Chapter 31: It’s Actually Yuan Chenyang’s Student?
The crimson war chariots around had already stopped, and exploration guards fully armed got off one after another, silently spreading to every corner of the camp, with crimson single-soldier combat armor covering their entire bodies.
“Tsk, Director Zhou’s prestige is far-reaching.” Yuan Chenyang was still nearby, speaking in a neither yin nor yang tone.
“Cough…” Glancing at the expressionless Zhang Hongbo, Zhou Xian dry-coughed twice.
Hu Xiang then reacted, hurriedly turning to look at Zhang Hongbo, respectfully asking: “City Lord, why have you come.”
Zhang Hongbo’s tone was flat, “Received news that the fortress guards in A2 area have lost contact. I’m afraid you might be in danger.”
“Fortress guards lost contact!” Hu Xiang was startled, suddenly realizing: “No wonder we’ve been attacked twice in a row.”
“Handled well…” Zhang Hongbo now looked at the piled corpses in the distance, slightly surprised,
“Green Scaled Lion Pack? The leader should be a second order mutant, right? Not only repelled them, but inflicted such heavy casualties. Captain Hu, you’re hiding your abilities well.”
The others couldn’t help but look at the stacked corpses on one side of the camp. Yuan Chenyang and Zhou Xian’s expressions both changed involuntarily, showing worry.
Hu Xiang’s heart stirred, and he smiled bitterly: “City Lord has sharp eyes. That leader was indeed a second order mutant, but these corpses were also thanks to the help of students from South Wind Academy, especially…”
“No need to be so modest.” Zhang Hongbo waved his hand to interrupt, not taking it to heart. He knew full well what those students were capable of.
Hu Xiang was anxious inside. He wanted Zhang Hongbo to be curious about what happened, so he could throw Su Chen out, and then Zhou Xian wouldn’t be able to make trouble later.
But who knew this city lord seemed to have no interest in the details.
“What are the casualties?” Yuan Chenyang couldn’t help but ask.
Hu Xiang said helplessly: “Twelve lightly injured… seven seriously injured… one dead.”
“Sigh…” Zhang Hongbo sighed, “Do a good job comforting the family. They are all heroes of the city patrol guards.”
“The dead one isn’t a city patrol guard.” Hu Xiang lowered his head, his throat rolling.
“Not a city patrol guard, a student?” Zhang Hongbo’s gaze sharpened, but he shook his head and sighed: “Can’t blame you. The fortress guards losing contact was something no one expected.”
“Which student died? I’ll personally go comfort the family.” He asked.
Hu Xiang then slowly raised his head, his gaze passing over Zhang Hongbo.
Zhou Xian saw the look directed at him, and his heart skipped a beat, immediately having a bad premonition.
“It’s Zhou Zong…” Hu Xiang difficultly said the name.
“What!?” Zhou Xian’s pupils contracted, blazing lightning burst out from his body, thunder exploded above the camp, illuminating his twisted face.
“What did you say!?” He stared deadly at Hu Xiang, his roar like thunder booming, “My son was just one step away from being a professional, not an ordinary person. With so many inferior to him not dying, why did he have to die.”
“Hu Xiang, did you do it on purpose!?”
As the words fell, the sky suddenly lit up, a bolt of lightning like a divine arrow tore through the mist, smashing toward the other.
“Stop!”
Zhang Hongbo appeared beside Hu Xiang, and with just a raise of his hand, the lightning sank into his palm, vanishing without a trace.
“City Lord!” Zhou Xian roared in fury, his hair flying, like a mad old lion, arcs of electricity agitating in his eyes.
“I said, stop!” Zhang Hongbo’s eyes showed no ripples.
In the end, reason suppressed Zhou Xian. The electric arcs around gradually receded, and he panted roughly like an old ox, his pupils filled with bloodshot veins.
Once he calmed down, Zhang Hongbo’s tone softened: “There will be an explanation for this matter, but if you kill Hu Xiang, how can he explain?”
Rustling sounds came from around, and people came out of the tents one after another. The earlier commotion had woken quite a few, and some hadn’t slept at all.
“Princ, Principal!?”
Some students burst into tears on the spot, as if finding their backbone.
“It’s okay now.” Zhang Hongbo gently comforted, low sobs connecting into a piece.
Zhou Xian’s voice was hoarse, “Where is my son’s corpse.”
Hu Xiang sighed even more, pointing to a tent in the distance.
