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Chapter 278: Chapter 129 Chen Jie: My Lady, You Are Mad Enough (10,000 Words for Subscription)_5

Luckily, this woman usually didn’t cause trouble and was kind to others.

Master Jingxiang saw that Huang Wan’er insisted on watching, so she let her watch.

But she had to protect her safety, and at that moment, Master Jingxiang leapt onto the top of the wall.

At that moment, they could see two people confronting each other in the darkness, although they didn’t know who the strong adversaries were, Master Jingxiang still asked, “Who are you, coming to Jixiang Temple in the middle of the night?”

Hearing this, Chen Jie said, “We, from the Fishing Guild’s White Tiger Hall, are handling some affairs here, I hope Master will forgive our disturbance.”

Upon hearing that it was the Fishing Guild, Master Jingxiang relaxed a bit and said, “Oh, it’s the brothers from the Fishing Guild. Fortunately, your guild leader’s wife is here in the temple for spiritual cultivation, I hope it does not involve the temple!”

Chen Jie and Zheng Chuan were both startled.

The guild leader’s wife, Nan Batian’s wife?

The two simultaneously turned their heads and saw the head of a beautiful woman emerging from the top of the wall.

The woman looked at the two in the darkness with a calm expression.

She was extremely beautiful.

Zheng Chuan smiled and said, “I didn’t expect to encounter the guild leader’s wife here.”

Chen Jie said, “Indeed, but it has nothing to do with you and me, Second Brother, let’s go back, you need to explain the situation about Fourth Brother to Father and to the guild members.”

“Hehe, what’s there to explain? Fourth Brother was in my way, so I had to kill him. It was only natural, no need to say more.”

Chen Jie frowned and looked at Zheng Chuan, “Just because of that, you disregarded brotherly affection and took him out covertly? Fourth Brother had no defenses against you, otherwise, how could you have succeeded in one strike? Don’t you feel any guilt at all?”

“Guilt?” A fleeting look of loss appeared on Zheng Chuan’s face, but it quickly turned into a scornful laugh, “Hahaha…ha ha ha…guilt, why the hell should I feel guilty? Fourth Brother was just stupid, as stupid as Father.”

“Colluding with rebels, trafficking in ironware, how grievous are these crimes?”

“Equivalent to treason, extermination of the entire clan!”

“When he discovered this, guess what he suggested? He wanted me to go confess to Father, and whatever the fault, he would share it with me.”

“Share it, haha, listen to how stupid that sounds. These are beheading matters. How would sharing it with me save me from death?”

“And to report to Father, isn’t Peng Shizhong afraid of dying? If he wasn’t afraid, why did he report Nan Batian years ago, which led to Nan Batian being stabbed three times and creating a rift among brothers, eventually leading to the death of his favorite younger female disciple?”

“Hahaha…it’s all damn hypocrisy, all damn beasts, still asking me to confess? If I confess, I’m dead!”

“Fourth Brother was naive, really thought there would be brotherly respect and deep father-son affection, it’s all just using each other.”

“Peng Shizhong used us to consolidate the power of White Tiger Hall, and we used Peng Shizhong’s reputation to enhance our own forces, mutual use, what feelings to talk about!”

“When disaster strikes, each will fly on their own, could I let Peng Shizhong know that I sold ironware to the rebels?”

“Wouldn’t he then use my head to clear his own involvement by giving it to Darugachi?”

“I’m not going to gamble my life on Peng Shizhong’s character.”

“So, you killed Fourth Brother! You killed a brother who trusted you so much!”

Chen Jie narrowed his eyes at Zheng Chuan, and at that moment, Zheng Chuan looked back at Chen Jie saying, “Chen Jiusi, you’re not a fool, would you share all your secrets with your brothers?”

“Would you let someone who knows secrets that could cost you your head keep living?”

“Do you dare to bet?”

Zheng Chuan stared at Chen Jie.

Chen Jie kept silent, did he dare to bet?

He actually didn’t dare to bet, who would dare?

But did it have to be so extreme to kill when someone found out?

Chen Jie felt he probably wouldn’t be so ruthless, more likely he’d drag his brother into it, “I sold ironware to the rebels, so you might as well sell with me, brother.” Then it’s a beheading offense for both and not much about secrets anymore.

Actually, this question really stumped Chen Jie.

He wasn’t bipolar, didn’t see the world in black and white.

In fact, there was no right or wrong in this world, just the collision of interests.

All along the way, he couldn’t claim he was always right.

Because from Yu Biao and Feng San’s perspective, he was also bad.

He killed their sons, killed their brothers, were they wrong to kill him?

No wrong!

Can familial revenge be ignored?

Then where was the mistake?

The mistake was in conflicting interests, relative positions.

Actually, there’s no right or wrong in this world, just conflicts of interest. Chen Jie couldn’t guarantee that what he did was right, all he could do was to ensure a clear conscience.

From Zheng Chuan’s perspective, maybe he wasn’t wrong.

But since he killed Chen Jie’s good brother, as Chen Jie, he had to avenge Deng Guangming!

He wouldn’t sympathize with the enemy.

Because no matter how tragic the enemy’s situation, they were still the enemy, the one wanting your life, so…

Chen Jie aimed his spear at Zheng Chuan and said, “So, are you coming back with me?”

Upon hearing this, Zheng Chuan raised the knife in his hand and laughed, “That’s right, talk of good and evil, it’s just because I killed someone dear to you, and you want revenge, nothing more.”

“Killing me, you’re avenging your brother.”

“I kill you, it’s a fight for survival.”

“Spit, Chen Jiusi, I’ve long disliked you, come fight!”

After saying this, Zheng Chuan aimed his long knife at Chen Jie.

He held a Straight Blade Ring Head Knife, which actually resembled a sword with its straight blade and single sharpened edge.

The knife was three feet, two inches, and one part long, forged from hundred-refined steel, repeatedly folded to form.