Chapter 9 Letters of Commission

"Gong Ziyu... will not let you go..."

When he said this, Blood Bat No.8's eyes bore no fear of death, for his fear had long been wholly occupied by a person wearing a bronze mask. His eyes were filled with intense mockery, as though laughing at the fate soon to be faced by Qingxu.

"Mysterious bluff!" Qingxu swiftly drew the long sword that had pierced through Blood Bat No.8. The blade was not stained with a trace of blood—it must be a fine sword.

"Senior brother." A crisp voice rang out, and three figures leapt into the courtyard from beyond the surrounding wall. It was Qingzhou and two others.

"Senior brother, I'm useless. I let that person hiding outside escape," apologised Qingzhou.

"Eldest senior brother, it's not Qingzhou senior brother's fault. It's all because Chen Qinglin and I held him back..." As Qingling spoke, she sharply tugged at Chen Qinglin's sleeve, gesturing for him to speak.