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"I didn't say that. I just mentioned that I originally didn't intend to leave any survivors. As for whether I want to leave any now, I didn't actually say, but I've always believed that only the mouths of the dead are the most serious." The big-eyed man squinted, and a bloodthirsty killing intent shone through the narrow gap.
"It seems you're a killer?" Zhang Yang smiled.
"You two shouldn't be just watching. I took out a lot of time to chat with Wang Tie, hoping you two would leave in the middle, but you both really are something. Wang Tie died because he knew too much, so he couldn't be left alive." The big man laughed.
"Is Wang Tie's death related to that White Leopard you mentioned?" Zhang Yang asked.
"Actually, it has nothing to do with it. I just wanted to keep a backup plan in case a survivor suspected my motives. This way, someone would spread the word that Wang Tie's death was because of White Leopard, and someone would come seeking revenge." The big man said, suddenly showing a puzzled expression. "Huh, why did I tell you two so much?"
"Because you see us as dead men," Wings suddenly said coldly. "You're one of those Black Water Organization people, aren't you?"
"You know quite a bit. People who know too much usually don't live long." The big man looked at his hands, his big eyes blinking. "Seeing that you understand so much, I really want to tell you more."
"What kind of organization is Black Water?" Zhang Yang suddenly asked.
"On the surface, it's a killer organization, but I've never heard of it serving anyone; they kill with specific targets. Moreover, no one has ever seen the real members of this organization because those who see them are all dead," Wings replied.
"So are we going to die today?" Zhang Yang asked.
"According to this fat guy's thinking, it seems so," Wings said as he slowly drew out Ethereal Iron Feather from his waist.
"Winged Fire Serpent?" The big man suddenly gasped. "You are Wings?"
"It seems you don't have the confidence to kill me," Wings suddenly smiled.
"I do have a chance, I just didn't expect that coming to kill Wang Tie today would lead me to encounter you. Zhang Yang will make me waste a lot of energy. Before killing Wang Tie, I only had two roasted chickens, a pork knuckle, two braised lion's heads, and a basket of soup dumplings. It really is a bit lacking," the fat man said with a somewhat helpless expression.
"Damn, can't you eat something vegetarian?" Zhang Yang interjected.
"I hate eating vegetables," the fat man replied, his eyes suddenly sharpening. It seemed he was ready to make a move.
"He's about to attack; why don't you let me handle it?" Zhang Yang said to Wings.
"I haven't faced a master in a long time; I want to give it a try. If you kill him in one shot, it won't be fun," Wings replied.
"How do you know I would kill him? I'm very patient right now," Zhang Yang shook his head. "Alright, if you want to try, go ahead. But I warn you, this guy practices some tricky techniques; he's not easy to deal with."
The fat man suddenly showed a look of surprise as he realized that this short-haired, pale-faced kid was the real master, and his casual remark about being "very patient" was definitely not a joke.
While the fat man hesitated, Wings let out a loud shout and charged forward. Ethereal Iron Feather transformed into sparkling starlight, enveloping the fat man like a torrential rain.
Unexpectedly, the fat man suddenly drew a shiny belt from his waist and met Wings' Ethereal Iron Feather head-on. Sparks flew as they collided.
Upon closer inspection, it wasn't actually a belt but rather a Mian Dao. Wrapped around his waist, it felt soft like leather; when drawn out and shaken in the wind, it became incredibly hard.
The two seemed evenly matched, exchanging blows for over half an hour without either gaining the upper hand.
"Stop!" Zhang Yang suddenly shouted, slashing his palm through the air. A fierce force suddenly sliced through the space between Wings and the fat man like a blade. Both Ethereal Iron Feather and Mian Dao rang out with clanging sounds before this force transformed into a shockwave that pushed both Wings and the fat man back several steps.
Wings paused slightly, beads of sweat already forming on his forehead. The fat man was also panting heavily, propping himself up with Mian Dao, and suddenly said, "The Winged Fire Serpent truly lives up to its reputation."
Zhang Yang said, "Let me ask you now, which organization does Black Water belong to? If you tell me, I'll let you go."
The fat man sneered disdainfully, "A soldier can be killed but not humiliated. I certainly cannot disclose the specific operations of Black Water."
"Operations, huh?" Zhang Yang laughed. "Alright, you can leave. We won't mention today's incident; it's pointless." He had no prior acquaintance with the organization Black Water and naturally did not want to create more enemies.
When he was forcefully separated earlier, the fat man became even more certain that he was definitely no match for Zhang Yang. After thinking for a moment and seeing that Zhang Yang had said he wouldn't speak of it, he put away his Mian Dao and said, "We'll meet again." With that, he walked out of the bar leisurely.
Zhang Yang and Wings also quickly left.
In the night, the bar was eerily silent, and a faint smell of blood drifted out onto the street.
"This situation is getting more and more chaotic. By the way, how much do you know about Black Water?" Zhang Yang asked Wings.
"Actually, I've always suspected that this organization serves government departments," Wings replied. "I've never heard of them charging for their services."
"Oh," Zhang Yang responded lightly.
"What are we planning to do next?" Wings asked again.
"Let's head back to Guma Town and take a break for a while," Zhang Yang said. "You go about your business; I won't be going out easily."
"I don't have anything going on lately either. Alright, let's do that," Wings said as he accelerated the car.
At this moment, neither of them paid attention to the vehicle behind them. In a small truck about a hundred meters away, the fat man pulled out several hundred-dollar bills and handed them to the driver. "Which direction is that car in front going?"
“Border, Guma Town,” the driver said.
“Alright. You don’t need to follow me anymore, just take me to the station,” the fat man closed his eyes.
Upon arriving at the bus station in Wenli City, the fat man took a bus to the provincial capital of Linan Province, Ming Province, and then went to Mingzhou Airport to book a flight to Shanzhou.
After arriving in Shanzhou, a black business vehicle was already waiting.
The fat man smiled at the driver and got into the passenger seat of the business vehicle. He casually turned his head and saw a person in the back seat, startled, “Shui Ge? Why did you come in person?”
The person referred to as Shui Ge by the fat man was none other than Shen Qingshui, the leader of the Black Water Organization. He was a man in his thirties with a thick Little Mustache on his upper lip and wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. “I happened to be free and wanted to talk with you. Shall we chat while we eat?”
“Sure, Shui Ge,” the fat man nodded in agreement.
“Shui Ge, I encountered a bit of an unexpected situation this time. Wang Tie has been dealt with, but I ran into another expert,” the fat man pondered for a moment before speaking to Shen Qingshui.
“Alright, let’s discuss it in detail at the hotel.” A hint of surprise flashed in Shen Qingshui's eyes, but his expression remained calm and his voice steady.
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