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Time passed unnoticed, and five days later, in the transit station of Beiyuan City between the Capital of Huaxia and Liangzhou, Ye Huan appeared at the City Gate, looking disheveled and covered in dirt. Upon seeing the guards, he rushed towards them as if they were his saviors, shouting, "Help! Help! Someone is trying to kill me..."
The guards, puzzled by the sight of this beggar-like man, exchanged confused glances, unsure of what was happening. Before they could ask any questions, they noticed a group of over a hundred black-clad figures with masks approaching rapidly, armed with swords and knives. The guards instinctively tightened their grips on their spears and shouted, "Who goes there!"
Realizing the danger from the guards' actions, Ye Huan understood immediately that things had taken a turn for the worse. After days of continuous fleeing, he had a clear understanding of the strength of these black-clad pursuers. Although he didn't know why they were after him, their relentless determination to kill him made it clear that ordinary people stood no chance against them.
With a slight sigh, Ye Huan flipped his hand, revealing an M67 fragmentation grenade. He hurled it towards the approaching black figures and swiftly slipped inside the city gate, running deeper into the city.
Boom!
The deafening explosion sent many of the unprepared black-clad figures flying. Those who managed to evade the blast had bloodshot eyes as they fixated on Ye Huan's fleeing figure and hurried after him.
Once everyone had disappeared from Beiyuan City's entrance, the City Guard stared blankly at the crater left by the M67 grenade explosion and thought to themselves: 'What on earth are these people?'
Five days had passed since those black-clad figures began their relentless pursuit of Ye Huan. They were all elite warriors under Long Batian of the Royal Dragon Hall, each one a martial artist ranked Third Rank or higher within Dragon Hall. If it weren't for Ye Huan driving them mad with frustration, Long Batian would not have dispatched two hundred men to hunt down someone with only First Rank Summoner abilities.
Despite this, Dragon Hall suffered heavy losses during these five days. Many of their elite members either ended up with inexplicable holes in their heads or were sent skyward by Ye Huan's thrown "orbs."
The most infuriating part was that these orbs were sometimes hidden in inconspicuous corners, leading many Dragon Hall elites to lose their lives due to carelessness. After five days of pursuit, out of the two hundred warriors originally sent by Long Batian, fewer than a hundred remained.
"Catch him! Don't let him escape!" "Quick! You go that way to cut him off while we pursue..."
Once inside the city, upon seeing numerous winding alleys ahead, the black-clad pursuers grew frantic. They shouted loudly, causing many pedestrians to hurriedly retreat into their homes. In the distance, a large number of guards were rushing towards this direction after receiving news.
After twisting and turning through several alleyways until he felt dizzy himself, Ye Huan finally spotted an inn. Gritting his teeth, he dashed straight into it.
"Hey, sir, what can I get for you?"
At first glance of Ye Huan, the waiter at the inn immediately deduced through subtle observation that this person was undoubtedly wealthy. Even though he looked disheveled and his clothes were nothing but tattered rags, the fabric was clearly not something an ordinary person could afford.
"I need a room. Can you take me there now?" Wiping the fine beads of sweat from his forehead, Ye Huan smiled and pretended to be calm, though in his heart he wished the waiter would hurry and find him a place to hide.
The waiter glanced at Ye Huan's dirty appearance and offered an understanding smile. Turning around, he said, "Alright, please follow me!"
Soon, the waiter led Ye Huan to a room that was not very nice. Aside from a wooden bed, there was nothing else in the room. There was a basin of water for washing, which made Ye Huan look at the waiter with some confusion.
"I'm really sorry, sir. All our better rooms are full. This one may not be great, but at least it has a water source. Don't you need to clean up?" The waiter scratched his head apologetically and pointed to the copper mirror on the washstand.
Following the waiter's gesture, Ye Huan was taken aback when he saw his reflection. The dust covering him mixed with a few rags strategically placed over key areas was indeed a clear indication of his current state.
Nodding slightly and hesitating for a moment, Ye Huan took out a silver coin from his pocket and tossed it to the waiter. "I'll take this room. Also, please bring me some clothes. And if anyone asks about my appearance, just say you haven't seen me. Understand?"
"Yes, I understand." The waiter grinned widely, revealing a set of white teeth as he accepted the silver coin carefully before heading outside.
Once the waiter left, Ye Huan closed the door behind him and finally let out a sigh of relief. He wiped his face and lay down on the bed without even changing his clothes, still pondering who could have sent so many people after him. As he thought about it, Zhao Wujie's figure surfaced in his mind...
