Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 114 - 106 Move Down_2

"Respected Mokamo Road, there is a decision from the Altar. As per the elders’ wishes, you are to execute this decision."

"...Has the decision been made so quickly?" Mokamo Road’s expression remained unchanged as he pushed aside the woman next to him and stood up.

"Yes, driven by Lord Anova, the elders are extremely furious about the robbers who broke into the church. Under the eyes of the gods, such filth happened. This is a provocation to our sect! A provocation to the gods!" the gray-robed man replied solemnly.

"Tell me the result. What have we discovered? Who needs to be killed?" Mokamo Road asked in a low voice.

As the third figure of the Divine Dao Altar within the Black Ten Sect, although not as powerful as the first two, he had fought through countless battles.

For people like them.

Killing is not about grades.

Even a Ninth-Grade Expert can die from poison.

Hence, killing is never done in direct confrontation. Ambush, poisoning, kidnapping, and encircling are the ways of life and death.

This is why Mokamo Road, though he had broken through six times, had a record of killing Seventh-Grade experts.

"This time the target is to investigate the Bai family caravan and kidnap a woman named Yang Hongyan," the gray-robed man murmured.

"It was discovered that there’s another faction secretly impeding our investigation. So this time, as per Lord Anova’s instruction, we will split into two routes, one to resolve the Bai family caravan and the other to capture Yang Hongyan."

"Understood. Interrogate both sides simultaneously and verify the truth," Mokamo Road nodded.

Within the Black Ten Sect, some clues had already been discovered.

For example, Zhang Ying had become quite problematic.

After eliminating several other options one by one, Zhang Ying had come into their view.

Simply because he was too suspicious. A little investigation revealed, even more, puzzling clues.

Now it was finally decided to take direct action.

"When will we strike?"

"Tonight!" The gray-robed man answered solemnly.

Mokamo Road slowly stood.

"Duogu Na, Parsi."

"Present."

Two robust men, one tall and one short, bowed their heads in response.

"Order a team to take people from two places, I’ll speak with the yamen," Mokamo Road said in a low voice.

"Yes!"

"Make sure to change into guest clothing, that mysterious organization has strong intelligence capabilities; don’t let them discover us."

"Boss, rest assured." Both men, one taller and one short, wore confident smiles on their faces.

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In the darkness, several irate gamblers hurriedly exited the side door of the Jiaozhou Gambling House, seemingly having lost money, cursing as they left.

Before long, another group, laughing boisterously, staggered out the door with wine jars, and also departed.

Among the group who lost money, they drifted unknowingly toward the direction of the Bai family’s caravan.

In the quiet of night, these gamblers quickly arrived at the door of the Bai family trading firm.

A party of five drew daggers hidden at their waist, exchanged glances, and prepared to disperse and enter from various directions to capture their targets.

"Just capture a few key figures: the Bai family’s second manager in charge of route division, and the accompanying leader Zheng Yongfu. Also, the two guards accompanying Yang Hongyan at the time."

Among the five, the leader softly instructed.

The group nodded.

"Let’s go. Ask right away: What’s the exact relationship between Zhang Ying and Yang Hongyan? And..." continued the leader.

"And what?" suddenly a female voice came from behind them.

The five were startled and turned together to the source of the voice.

*Pff!!*

In an instant, one of the five drew a dagger and fiercely stabbed it into the leader’s back.

Blood spurted out.

The others were shocked and scattered.

"Tafuman, what are you doing!?"

"Tafuman, have you gone mad!?!"

At that moment, from the side alley, several black silhouettes rushed out.

All of them wielding short knives, faces covered by black masks, only revealing their eyes.

"It’s an ambush, get out!"

"Run!!"

The remaining four fled terrified, scattering in all directions.

Under a distant eave, Qingsu, similarly masked, looked on with satisfaction.

"Just as expected, Black Ten Sect did come tonight. It was worth the wait."

"Are you the leader behind these ambushers?"

Suddenly, a voice came from Qingsu’s right side.

The voice was deep, strong, calm, as if those being chased and scattered weren’t his subordinates.

Qingsu shivered, turning to look.

In the darkness, a burly figure, clad in brown leather armor, fists covered with gloves, was slowly approaching her.

"Mokamo Road!?" Qingsu retreated a step.

Within the Black Ten Sect, Mokamo Road was undoubtedly the third top expert, or rather, the assassin.

His distinguishing feature was a deadly skill at assassination and unmatched body technique speed within the Black Ten Sect. He had assassinated Sixth-Grade opponents numerous times, and even poisoned a Seventh-Grade martial artist!

Though he used poison, it showcased his surpassing strength.

Qingsu’s mind raced.

She was confident she could escape even if outmatched, but the key was if the Black Ten Sect captured the key members of the Bai family, Master Zhang Ying’s true identity would be revealed.

Once Zhang Ying was implicated as Zhang Rongfang, everything of Zhang Ying’s current identity would be ruined.

Because Zhang Rongfang’s origins were barbarian, not Zhang Ying’s Northern People.

Moreover, if it involved Zhang Xuan and his son’s details...

Master Zhang Ying’s identity would immediately become that of a traitor!

Qingsu slowly retreated. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Mokamo Road advanced step by step.

The two moved continuously, one retreating, the other closing in.

Suddenly, Mokamo Road halted, raised his head, slightly turned it backward.

Unexpectedly, there was someone behind him.

A burly figure taller and more robust than him.

Though robust himself, this person’s physique was even stronger.

The figure was draped in a ragged gray cloak, covering the whole body.

Except for the face, which was masked in black.

Just like Qingsu and other members of the Golden Wing Pavilion.

The evening wind blew, the cloak fluttered, rustling sharply.

"..."

"....."

In that moment, Mokamo Road locked eyes with the other.

In the deep black pupils, his reflection was clearly visible.

*Woosh.*

Suddenly the cloak opened, blown away by the wind.

Mokamo Road’s eyes suddenly narrowed, the figure beneath the cloak vanished in a blink.

His left side scalp tingled.

In urgency, he raised his arm swiftly, bent his elbow, and defended!

*Boom!!!*

Like a heavy hammer, a crushing leg smashed into his right forearm elbow.

The fierce impact shredded his sleeve, scattering it.

Mokamo Road instantly lost balance, his body flew sideways, crashing into a residential wall with a thud, dust falling from the wall.

He felt numbness in his arm, almost losing sensation. His body ached on one side, symptoms of overloading.

He lowered his head abruptly.

*Pff!*

A large hand brushed his scalp harshly, piercing the wall behind him.

"Damn it, a high-grade expert!!!? Not your average high-grade either!!"

All he wanted to do at the moment was curse. After all the intelligence gathered by the sect, this time there was a flaw!

He ambushed others but ended up being ambushed again!

Full defense couldn’t block, how could there be any fight??

If it were an ambush, perhaps there would be a chance.

But now...!