The Monarch Of Everlasting Night Chapter 295: The Ninth Lord's Fury - Novel Cool

Chapter 295: The Ninth Lord's Fury

Chapter 295: The Ninth Lord's Fury

Zhao Shanhe entered Dongfang Sansan's office, closed the door, set up a soundproof barrier, and began to cry.

"I can't live anymore... What face do I have left to lead the Southeast Headquarters...?"

Dongfang Sansan frowned, "What happened? Who did this?"

"It was that Shen Zhi Xuan... It's like this..."

Zhao Shanhe recounted the story with a mournful face, "...I'm wronged to death..."

Dongfang Sansan's expression suddenly turned grim.

Her eyes, like the edge of a sword, fell upon Zhao Shanhe, cold and indifferent, not uttering a word.

Zhao Shanhe shivered all over, so scared that he didn't dare to cry.

Mysteriously, his legs trembled slightly.

"You feel wronged?"

Dongfang Sansan frowned, looking at him coldly, "How wronged are you? Are you more wronged than those deceased comrades?"

Zhao Shanhe stood straight with a thud.

Because he realized that Dongfang Sansan was genuinely angry.

And she was angry with herself!

"You feel wronged, so you came to me to cry?"

Dongfang Sansan slammed the table, her voice filled with rage, "Who told you to come here?!"

Zhao Shanhe hung his head, not daring to make a sound.

"Unfit for great use!"

Dongfang Sansan sighed in disappointment and said coldly, "As the General Director of the Southeast, you don't even recognize the word 'mission,' or understand it?"

"This is a mission!"

"It's not a game for you!"

"You don't need to know why! When you need to bear the wrong, will you bear it? Who will take it on if not you?! When you need to die for it, you must die!"

"You dare to come to me and cry!"

Dongfang Sansan, frustrated, said, "Do you know how big the consequences will be because of this trip? It's outrageous!"

Zhao Shanhe's face turned pale.

In his entire life, he had never seen Dongfang Sansan this furious!

And with just scolding and reprimanding, she had said so much!

For the first time ever! No matter how big the mistake, Dongfang Sansan would always say, "I'm a little disappointed."

"I'm a little disappointed," these four words, carried such weight that everyone dared not listen.

But now...

Zhao Shanhe felt his vision go dark.

"If you truly feel wronged, I'll replace you."

Dongfang Sansan spoke indifferently, "You may leave."

"Plop!"

Zhao Shanhe knelt down, "Ninth Lord, I was wrong! I beg you to give me another chance!"

"I doubt your ability to complete the mission!"

"I can!"

Zhao Shanhe knelt and looked up, "Ninth Lord! I was wrong!"

Dongfang Sansan rubbed her forehead, her voice cold and stern, "Just this once! If there's a next time, don't come to me. Go and end it yourself in the Southeast."

"Yes!"

Zhao Shanhe knelt.

He felt his heart was about to leap out of his mouth.

The shock had reached an unparalleled level.

This matter had become so severe!

A moment later.

The door opened.

Zhao Shanhe walked out hesitantly, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, Dongfang Sansan also emerged, hands behind her back, expressionless, heading towards the hall.

Zhao Shanhe followed behind, his face showing a desire to speak but also fear.

All the way to the office, everyone was working diligently, but their ears were perked up.

Something was up, seeing Zhao Shanhe like this.

"Don't follow me."

Dongfang Sansan's voice was calm, "Go back."

"Ninth Lord, don't you want to say something...?" Zhao Shanhe pleaded softly.

"Take care of your own business."

Dongfang Sansan said indifferently, "Go back, and... If you come to me again for such matters, I'll dismiss you!"

Zhao Shanhe lowered his eyes, "Yes."

Dongfang Sansan walked with her hands behind her back, inspecting each area.

Zhao Shanhe followed, his face filled with caution, not daring to speak, his hope slowly turning into a bitter smile...

Everyone was secretly laughing.

Finally... Zhao Shanhe, like a tail, followed behind Dongfang Sansan, his head hanging low, "Ninth Lord, then I'll go back."

Dongfang Sansan didn't even acknowledge him, hands behind her back, she went to inspect another area.

Zhao Shanhe stood awkwardly in the crowd, his face stiff.

"Pfft..."

Finally, a woman couldn't hold back her laughter.

Everyone burst into laughter.

Zhao Shanhe's face turned red, and he said angrily, "What are you laughing at!"

He stormed out, his sleeves fluttering.

The laughter behind him grew louder.

Leaving the headquarters, speeding on the road, Zhao Shanhe still felt a cold sweat.

It kept seeping out.

Because of this, the Ninth Lord had the biggest outburst of his life.

On himself.

Zhao Shanhe didn't know what this feeling was.

Anyway, he dared to assure that if it weren't for his unfinished mission, he would have been ashamed to death today.

"Sigh, I have to keep carrying this burden."

