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Chapter 75: Guard Conversation, the Truth Behind His Parents' Death
“This is Kuai Hua Village?”
Lu Qing stood atop a towering tree, his eyes fixed on the distant fortress ahead, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.
Xiao Li crouched on his shoulder, a shadow in the dark, nearly indistinguishable from the surrounding foliage.
After leaving the Big Market, guided by Ma Gu’s directions, Lu Qing had quickly found the village nestled within a mountain hollow.
But he didn’t act immediately. Instead, he waited—patiently—until nightfall before making his move.
Silent as a wisp of smoke, Lu Qing crept to a large tree near the village gate and climbed up, blending into the shadows.
Now that he’d reached Qi Xue Jing’s early stage, his control over his body had grown significantly.
With his aura carefully suppressed, he was invisible to the senses of any ordinary man.
As for Xiao Li? Even more so.
The Nighttime Spirit Fox was a natural predator, its ability to hide far surpassing that of humans.
If it truly wished to vanish, even someone standing right beside it might never notice.
Lu Qing, though he knew where Xiao Li was, would have been fooled if not for that knowledge.
Perhaps they’d never expected anyone to dare trouble them.
The guards at the gate were barely attentive—two men lounging half-heartedly by the entrance.
Lu Qing used his Abilities to scan them.
Both were peripheral members of the Black Wolf Gang.
He’d found the right place.
He stilled his breath, remained motionless in the tree, and waited for the night to deepen.
“Damn, this is boring. Why’s it always us two guarding the gate today?”
Just as Lu Qing was about to close his eyes and rest, one of the guards spat on the ground, grumbling in frustration.
“Shut up. Who else has less seniority than us? If it’s not us, who else?” The other guard replied lazily.
“Then why’s Er Gouzi, that sneaky little rat who came in with us, now getting all the good food and luxury?” the first guard muttered, still dissatisfied.
“His sister’s the top girl in the village now. Can you really compare yourself to that?” the second replied.
“Top girl? Pfft. Just a whore. Acting like some noble courtesan from the city brothels.” The first scoffed. “And I heard his sister was sold to us by her own parents. The money they got even built two new houses.”
“Funny how Er Gouzi never tried to buy her freedom… instead, he’s come back here to bleed her dry. Not a decent man at all. Hell, not even his whole family’s decent.”
The second guard fell silent.
He wasn’t exactly a good man himself—but even he had to admit, Er Gouzi’s family had done something truly inhuman.
Lu Qing remained perfectly still in the tree, not a sound, not a twitch.
The guards had grown quiet, as if the topic had exhausted them.
For a moment, silence hung between them.
Then, the first guard broke the stillness again.
“Wang Fu’s the real lucky one. Always by Fifth Uncle and Seventh Uncle’s side. Whenever there’s something to be had, he’s always in on it. Heard he left early this morning with them—probably on another profitable job.”
Lu Qing’s mind stirred.
Fifth Uncle and Seventh Uncle—those had to be Han Wu and Zhao Xiong.
“Yeah, I heard,” the second guard said. “Seems there was a problem in Jiu Li Village. That’s why they went.”
“Jiu Li Village? That’s where Lu Ming’s from, right?” the first guard asked, curiosity piqued. “What happened there?”
“Fifth Uncle and Seventh Uncle went to collect Lu Ming’s land. But the villagers tried to hold back some of the silver—didn’t hand over the full amount. So Fifth Uncle caught on.”
“Those Jiu Li fools? What kind of guts do they have to deceive Fifth Uncle?” the first guard gasped, eyes widening. “He’ll tear them apart! He hates being tricked more than anything.”
“So that’s why Fifth Uncle and Seventh Uncle took Wang Fu and the others out this morning,” the second mused. “But why aren’t they back yet? Should’ve been done by now.”
“Maybe Fifth Uncle’s not finished playing,” the first guard shrugged. “You know how he gets when he’s angry. He loves torturing people. Probably still punishing those scoundrels in Jiu Li Village.”
The second guard nodded slowly.
Among the deputies, Fifth Uncle was the hardest to read—and the most unpredictable.
If he was late returning, it was because he had his reasons.
Not something low-ranking scum like them could guess.
“Still,” the first guard sighed, “I’d kill to be in Wang Fu’s shoes. Going on a raid like that—there’s bound to be plenty of loot.”
“Not like us,” the second added. “Just standing out here, baking in the sun, doing nothing.”
The second guard didn’t speak.
He envied that too.
But what could he do?
He wasn’t strong. He had no talent.
Fifth Uncle wouldn’t even look at him twice.
Lu Qing listened in silence, absorbing every word.
He now had more than enough information.
But what struck him most was the envy in their voices.
He couldn’t help but wonder—
What would these men say if they knew what had happened to Han Wu and Zhao Xiong?
What expression would cross their faces if they knew their beloved Fifth Uncle was now dead?
The conversation turned bitter, their voices tinged with sour jealousy.
They fell quiet again, but not for long.
“Earlier you said Fifth Uncle went to Jiu Li Village because of Lu Ming?” the first guard asked.
“I heard Wang Fu mention it briefly. That’s probably it.”
“Lu Ming’s such a fool,” the first guard sneered. “He actually believed Fifth Uncle was his friend, that they were making a business deal. Didn’t realize we were after his land—and his wife.”
“Fifth Uncle first tried to lure him into gambling,” the second guard said. “But Lu Ming’s a stubborn idiot. Kept saying his family had rules—no gambling. So Fifth Uncle had to fake the friendship. Took a lot of effort.”
“Too bad,” the first sighed. “All that work… just for some land. And when they finally lured his wife out, she jumped into the river and drowned.”
“Rumors say she was pretty,” the second added. “She could’ve drawn crowds, brought in money. But now she’s dead. Wang Fu and the others really failed—couldn’t even guard a woman.”
“So Fifth Uncle’s furious,” the second continued. “After all that effort, just a few fields. And then those Jiu Li villagers dared to steal from him? No wonder he’s losing his mind.”
“With Fifth Uncle’s temper, those villagers are in for a world of pain,” the first said, grinning. “He’s probably having the time of his life punishing them right now.”
Lu Qing stood motionless in the tree, listening.
At last, the truth sank in.
He understood now—how Xiao Yan’s parents had died.
And why the Black Wolf Gang members had lied on their deathbeds earlier that day.
If even these two gatekeepers knew the full story, then it was clear:
Everyone in Kuai Hua Village knew.
The sobs and pleas of those men—begging for mercy—had been nothing but desperate attempts to distance themselves from the crime.
They’d hoped Lu Qing would spare them, thinking he wouldn’t know the truth.
As the guards continued their idle chatter, Lu Qing absorbed more details.
Slowly, he came to realize just how rotten this village truly was—corrupt to its core.
Each word they spoke fanned the fire in his chest.
His gaze, fixed on the two guards below, grew colder.
They were just gatekeepers, yes—but from their words, Lu Qing knew they were no better than the others.
They hadn’t joined the raids not because they wanted to be good, but because they’d never been given the chance.
At that moment, Lu Qing wished more than anything that night would come sooner.
(End of Chapter)
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