Chapter 1311: Chapter 53: Heavenly King Flute [Double-Length] (Part 3)

Fang Che’s face was dark. "That’s why this situation appeared, so that bastard Duan Erpi can be bold enough to circle around right in front of us."

"He has only one goal: to make us strike. They won’t even fight back, but they will massacre civilians in large numbers! That’s their real purpose."

Fang Che’s train of thought suddenly cleared.

"And this is exactly the internal gap forced out by us continually killing people during this period. For the Weiwo Orthodox Southeast Headquarters, this is a win-or-lose game."

"But for us, it’s an opportunity."

"Was a plan like this arranged by that so‑called Number One Young Master of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect?"

Feng Xiangdong frowned and sent a voice transmission: "If that’s the case, then this Number One Young Master is really not easy to deal with."

Fang Che pondered deeply. "Not necessarily... If it was arranged by Feng Yun, then the follow‑up would be even harder to control, and if it were Feng Yun’s setup, he probably wouldn’t leave us any opening... So, let’s take it One Step at a time and see, and first lure them out."

A layer of cold sweat seeped out on Fang Che’s forehead.

Because... he’d almost really fallen for it.

The other side’s move was practically an open conspiracy.

"Hurry up and eat."

Ye Meng frowned. "Should I go back first?"

"You going back first might be even more dangerous."

Fang Che’s eyes flickered. "The problem now is... they’re even more eager than we are to see us make a move. So if we try to leave, they’ll instead follow us."

Since he had already seen through this setup, Fang Che could now read the situation as if it were a blazing fire.

His mind grew clear as glass.

The initiative was once again back in his hands.

"Don’t rush. Since they want to play, tonight we might as well play along with them." A cold, sinister light flashed in Fang Che’s eyes.

Duan Erpi wandered around outside four or five times, only to find he was like a ball of air; that bunch of Patrol cultivators didn’t so much as glance at him.

This was ridiculous!

Duan Erpi forced down the urge to scratch his head and went back to the private room.

"How is it?" The four asked in unison.

"They didn’t notice me at all... What the fuck..."

Duan Erpi scratched his head hard, his eyes full of swirls. "The fuck... could it be that my profile was never exposed in the first place?"

"Impossible! You’re definitely the first one to have been exposed!"

The four shook their heads together.

On this point they were absolutely sure.

"Could it be they simply didn’t detect you?" someone suggested.

"Impossible."

A thin elder who had been silent all this time spoke, his face gloomy. "A lapse like that might occur in anyone, but there is absolutely no way eight people would all slip up at the same time like this!"

"Each one of them is a genius, each one from a big family, each one battle‑hardened, each one with extraordinary spiritual sense! Eight of them all overlooking you together?"

"Wouldn’t happen even if the heavens fell!"

"They must have detected our intentions, so they don’t want to make a move in a crowded place like this."

"But they definitely won’t give up either. So in a bit they’ll surely think of a way to lure us out." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

They were all old hands of the Jianghu; as for Fang Che’s intentions, they were just as clear.

But the situation now was this: Fang Che had to catch them; and they, for their part, had to stir up some noise—either retaliate against Fang Che or slaughter civilians to vent their rage, in order to calm the hearts of the Qinglong Gang members.

Otherwise the fire of hatred would ignite.

If it couldn’t burn Fang Che, it would burn the Qinglong Gang itself. Once the situation spun out of control, the consequences would be unimaginable.

But if they only massacred civilians while Fang Che and the Life and Death Group weren’t present, it would be difficult to pin the shit‑pot on them. It would also deepen the civilians’ shared hatred and further boost Fang Che and the others’ prestige—this was something they did not want!

And this situation was one Fang Che and his people had forced out step by step, killing steadily from the bottom up.

Fang Che had always been sure of this: as long as he kept on killing, the Qinglong Gang would absolutely not be able to hold back.

The Southeast Headquarters’ Feng Yun could remain calm because it wasn’t his own skin on the line. To Feng Yun, the Qinglong Gang was just a disposable pawn.

A measly bargaining chip.

But for the Qinglong Gang, who were taking the brunt, what then?

Those were one living Human life after another; they could only watch helplessly as they awaited news of their people’s deaths, unable to do a thing!

What kind of feeling was that?

Both sides ate in tacit silence, no longer speaking loudly.

They were all waiting for something.

In the main hall, an ordinary‑looking middle‑aged man took off the bamboo hat from his head and set it aside. He ordered two small dishes and a pot of wine, eating Slowly.

There was a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

"He really does take after his mother in looks, but mostly he looks like me... which means I can’t use my original face; it’d stir up old memories."

"Truly worthy of being my seed... so damn handsome!"

At a nearby table, a few people were whispering about Fang Tu’s exploits. The middle‑aged man glanced over without changing his expression—these bastards were actually bad‑mouthing my son in secret? Should I beat them up?

The kid’s current situation is really not all that rosy; it’s hard to feel at ease.

Right now this brat must be itching to kill someone... that faintly explosive Evil Qi around him is just... tsk, really like me.

He had originally planned to just take a look at his son and leave, but in the end, he decided to stay a few more days.

He just couldn’t relax.

That old thief is definitely plotting something.

If worst comes to worst, I’ll chop him down and then leave... but my strength still hasn’t recovered to the point where I can chop him... this is fucking frustrating.

Right at that moment, a cold, sinister aura silently seeped into the Hongyun Restaurant.

The middle‑aged man frowned. This aura... feels a bit familiar.

...

Wenxin Moxiang Bookstore.

Emperor Ye’s Divine Sense swept through the surroundings.

"I don’t sense anyone who could pose a threat to you." Emperor Ye looked at Sikong Dou. "Do you have some kind of sequelae from being a thief?"