Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1609 - 1602: Windfall

Chapter 1609: Chapter 1602: Windfall

"How’s it going?" the short man asked cautiously from not far away.

"Forget it, man," the tall one turned around, showing a thick layer of dental plaque as he smirked and said.

"Are you daft? The kid’s well-fed and plump, which means there are people living in these woods. Find out who his parents are. The kid’s quite good-looking, so his mother must taste pretty good too," the short man laughed as well.

"You sure know how to play the villain," the tall one exclaimed excitedly, clapping his hands happily at his companion’s words.

Thus, before Huayu Yun could recover from his shock, he was once again grabbed by the collar and lifted by the tall man. Staring at him, the man sneered and asked, "Hey, kid, what’s in your house, and where are they?"

"I, I..." Huayu Yun opened his mouth, stumbling over his words.

"You what?" the tall one tilted his head and asked.

"I, my name is Huayu, Huayu Yun..." By now, Huayu Yun had lost the ability to think and could only manage a plea.

"Huayu Yun... the Huayu Family!!" Upon hearing this name, the tall one was so startled that he nearly jumped.

His gaze swept over Huayu Yun’s fox ears before calming down somewhat and he asked anxiously, "You, you’re a member of the Huayu Family?"

"My father’s name is Huayu Ting..." Huayu Yun said with a sniffle, sounding aggrieved.

"Huayu Ting, the Second Young Master of the Huayu Family, you’re actually his son," the tall one’s voice trembled with uncontrollable excitement, and his lips curled up involuntarily, "I never imagined that the Second Young Master of the Huayu Family would have a bastard son with the Demon Clan, we’re going to make a fortune."

"You want to use this kid to extort money from the Huayu Family? The Second Young Master will have you killed!" The short man was excited too but maintained considerable restraint.

"Huayu Ting is the next Patriarch of the Huayu Family. If others find out he has a bastard son from the Demon Clan, do you think he can keep the position of Patriarch?" The tall one said excitedly, "Besides, even if Huayu Ting denies it, we could go to the old Patriarch, he wouldn’t let this kind of thing slide, right?"

"You, you’re planning to blackmail the old Patriarch of the Huayu Family with this kid?" The short man asked in shock.

"What else?" The tall one replied, smugly.

"Think it’ll work?" The short man seemed tempted too.

"We won’t know unless we try. The old Patriarch cares a lot about face. If he learns about this, he’ll do everything possible to hide the family’s shame. By then, we can ask for as much as we want."

"Just imagine, Huayu Ting, the rising star of the Huayu Family and the most likely successor to the Patriarch position, actually has a bastard son with the Demon Clan. If this gets out, not only will he lose the chance to become Patriarch, but the Huayu Family will lose all its face," said the tall one, his eyes sparkling with a hint of cunning.

"What if the Huayu Family decides to kill us to silence us?" The short man asked, worried.

"Are you stupid? If we split up, they won’t dare to mess with us. I will go for the money, and you’ll be in charge of threatening them. If the cash doesn’t come through, we’ll blow the whole thing wide open," the tall one suggested, licking his lips.

"But that means you’ll be..." the short man asked hesitantly.

"That’s why I’m taking the lion’s share, eighty percent!" The tall one asserted firmly.

"Okay, okay, I’ll take twenty percent," the short man put his head down to think for a moment, then gnashed his teeth and nodded in agreement.

"Heh heh heh," hearing his companion’s response, the tall man proudly turned his head and stared at the bewildered Huayu Yun, sneering and saying, "Kid, repeat that, what’s your name, and who is your father!"

Huayu Yun did not speak but just stared blankly at him. Annoyed and embarrassed, the tall one slapped him hard across the tender face, making Huayu Yun burst into tears right away.

"Crying, are you!" The tall one raised his hand, ready to deliver another slap, but was stopped by the short man.

"Hey, hey, hey, if you kill him, he’ll be worthless, a dead end," the short man pulled his companion back.

"Fine, I’ll let it go for now, in the interest of money," swayed by the short man’s words, the tall one changed anger to joy, staring at the bawling Huayu Yun and said with a sneer.

