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Chapter 375 - 201 Tiny Cause_4

Chapter 375: Chapter 201 Tiny Cause_4

Her heart started pounding again, anxiety overwhelming her.

Weighing the strength gap between them, Diao Ruru nervously swallowed her saliva, suddenly retreating two steps and looking towards the kitchen. There was still an old but usable kitchen knife there for self-defense. If I run fast enough, I should be able to grab the knife before he breaks into the house.

This, this must be the trouble Doctor Ding talked about.

As Diao Deyi’s position in the Foolish Underworld gradually rose, somebody looking for trouble finally came to me!

Diao Ruru clenched her fists, her heart beating faster and faster. Although she had already planned what to do in her head, when the Monk pushed the door open a bit more, Diao Ruru found... she couldn’t move.

That extreme tension and fear made her immobile.

Her heart was racing faster, her brain becoming more and more active.

"Move... Move!! I’m going to die! I’m going to die!!"

Her mind was so clear, yet her body was as heavy as iron and couldn’t budge.

"Ha... Ha..."

Her breathing grew more and more rapid, almost unable to catch her breath, the fear of death looming over her.

It was not until then that she realized the kind of pressure her brother, Diao Deyi, must carry out those dangerous tasks on a daily basis, earning high income for her and their family.

Thinking of the pressure Diao Deyi endured, the life of treading on the knife’s edge, Diao Ruru mustered her courage.

"I must do this!"

"I can only do this!"

"I... cannot hold him back!!"

Her heart was still pounding fiercely; her brain was like a forceful commander, compelling her numbed body to move.

One step! Two steps!

Her stiff body, just about to take the third step...

Creak—

The door was fully opened.

The sunlight, following the doorway, spilled into the house.

Along with it, two human silhouettes appeared.

Diao Ruru’s eyes widened, a fear close to despair surging in her heart.

She opened her mouth, feeling something emerging from her mind!

About to erupt like a volcano with the sound from her mouth, gushing out!

Just at that moment...

Snap!

A hand suddenly landed on the Monk’s arm that was pushing the door.

"My friend, if you are looking for my elder sister, what do you want?"

The emotions about to burst forth, the feeling of extreme fear, cooled down rapidly with the sound of this voice.

The frantic beating of her heart gradually steadied, her breathing becoming more stable. Diao Ruru looked up at the doorway.

There, the Monk’s right hand, being held by a slightly out of breath young man with white powder mixed on his legs, caught by one hand.

"Diao, Diao Deyi?!"

The young man had sweat on his forehead and spoke while quickly adjusting his breath, seeming to have run all the way there.

Diao Ruru thought of last night’s Two-Heart Lock and had an epiphany.

In the end, I am still being protected by him...

Give me some more time, and I will surely protect myself!

Diao Ruru lowered her head, clenched her fist, ashamed of her inability to even attempt to escape.

"So it’s the eminent Householder..." Monk Quan Heng said respectfully.

[Quan Heng: 1000/1000.]

[Guo Yuxin: 10/10.]

"Eh!"

Fang Yu shook the token in his hand.

"I can no longer be called a Householder now."

The three characters "Yangshen Hall" were especially conspicuous.

Monk Quan Heng was slightly taken aback.

He had some understanding of the official institutions like the Foolish Underworld.

Above a Householder, there’s a Hundred-Householder.

Above that is an official member of the Third Hall, named as a Patrol Commissioner.

But to jump ranks from Householder to Patrol Commissioner is a massive leap; it’s difficult for ordinary people to make it in a lifetime.

What a meteoric rise, what merit must he have demonstrated?

Monk Quan Heng was still pondering when he suddenly felt the grip on his wrist tighten.

Such great strength!

Monk Quan Heng’s expression unchanged, he reached out and, with a snap, patted Fang Yu’s hand as if hitting an acupoint. As it stiffened for an instant, he withdrew his arm.

"Commissioner Diao, your sister’s face shows signs of imminent death. I wanted to take her to Baoan Temple for a few days to help her avoid this disaster."

Fang Yu smiled and naturally placed his emptied hand on the hilt of the longsword at his waist.

"I don’t think that’s necessary."

Within a few words exchanged between the two, swords were drawn, and the atmosphere was tense.

Monk Quan Heng seemed unaware of the tension in the air.

He frowned slightly, staring directly at Fang Yu.

"Do you not have faith in me, Commissioner Diao?"

Fang Yu smiled.

"I do."

Monk Quan Heng was immediately perplexed.

"Then why..."

Before he could finish, Fang Yu cut him off.

"I won’t let you take her away."

Monk Quan Heng frowned slightly.

"Commissioner Diao, you might not know..."

"I say!"

Fang Yu interrupted again, looking at him.

"I won’t, let you take her away."

"..."

Monk Quan Heng, at these words, fell silent, closed his eyes, and then reopened them.

"I see, you still don’t trust me."

"In that case, I have no choice but to prove it to you!"

Having said that, Monk Quan Heng pushed the girl beside him away, moved to rush into the house with his large hand spread open, heading straight for Diao Ruru.

This series of actions was both quick and sudden; not only was Diao Ruru startled, but the close-proximity girl was also so confused that she fell to the ground.

As Diao Ruru’s visibly frightened expression unfolded...

Snap!

Fang Yu, as if he had been on alert, caught Monk Quan Heng’s trailing left hand with preternatural speed.

A moment of pause.

As Monk Quan Heng’s face showed a slight change.

Blood vessels protruded on Fang Yu’s wrist, with violent power converging in his hand.

Centered on himself, with a large swing, he twisted Monk Quan Heng’s body one hundred and eighty degrees, smashed through the door, and flung him out with a hurl.

Bang!