Zhang Hongbo nodded inwardly. Hu Xiang had done well in this regard, arranging a separate tent for the corpse.
Zhou Xian walked in with a grief-stricken expression.
But he rushed out in the next instant, his face skin trembling, staring deadly at Hu Xiang, eyes bulging in rage, grinding his teeth: “This, whose tent is this!”
At the bottom of his eyes, there was a deeply hidden panic.
There were still many daily necessities inside, clearly not specially for placing a corpse.
Zhang Hongbo looked at Hu Xiang, the corner of his eye twitching slightly.
The students who had come out exchanged glances, their eyes communicating.
“Mine.” A clear voice rang out, and Zhou Xian’s gaze instantly locked onto the source.
“It’s you!!” Zhou Xian roared in anger.
Su Chen’s heart stirred slightly. This guy actually knows me? Even with a little conflict with his son, someone like him wouldn’t necessarily pay attention.
Yuan Chenyang raised an eyebrow. It was this little guy; he still had some impression.
He couldn’t figure out the current situation and didn’t speak rashly. The corpse appearing in this little guy’s tent was already very strange.
Sigh, this is his tent, so where did he come out from?
Wait!
Yuan Chenyang’s eyes bulged, seeing Bai Fengxi walking out of the tent right after Su Chen.
“Little Bai!?” He widened his eyes, his gaze toward Su Chen turning hostile.
“Teacher!”
However, before Yuan Chenyang’s thoughts settled, he saw the kid looking at him solemnly.
Teacher? Who? Who is his teacher?
Yuan Chenyang looked around left and right, as if only he was left.
This kid, diverting disaster to the east?
Yuan Chenyang was no fool; he immediately realized the kid’s intent, and his slight fondness vanished into smoke.
He couldn’t help but sneer inwardly. He could fool Little Bai, but could he fool me?
“He’s your man!?” Facing Zhou Xian’s suppressed fury and Zhang Hongbo’s suspicious gaze.
The words Yuan Chenyang was about to scold got stuck in his throat, because the kid in front of him pulled out a thin “iron piece” emitting faint light with countless symbols flowing nonstop, holding it in front of him, and said solemnly: “Mission accomplished!”
Zhang Hongbo’s gaze suddenly deepened, and Zhou Xian’s body stiffened.
“Holy Word Stone!” Yuan Chenyang’s expression changed drastically, staring deadly at the thing in the other’s hand.
That was exactly the item stolen from South Wind Academy, the thing they couldn’t find even after cutting the thief into mincemeat–the Holy Word Stone!
“By your order, I secretly investigated among the city patrol guards and have finally found this thing, as entrusted.”
This thing is actually called Holy Word Stone; it doesn’t look like a stone at all, Su Chen muttered inwardly, but his voice was loud enough for everyone to hear.
Hu Xiang blinked, stunned. Does that guy called Qi Chuan know about this?
The other students’ eyes spun, Su Chen is also Yuan Chenyang’s student? No wonder, no wonder…
“Who is your teacher” those words stuck in Yuan Chenyang’s throat, impossible to say.
The importance of this thing to him was self-evident. Now, he had an explanation for Ying Feng’s side.
And what Su Chen said was very clever. This way, he wasn’t fooled by the thief, but instead shrewd and steady, having noticed the anomaly early and laid a thousand-mile trap.
The price was bearing Zhou Xian’s fury.
He looked at the guy in front of him, his gaze passing over him to Bai Fengxi behind, who nodded imperceptibly.
“Good kid.” Yuan Chenyang suddenly laughed, stepping forward and gripping Su Chen’s shoulder hard, saying heavily: “Worthy of being… my student!”
Su Chen’s mouth twitched; his bones felt like they were about to crack.
This kid’s body… not bad, already a professional? Yuan Chenyang was quite surprised.
“Well done, Chenyang, laying a thousand-mile trap. Worthy of being South Wind City’s Minister of Inspection.” Zhang Hongbo’s gaze moved back from the Holy Word Stone, praising.
“What does this have to do with my son’s corpse being in your tent!” Zhou Xian said coldly, but everyone noticed his fury seemed to have diminished quite a bit.
“Because this thing was found on Zhou Zong.” Su Chen’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was like a thunderclap.
Yuan Chenyang, who was verifying the item’s authenticity, suddenly looked up, staring at Su Chen, sharp light almost bursting from his eyes, “You can’t talk nonsense about this.”