Zhao Shanhe sighed in his heart.

...

Fang Che walked down the road, openly and righteously.

Since the last ambush, Fang Che's off-duty routes had become unpredictable, with no fixed patterns, and he constantly changed his movements.

If there were trackers, they would find themselves losing the trail the more they pursued.

Without any signs, they would lose the trail.

Upon returning home, he didn't dare turn on the lights, carefully creating the illusion that only a maid was present in the residence of a wise scholar.

Furthermore, he had purchased new small houses in various directions across the city, occasionally staying there to mislead others into believing he was everywhere.

This meant that Fang Che had five hideouts in Baiyunzhou.

He could rest and sleep anywhere at any time, making his whereabouts even harder to track.

However, today, Fang Che was walking boldly on the streets.

He headed towards one of his small houses.

Two days ago, he had noticed someone tailing him with an extremely skilled body technique and ingenious methods.

Using Bone Transformation, Fang Che shook off his pursuer, but his heart was already on high alert.

Today, he had to lure this person out.

Walking boldly for a while, he seemed to notice something and became mysterious again.

But he was already being watched.

As he darted out from an alley, intending to turn onto the main street...

Swish, swish, swish...

Six figures leaped down from the air.

They blocked him from the front, back, left, right, and even above on the wall.

A web of heaven and earth.

Fang Che was trapped inside.

Fang Che's first reaction was to flick his hand, and a rocket flew out.

But it was knocked down with a 'dang' sound after rising three feet.

A flying blade struck down the rocket, and it plunged into the ground with a 'puh' sound.

It glowed brightly.

A cold laugh sounded, "Deputy Director Fang, today your rocket won't get far. You can only shout with your mouth... However, this place is quite far, and with your cultivation, you won't be able to transmit that far."

Another person chuckled, "Even if they hear it, by the time they fly over from such a distance, it'll be too late."

A third person squatted on the wall like a big monkey, his voice sinister, "Deputy Director Fang, you've been quite impressive lately, killing those from the Only Righteous Sect. It must have been quite satisfying, right?"

"It's just a pity that the heavens have their cycles. Today, it's your turn, Deputy Director Fang."

A fourth person emerged from the shadows.

Six Martial Marquises!

Four of them on the ground simultaneously approached Fang Che, cruelty in their eyes.

Killing Fang Che and hanging his corpse in the highest place would show those who opposed the Only Righteous Sect their fate!

If you were an Emperor or King Rank, it would be difficult to deal with you in your territory, but you're just a small second-tier Commander Rank Overseer. Your arrogance is seeking death!

Fang Che smiled wearily, "Just the six of you? That's underestimating me."

The leader grinned menacingly, "Having six of us send you off is already a high honor. Do you want a more glorious death, Deputy Director Fang?"

Fang Che sighed, "I'm a bit disappointed that you brought so few people. It's not satisfying enough."

The six of them laughed, "What big words! If we didn't know, we'd think you were a Monarch Rank... Deputy Director Fang, do you think we don't know that you're only a second-tier Commander Rank?"

Fang Che stood with his hands behind his back.

Watching the four enemies approach, almost within arm's reach, he still had no intention of attacking or fleeing.

He said calmly, "You don't know that I have bodyguards because of my high merit. You can still escape now. But if my bodyguards act, you won't have time to think about running."

The six of them burst into laughter, "Is that so? Is Deputy Director Fang's important position rewarded with twenty merit points? Where are these bodyguards? Show them to us."

Fang Che sighed and waved his hand, "Kill them!"

The six of them laughed, as if watching a clown putting on a show, his life in others' hands, yet he still tried to scare them off with a few words.

It was ridiculous.

But soon, they couldn't laugh anymore.

Their eyes widened in horror.

In the evening's darkness, a dazzling sword light appeared, like a scorching sun in the summer sky!

One appeared.

It illuminated the mountains and rivers for ten thousand li.

A sword light emerged from behind Fang Che, and in an instant, it pierced through the bodies of the six!

Fresh blood splattered.

Six wisps of black smoke rose.

The six of them fell to the ground in unison, their faces filled with horror.

A voice sounded behind Fang Che.

"How did you know I was following you?"

Fang Che turned around and saw a white-robed figure in the shadows, tall and straight like a pine tree.

It was the white-robed man he had met during the day.

At this moment, he was looking at Fang Che with wonder.

The sword in his hand was as cool as water, shimmering in the night, and then it sheathed silently.

"If you weren't following me, I wouldn't have lured these people here on purpose."

Fang Che said calmly.

He stepped forward and with a single stroke, beheaded each of them. His movements were skilled and smooth.

The white-robed man frowned, "They're already dead. Why do you have to desecrate their corpses?"

As Fang Che worked, he said, "You say that... If I don't bring back their heads, how can I claim my merit? After all, I killed six Martial Marquises. This is a merit that can get me promoted."

(End of Chapter)

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