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Chapter 154: Chapter 147 Bei Le, Dead! (Subscription Requested)

This sentence was almost roared out by Bei Le, who glared at Chen Yuan with sheer fury in his eyes, filled with murderous intent. Throughout the entirety of West City in Nanling, who dared to touch Bei Le?

Upon hearing this, Chen Yuan involuntarily thought of the next line of verse.

However, he did not utter it, as it was indeed inappropriate for the occasion.

“Slap.”

Chen Yuan slapped Bei Le across the face, sending him tumbling to the ground after rolling several times, his eyes filled with disbelief.

“What do you consider yourself, daring to obstruct the Heavenly Patrol Bureau from handling their case?”

“The Heavenly Patrol Bureau?”

Bei Le’s gaze turned chilly as he quickly stood up, pointing at Chen Yuan:

“You dare represent the Heavenly Patrol Bureau? You’re just a mere Heavenly Patrol Guard and yet you dare to hit me? Do you believe you can leave Tingyu Pavilion alive?”

Under normal circumstances, an addled-minded Bei Le would not dare to insult a member of the Heavenly Patrol Bureau like this. But now, especially after being slapped in front of everyone,

his rage surged uncontrollably.

The spectators ate melons, vaguely detecting mockery and schadenfreude on their faces.

Even his vision blurred a bit, feeling as if the slap had actually hit him near the eye.

“Heh, this envoy really doesn’t believe it!”

Chen Yuan’s expression remained indifferent.

“Good… good… Break his legs for me, let him know the might of Lord Bei Le!” Bei Le ordered, picking up a long knife and commanding a few of his servants to attack together.

His mind was in disarray, yet there was still a trace of clarity. He knew that the opponent was from the government, thus he ordered his men to cripple rather than kill him!

In full view of the public, crippling a man of the Heavenly Patrol Bureau was very different from killing him, and he believed his father could settle it.

The servants hesitated slightly.

When the people beside him heard the title ‘this envoy’, they were startled, realizing that the opponent was a Heavenly Patrol Envoy, not just a regular Heavenly Patrol Guard, and quickly stopped Bei Le.

“Old Bei, don’t act rashly!”

“He is a Heavenly Patrol Envoy!”

“Bei…”

Before they could finish speaking, Bei Le, brandishing his knife, had already charged close to Chen Yuan. Shouted at by everyone, he sobered up a bit, and then, he saw a triumphant smile on the man’s face.

The next moment.

“Splurch!”

The blade sank into flesh, and Bei Le’s head instantly hit the ground, rolling several feet away like a soccer ball, until in the end, all he saw were pairs of legs.

Then, his consciousness vanished completely.

Young Master of the Bei Family, Bei Le was dead!

Glancing at the blood-stained severed head, Chen Yuan’s heart sneered.

So much for Lord Bei Le,

Damn, he’s been gone since morning!

The hall of Tingyu Pavilion fell deadly silent; one could hear a pin drop.

With a “snap”, someone’s hand faltered, and a melon skin fell to the ground.

They had truly become… onlookers.

They had witnessed the full process of Bei Le’s death.

With one slash,

just one, everything was over.

“Daring to obstruct the Heavenly Patrol Bureau in carrying out its duty, and even taking the initiative to attack this envoy, the crime deserves death!” Chen Yuan spoke with frosty righteousness.

He was not afraid of Bei Haisheng; otherwise, he would not have directly killed Bei Le, but… finding a suitable justification for oneself is always needed.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, everyone could clearly see that it was Bei Le who had drawn his sword first.

To execute him was beyond reproach.

With this thought, Chen Yuan glanced at Yan Qing, who pretended as if nothing was wrong. The maneuver he used to slap Bei Le came from a hallucinogenic drug obtained from Yan Qing, which could cloud one’s mind for a short period.

What he had learned from that Tang Sect master wasn’t only the art of throwing knives but also the skill of using poison.

“May I ask the name of this… this gentleman?”

A young man in luxurious clothing sitting at the same table as Bei Le asked with a bow.

“This envoy is Chen Yuan!”

He said indifferently.

But his name, once uttered, again rendered the whole hall silent for a moment.

Then whispers followed.

“Is that Chen Yuan?”

“The one who got listed on the Hidden Dragon List a few days ago?”

“So young.”

“No wonder he could slay Bei Le with one strike, turns out he’s the genius of the Hidden Dragon List.”

The questioner was taken aback:

“So you are Patrol Envoy Chen in person, I am Su Zhe… my apologies.”

“No offense taken.”

Chen Yuan waved it off, completely indifferent to the bloodstains on the ground, and slowly sat down in front of several people, where peanuts, edamame, and sunflower seeds were still laid out.

Watching Chen Yuan, who appeared as if nothing had troubled him, Su Zhe pursed his lips and said quietly:

“Patrol Envoy Chen, the man you just killed was the only son of the Changle Gang’s Deputy Gang Leader Bei Haisheng. Isn’t that a bit…”

“Obstructing the Heavenly Patrol Bureau in carrying out its duty, this envoy treats everyone the same, no matter who they are. What… do you have an opinion?”

“No… not at all.”

Su Zhe immediately shook his head, then bowed and took his leave, and the others beside him did the same, daring not to stay by Chen Yuan’s side, fearful he might suddenly turn the blade on them too.

Who would they complain to then?

