The unexpected incident, the sudden rise of the blade, was almost too quick to react to, and a brother was already dead. This change was really too fast and too fierce; the two people in the Hall of Righteousness were momentarily bewildered. After a breath, they finally reacted. The autumn chill was wrapped from outside. The unexpected guest was already standing in the center, with a calm demeanor. In two more days, it would be the beginning of winter. The weather was getting colder day by day, the cold wind blew inside, and the ink-colored cloak resembled a dark sky, slightly billowing behind the 'guest,' bringing an increasingly oppressive feeling. The second-in-command with a knife scar had already gripped his weapon tightly in his right hand, glancing at the black-faced man lying on the ground with arms spread wide, feeling a vague sense of vigilance and fear, secretly raising his Qi mechanism. This black-faced man, though exceptionally rude and harboring various petty schemes in his heart, was not weak in his skills. If not, he would have been killed by his own people long ago; how could he live until now? With divine strength akin to being bestowed by heaven and the fearless bravery in times of anger, the two axes were swung around to chop, even a Sixth Rank Martial Artist facing them head-on would not easily gain the upper hand. Such a reckless warrior was killed with a single encounter, his throat cut? Dead beyond dead? Fear in his heart was truly uncontrollable. He gripped the spear leaning next to him a bit tighter, secretly pondering how he could survive if it came to a fight. The more he thought, the more hopeless he felt, seeing no hope at all. At this moment, a refined gentleman suddenly stood up at the top, slightly cupping his fists towards the front, and said aloud: "Acting in place of heaven is naturally acting in the name of justice." Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novｅlfire.net "Though I may be untalented, I have always asked the brothers in the fortress only to rob the rich and aid the poor, never to harm common folk in the slightest. I have always walked the path righteously, not knowing how I have offended this brave man, wishing to cut the flag and kill people?!" At the last part of his speech, his eyes were angrily fixed on the young man in front. The scar-faced man was bemused, wondering why the elder brother was provoking a strong enemy at such a moment. A thought flashed, realizing that the elder brother had just mentioned his strict discipline over the subordinates, meaning if anything was done, it was because the others didn't listen. At most, he was guilty of oversight. If he pleaded earnestly, maybe he could be spared... Furthermore, he was a Sixth Rank Martial Artist, who would want to engage in a life-and-death struggle with him?! But then, it would be himself who suffered. Thinking this through, it was as clear as a mirror, causing a chill in the scar-faced man's heart, turning into overwhelming rage, eyes widening, angrily glaring at the refined gentleman beside him, momentarily ignoring the brotherhood and loudly cursing: "Wen Jie, what are you saying?!" "Every time we raid down the mountain, isn't it you who first chooses women and items? Whenever there's superior goods, you immediately take them, yet you blame us if what we find doesn't please you. Where's this robbing the rich and aiding the poor, not harming the common people at all? That's absolute nonsense!" The refined gentleman's face slightly froze, knowing it's useless to argue, he did not refute. He only looked at Wang Anfeng, holding the sword in his right hand, Sixth Rank Qi Force shaking the void, outlining visions, and said: "This person is my subordinate, the second fortress leader Yang Mu, known for his proactive courage. His spear painted with plum blossoms has pierced through countless hearts and livers. This recent rich household raid was entirely orchestrated by him, and I haven't inquired about it. I don't know if he robbed the wrong people." Scarred Yang Mu was filled with grief and fury, almost speechless. Following for over a decade, countless times together, countless times sleeping side by side, yet couldn't compare to the idea of life and death. Wen Jie just looked at Wang Anfeng. Due to Yang Mu's interruption, inevitably, he almost directly told Wang Anfeng that Wen Jie was completely unaware of this matter. If Wang Anfeng intended to find the main culprit, the gun-wielding person beside him was it. If truly unwilling to spare him, then he's not afraid to fight to the death. Anyway, you won't gain any benefits! He honestly laid bare the stakes, believing that anyone with sense wouldn't choose an option harmful and unprofitable to them, thus he was confident and composed. At this moment in the Hall of Righteousness, one person was filled with grief, feeling he had trusted the wrong person all his life, truly pathetic with dimmed heaven and earth. The other was calm and composed, even with a hint of a refined smile on his face. Then he saw the young man in front's expression indifferent, right hand raised, fingers slightly curved like dragon claws. Wen Jie was puzzled when suddenly he heard the ring of a blade, inexplicably cold in his heart, suddenly stepping sideways. Simultaneously, almost instinctively, he outlined Qi mechanism, initiated visions of a heavenly wolf, shielding himself sideward. In the blink of an eye, the not particularly vast Hall of Righteousness was entirely occupied by the surging Qi mechanism. His skills, among Sixth Rank Martial Artists, were already extremely sophisticated, and his responses were decisively extraordinary. Clearly, over all these years, he hadn't returned all he learned from the Military Family to the Master. Relying on such martial arts, even in a jurisdiction, he could be well-known. Had he not offended the Military Family and the Ministry of Punishment, he definitely wouldn't have turned to banditry. Yang Mu was internally shaken, indescribably, and then secretly resented. Turns out, all these years of brotherhood, he had always regarded the other as a brother, while the other had reservations towards him, possessing such ability that if he had the heart to flee desperately, probably even the expert in front wouldn't risk stopping him, would he?