The two men tightly bound Huayu Yun and carried him out of the woods, arriving at a nearby marketplace.

There they were, carrying a tightly bound Demon Clan child, and the people around just glanced once before paying no more attention.

This kind of incident is no longer strange in Kyushu, even though the Dongsheng Cabinet and the Imperial Court have granted certain human rights to the Demon Clan. However, most of the time, the people of Kyushu would not truly treat the Demon Clan as human beings.

A demon is a demon, no matter how human it looks, that is firmly the simple understanding of the people in Kyushu.

The two quickly found a shabby inn, took out all their money, and paid for two days’ lodging.

The taller one planned to take Huayu Yun to Bicheng Mansion to claim the reward. Before departing, he specifically instructed the shorter one, "If I don’t come back in two days, you’ll have to decide what to do on your own."

"What does ’decide what to do on your own’ mean?" The shorter one seemed a bit anxious.

"Are you stupid? You are our trump card. With you here, they wouldn’t dare touch me," the taller one said irritably.

"But what if you take the money and run, what should I do?" the shorter one asked worriedly.

"Am I that kind of person? Don’t overthink it." Despite saying so, the taller one subconsciously averted his gaze.

He was feeling guilty because, just as the shorter one had guessed, he planned to take the money and flee, not caring at all about the shorter one’s fate.

"I am a bit worried," the shorter one also seemed to sense something amiss, subconsciously grabbing his hand.

"Then why don’t you go, and I’ll wait here," the taller one said, eyes wide with angry embarrassment, trying to feign confidence and cover up his inner nervousness.

"No, don’t be angry, I trust you. I’ll just wait for two days," the shorter one, lacking the courage, could only placate his companion after seeing him enraged.

"After getting the money, the Huayu Family definitely won’t let us off, so we’ll leave Hua State as soon as we get the money," the taller one continued.

"Where can we go?" the shorter one asked.

"Anywhere is fine, Lingzhou, Tong State, as long as we can get away from the Huayu Family’s territory," the taller one replied.

"What about going to the Wu State?" the shorter one inquired.

"That’s fine, all fine, as long as we get the money," the taller one waved it off, obviously getting impatient.

"Okay, go ahead, you must come back," the shorter one nodded and said.

"Don’t try to be clever. If you go to the Huayu Family yourself, we would all be wiped out in one fell swoop, and then we really would be silenced," the taller one warned coldly with a sneer at the end.

"I, I understand..." the shorter one got startled and hastily nodded.

"Take care, brother. May you have martial fortune and immense wealth!" the taller one clapped his shoulder, picked up the tightly bound Huayu Yun, and left the inn.

Bringing Huayu Yun along, the taller one didn’t dare to delay. He knew it was best to go directly to the Huayu Family, which saves trouble compared to going to the official government, and also avoids the middleman making a profit.

With this thought in mind, the taller one hurried off towards Bicheng Mansion, elated.

Though he wasn’t a Cultivator, he was still a warrior who had trained in swords and martial arts. Despite carrying Huayu Yun, his rapid pace was unimpeded, effortlessly surpassing the maximum speed of an ordinary person.

In this way, the taller one traveled day and night, and finally arrived at Bicheng Mansion, requesting an audience with the Patriarch.

However, meeting a state-level family patriarch like Huayu Tong was not something he could just do as he wished. After dragging on for a long time, the Huayu Family sent a low-level servant to negotiate with the taller one.

In spite of being just a servant, this one did not regard the taller one—an outsider not part of the Nine Streams and unknown in the jianghu—with even the slightest bit of respect.

In Kyushu, the martial world has its rankings. The Nine Streams might have a bad reputation in the upper echelons, but they are quite renowned in the jianghu.

Those jianghu individuals who lack any status often don’t even have a school; they live in a confused haze, committing petty thievery—essentially anything goes. To put it nicely, they are called wandering martial artists; to put it unpleasantly, they are nothing but armed beggars.

Facing the servant’s contempt, the taller one was exceptionally enraged. He lifted Huayu Yun high and bellowed, "If I leak this news, your Huayu Family’s reputation will be in tatters, plummeting into a state of irrevocable doom."