The servants that Bei Le had brought looked at each other and glanced at the corpse on the ground. They did not dare to approach and hurriedly run off, and Yue Shan and the others did not stop them.

As people started leaving, the individuals in the hall became panicked and hurriedly dispersed; some even stepped on melon skins and fell head over heels.

In just a short moment, Tingyu Pavilion was left with only the girls, the previous delicate lady, and the melon seller, with no outsiders present.

The old madam hid to one side, daring not to show herself, shivering in fear.

Her heart was bitter. How did these killers from the Heavenly Patrol Bureau end up bringing their troubles to her doorstep?

This place was a brothel, not a fighting arena.

Yue Shan and his companions glanced at the dead heads on the ground, laughing with eyes full of satisfaction and relief. This scoundrel, who had done much evil, had finally met his end.

Damn, that was invigorating!

The Gang Leader was indeed ruthless, not wasting words, and acted immediately once his goal was achieved.

Yue Shan and the others, smiles on their faces, sat next to Chen Yuan. Looking at the table full of fruits and a watermelon cut in half, Yue Shan chuckled and pushed a plate full of edamame towards Chen Yuan, saying,

“Gang Leader, would you care for some edamame?”

Upon hearing this, Chen Yuan slightly stunned, edamame?

Weren’t edamame seized a long time ago?

Then, he turned around, took a light breath of relief, and realized it was just edamame…

He had thought that the previous event he watched… had been discovered.

“Why eat edamame when it’s leftovers from others? Let’s have some melon instead.”

Yan Qing swiftly sliced the watermelon on the table.

After just one bite, he frowned and said,

“Such a large melon, why isn’t it ripe enough?”

“Diese Bei Le, can’t even ensure a ripe melon?”

The group debated.

Meanwhile, Chen Yuan turned his gaze to the young couple hugging each other and said faintly,

“Come here.”

The couple looked at each other and walked tremblingly nearer, then ‘thump’ fell to their knees and kowtowed,

“Thank you, Gang Leader, for taking charge for us!”

“I was pursuing the whereabouts of the demon from the No-Life Sect, not really taking charge for you.”

“Now, since I suspect you have connections with the demon from the No-Life Sect, go stay in the jail for a few days,” said Chen Yuan, pausing for a moment before adding,

“If you leave now, you may invite retaliation.”

It was uncertain whether Bei Haisheng would direct his anger at them, but if they wanted to be safe, they might as well stay at the Heavenly Patrol Bureau for a few days.

“Thank you, Gang Leader, thank you, Gang Leader…”

The young man repeatedly kowtowed, understanding the implications in Chen Yuan’s words.

Later, under Yue Shan’s questioning, the young man shared their harrowing experience. They were citizens near Prefecture City; their parents had died from illness, and their dire home circumstances led them to try selling watermelons to aid their family’s finances,

only to be caught in the city due to Be Le’s intervention…

Listening to this, Chen Yuan remained silent.

He could only sigh, “The hemp rope always breaks at its weakest, affliction follows the unfortunate.”

…

…

Bei Residence.

Bei Haisheng was leisurely swaying on a rocking chair, slowly shaking his head, with a fan in one hand and a tea cup in the other, consistently sipping tea.

As the saying goes, good news boosts spirits.

A joyous event was soon to arrive in the Bei family, particularly his son’s joyous matter; how could Bei Haisheng not rejoice?

The Shen Family was almost in agreement, without any fear that Shen Kaishan would disagree.

His gaze slightly dim, he seemed to faintly see Bei Le, that scoundrel, kneeling by his side in tears, possibly vowing to turn over a new leaf and never act so recklessly again.

Bei Haisheng’s lips slightly curled, feeling somewhat pleased.

Ever since his wife had passed away, he had devoted all his thoughts to Bei Le, but perhaps due to a past head injury, regardless of how he disciplined him, he couldn’t change his son’s nature.

In the end, he had no choice but to let him be.

After all, he owed it to them both.

If it wasn’t for his forming enmities, which led their enemies to seek revenge, Bei Le, only five or six years old, would not have ended up with his meridians disabled and a severe head injury. Although his son was later successfully cured, it left lasting effects.

Feeling guilty towards Bei Le, the usually wise Bei Haisheng hence indulged him excessively.

But gradually…

Bei Haisheng began to regret it, wondering how such a worthless person could survive without his protection in the future.

Luckily he had chosen a good family for him.Now Bei Haisheng could only hope that after the marriage, Bei Le would become more composed and no longer as absurd as before.

It would also resolve one of his major worries.

After another sip of tea, Bei Haishi let out a sigh.

Suddenly,

a burst of frantic shouting came from outside the door.

Bei Haisheng frowned, ready to scold.

Soon after, the servants who had been following Bei Le rushed into the backyard. Seeing Bei Haisheng, their faces grew even more panicked.

‘Thump, thump,’ they knelt before Bei Haisheng.

“What’s the matter that you’re so frantic? Did someone attack the Bei residence?”

Bei Haisheng sat up from the rocking chair, his gaze sweeping over the servants with slight displeasure.

The servants looked at one another, one of them trembling slightly, whispered low,

“Master, it’s bad. The young master has had an accident!”

“What trouble has he caused now?”

Bei Haisheng asked reflexively.

In his mind, usually, at such times, that scoundrel would get into trouble and wouldn’t dare to come back himself, leaving his servants to come back and report.

“The young master… he’s been killed!”

“Crash.”

The teapot fell from Bei Haisheng’s hand.

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