounded, their mouths agape, utterly unable to follow this train of thought.
Who kills someone and instead of covering it up, forces the government to publicize it?
The Fire-Worker Monk blinked his eyes: (⊙﹃⊙)
What did Chen Yuan mean by giving him a meaningful look?
Chen Yuan: "..."
Zhang Wuji understood and whispered a few words to the Fire-Worker Monk.
The Fire-Worker Monk revealed a knowing look and let out a muffled, thunderous snort.
With a flick of his right arm, he delivered a powerful palm strike through the air towards the broken wall!
"boom--!!!"
The loud noise was truly earth-shattering, and the entire dilapidated temple trembled violently.
The thick earthen wall, the instant the palm strike landed on its body, was as if struck head-on by an invisible giant hammer, transforming into a violent wave of dust that surged outwards from the temple.
Once the dust settled, where was the wall in front of us?
All that remained was a messy gap and dust scattered all over the ground.
Hu Dianshi's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down on the spot.
That's not human.
They look like Vajra Arhats who stepped right out of the temple murals!
"I understand! I understand!"
Hu Dianshi's voice was choked with sobs.
"I will definitely do it! I'll make sure everyone in the martial arts world knows the legendary name of Young Hero Chen!"
"Get lost."
This time, Hu Dianshi and his men practically scrambled to their feet, arriving more than ten times faster than before.
The temple returned to silence, leaving only the lingering smell of dust.
Chen Yuan's gaze fell on the Fire-Worker Monk, his tone low and somber.
"Hey Lao Huo, can you work a little better together?"
He was trying to impress everyone, but he almost messed up.
The Fire-Worker Monk touched his bald head, looking embarrassed.
"Isn't that what you didn't say?"
"..."
Chen Yuan stopped looking at him and instead looked at Zhang Wuji.
"Now what do you suggest we do?"
Zhang Wuji frowned, unable to answer for a long time.
Seeing this, Chen Yuan did not press further, but continued speaking.
"Their fate wasn't so tragic; at least they met us."
"We will meet many more people in the future."
"Some of them would sell their daughters to passing old customers just to get a bite to eat, watching as they were stuffed into a black rickshaw and never heard from again."
"Some would kneel by the roadside, stick a straw tag in their hair, and sell themselves as livestock."
Zhang Wuji held his breath upon hearing this.
"More often than not, it's about dragging the whole family along the road."
"Walking...walking...the old man disappeared...walking...the baby in his arms fell silent."
"Those mounds of earth by the roadside don't all contain dead bodies... some are people who are about to die, their faces covered by the earth, waiting to breathe their last."
Have you heard of the Ming Cult?
Zhang Wuji nodded.
"I've heard of it; my maternal grandfather was in the Ming Cult."
"They keep starting rebellions and opposing the current court. Why do you think they're doing this?"
Chen Yuan posed a question.
"Are they similar to the people I just described?"
Zhang Wuji frowned again, clearly stumped by the question.
Chen Yuan stopped looking at him and called to the children gathered in the corner.
After settling the children in the inn, Chen Yuan gave all the money he had gotten from the old beggar to the innkeeper.
"Help me find their parents. If you can't find them..."
He paused.
"Then they sought out a reliable family to adopt him."
"If you don't have enough money, come find me, Chen Yuan, another day."
The shopkeeper, holding the bundle, nodded heavily, his hands trembling slightly.
Chen Yuan thought for a moment and then asked.
"Do you know Master Liu?"
......
Thirty miles away, at the end of the most respectable street in the town.
After being given directions, the three of them stood in front of a large house with a plaque that read "Liu Family".
The gates and doors were tightly shut, yet faint sounds of music and laughter could be heard drifting out.
The Fire-Worker Monk stepped forward and punched the iron-clad gate, causing it to collapse inwards.
Amidst the loud bang, the singing and dancing in the courtyard abruptly stopped, and screams erupted.
A fat man dressed in brocade, who didn't look like a beggar, rushed out, surrounded by several guards with fierce faces.
His face showed a mixture of shock and anger.
"Which side are you on, friend...?"
Before he could finish speaking, the Fire-Worker Monk strode towards him.
Like a tiger among sheep, in just a few breaths, only Liu Xiangzhu was left standing in the courtyard.
Chen Yuan walked up to him, speaking calmly as if asking for directions.
"Let's talk about the flower-photography party."
Liu Xiangzhu tried to argue, but Chen Yuan merely tilted his head at the Fire-Worker Monk.
He had already coordinated with the Fire-Worker Monk in advance.
Therefore, in the next instant, one of Liu Xiangzhu's fingers flipped over at an odd angle.
Amidst screams, tears streaming down his face, he poured out the whole story about the flower-picking gang.
Contact information, location of their hideout, network of contacts...
"very good."
After listening, Chen Yuan nodded.
He gently placed his hand on Liu Xiangzhu's head and asked another question.
"Where did you keep all the money?"
After Liu Xiangzhu finished speaking in a trembling voice, a "click" sound was heard.
He found his vision had turned 180 degrees, then everything went black, and he collapsed to the ground.
Chen Yuan tossed a cloth bag to each of the Fire-Worker Monk and Zhang Wuji.
"Let's go, fill up the money."
......
The hideout of the flower-picking gang was much more secluded than any Dragon King Temple or Liu Xiangzhu's residence.
This is the entrance to an abandoned mine, and the guards are quite capable.
As Chen Yuan and his two companions approached, someone immediately shouted a question in a stern voice.
Chen Yuan had no intention of wasting words. He exchanged a glance with the Fire-Worker Monk, and then acted swiftly and decisively.
Having worked together before, the two are now even more in sync.
The Fire-Worker Monk's massive body swept into the mine with a gust of wind, and wherever his palm struck, the sound of bones shattering rang out like popping beans.
Chen Yuan did not use force. He held the Golden Desert Eagle in his hand. With each shot, a scumbag would inevitably fall.
Deep inside the cave, the scene was ten times more tragic than that of the Dragon King Temple.
Dozens of children were chained to wooden stakes, their eyes glazed over.
The air was filled with an indescribable stench.
In the corner were some medicine jars and strange tools, which were obviously used to prepare "Cai Sheng Zhe Ge".
Zhang Wuji trembled all over, not from fear, but from anger.
After dealing with most of the people, Chen Yuan gathered the rest together.
These were all elderly, weak, sick, and disabled, yet the ferocity on their faces far surpassed that of the thugs; no amount of concealment could hide it.
Chen Yuan only asked two questions.
The first question.
"How do I get to Bright Peak of the Ming Cult?"
Most of those who "luckily" survived were astonished, because they had never cared about the Ming Cult and had no idea where Bright Peak was.
Chen Yuan executed them one by one, like the King of Hell calling a roll.
Finally, an old man drew the route with trembling hands.
Chen Yuan gave a thumbs up and then asked the second question.
"Let's talk about flower photography enthusiasts."
The old man seemed to be an important figure, revealing many secrets.
After listening, Chen Yuan remained silent for a moment, then took out the remaining thugs, including the old man, with a few shots and said.
"Old Huo, you've had a long journey. When you get back, please ask the manager to bring more men and carriages."
"These children...it's better to trouble him."
"Oh, right, give him this bag of silver."
He threw a cloth bag at the fire-working monk.