After a moment of silence, Ye Huan shook his head with a bitter smile, dismissing his own speculation. Zhao Wujie was a ruler; surely he wouldn't stoop to such underhanded tactics. But who else could it be?
Just as he struggled to make sense of who had sent those men in black after him, suddenly a commotion drifted through the only window in the room.
"Waiter, did you see a dusty-faced man come into your inn just now?" "No, I didn't..."
"Why are you trembling? Honestly, have you seen it or not? Otherwise, don't blame me if my knife isn't polite!"
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you..."
Upon hearing this conversation, Ye Huan could no longer lie down. With a sudden leap, he sprang from the bed and cautiously opened the door to peek outside. Seeing that there were no black-clad figures around, he swiftly darted into an adjacent guest room.
He pushed the door forcefully and, realizing it could be opened, quickly slipped inside. In his hand appeared a silver Desert Eagle.
Inside the room, a rather ugly fat man was sitting with his eyes closed in deep thought, dressed in a light gray robe issued by the Royal Capital Mage Association. Upon noticing someone intruding, he grabbed a nearby staff and warily asked Ye Huan, "Who are you?"
Noticing the prominent Royal Capital Mage Association emblem on the man's clothing, Ye Huan hesitated for a moment before responding, "Don't misunderstand me; I am from the Ye Family of the Royal Capital. Someone is trying to kill me, so I need to borrow your room to hide for a while."
As he spoke, Ye Huan remained on high alert, aiming the Desert Eagle at the fat man's large head. He was certain that if the man dared to shout loudly, his head would explode in the next second!
"Ye Family?" The fat man's expression grew serious upon hearing Ye Huan's claim. He set his staff aside and waved his hand toward Ye Huan, indicating a corner behind the bed curtain. He whispered, "If you don't mind, you can hide there for now. I'll handle any situation that arises."
Knock knock knock...
The sound of hurried footsteps echoed outside the room. Ye Huan couldn't care less whether the fat man was sincere or not; without hesitation, he slipped behind the bed curtain along the gap between the bed and wall. He peered through a small opening in the curtain, anxious that those black-clad figures might search this room.
As expected, after some commotion from the adjacent room, there came a knock at the door of the fat man's guest room. Ye Huan's heart raced as he gripped the Desert Eagle tightly, his palms sweating profusely.
This was Beiyuan City. Compared to outside the city where he could recklessly throw a grenade without concern, inside the city there were many innocent civilians. Ye Huan did not want to see so many innocents blown up alongside those black-clad men.
"What’s going on?"
The Fat Mage opened the door to the guest room, and two men in black immediately appeared in Ye Huan's line of sight. The chubby man cautiously inquired, displaying just the right amount of concern one would expect from a normal person in such a situation.
Seeing the robe worn by the Fat Mage, the black-clad men, unsure of his background, dared not act too recklessly. The leader among them politely asked, "Excuse me, has anyone come in here?"
"Has anyone come in? Impossible! I am a mage, a noble mage! If someone had come in, how could I not have noticed?" The Fat Mage raised his voice slightly, and a hint of disdain flickered in his eyes as he looked at the men in black, conveying that no one had entered the room.
Noticing the Fat Mage's growing irritation and considering the special status of a mage, the leader of the black-clad men chose not to press further. After glancing around the empty room that showed no signs of hiding anyone, he waved his hand and hurriedly led his subordinates away.
Once the door was securely closed again, the Fat Mage quickly approached the bed and coldly said to Ye Huan's position, "Come out! Tell me what’s going on here!"
Confirming that the men in black had left, Ye Huan awkwardly stepped out from behind the bed curtain and recounted everything that had happened since leaving the royal capital until entering Beiyuan City. He did not hide any details; whether or not the Fat Mage believed him was no longer his concern.
As expected, after Ye Huan finished speaking, two small eyes blinked rapidly on the Fat Mage's plump face, almost as if 'unbelievable' was written all over it.
Shaking his head in disbelief, Ye Huan suddenly remembered that this chubby man had helped him significantly, yet he didn’t even know his name. He hurriedly asked, "By the way, what is your name?"
"Tian Chuxing. You can call me Weiyang," he replied while picking up his staff from the bed and striking a casual pose.
However, the name Weiyang did not match his appearance at all, giving Ye Huan an odd feeling as if flowers were being placed in cow dung…
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