Chapter 1002: Chapter 799, Wu Heng, don't be impulsive Chapter 1002: Chapter 799, Wu Heng, don't be impulsive The enemy's fist also smashed into his body.
Pff!
Blood sprayed out.
Next were fists falling like raindrops, hitting every part of his body, the bones cracking loudly.
Outside.
The sounds of fighting and wailing made the tavern owner and the bartender tremble a bit.
“Sir, this…” the owner started, hesitating.
Wu Heng turned to look at him, “Calculate the tavern's losses and send them to city hall. They will verify and compensate you.”
The owner's face brightened with a smile, and he nudged the bartender beside him, “Go get a chair for the sir.”
Wu Heng glanced at him, “No need, just stay here.”
“Very well, sir.”
The owner and the bartender, somewhat confused, still stood in place, listening to the fight inside.
After a short while, the sounds of the fight diminished.
The poison gas also completely dissipated.
“Stay outside, I will call for you if needed,” Wu Heng instructed the tavern owner and the bartender.
“Understood, sir.”
Wu Heng walked into the private room, where he saw a man pinned to the ground by Kai Xiu.
The man was not dead yet.
His chest was caved in, and his limbs were twisted.
Between the blood-soaked hair, a pair of eyes glinted with malice, like a restrained beast, coldly staring this way.
An 18th-level professional's vitality surely was strong.
Not killing him was Wu Heng's initial order.
Of course, under the condition that the man couldn't escape.
Wu Heng picked up a chair and sat down, looking at him, “Will there be more assassins coming after you?”
The man's eyes widened, and as he vomited blood, his mouth unclearly muttered, “Killing me will only bring you greater trouble. I am from the Shadow Brotherhood and will kill everyone close to you.”
“Do you know who I am?” Wu Heng asked with a smile.
“They would kill that female city lord and then find out who you are.”
“Professional!” Wu Heng praised, nodding and waving his hand. The “Mansion Skill” opened beside him, “Take him in.”
Kai Xiu picked up the man and walked into the Mansion Skill.
Wu Heng thought for a moment, and iron bars and shackles appeared out of nowhere, locking the man tightly inside.
Without waiting for the man to speak again, the Mansion Skill disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Three Ghosts then appeared beside him.
Wu Heng made a silencing gesture and pointed outside.
The Three Ghosts nodded, and Grandaze dived into the body, sharing the man's actions since he entered the city.
After reviewing everything,
Wu Heng left the private room, looked at the awaiting owner and bartenders, “Alright, I'll take the person. As for the losses, talk to city hall later.”
The reason he had them stay was to see if the tavern was involved with these people.
But after seeing the images shared by Grandaze, there was no exchange of information with the tavern's people.
It seemed there was no relation.
“Sir, can we resume normal business?”
“Clean up and plan your business accordingly,” Wu Heng said.
“Thank you very much, sir,” the owner thanked him again.
Wu Heng, followed by the skeleton, walked out of the tavern.
Returning to City Lord's Mansion.
Wen Mansha and Slyther came out to greet him.
Seeing Wu Heng walk in without trouble, they both breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed he just went out for some ordinary business.
After returning to the living room, Wu Heng said, “I've dealt with the 18th-level assassin, no need to worry.”
Their expressions stiffened.
An 18th-level, killed?
As if he were just another local gang member.
Slyther had seen Wu Heng in combat before–last time, taking down an 18th-level member from the Heaven Destiny Cult required a significant amount of strength.
This time he had dealt with it quietly?
“Are you sure it was an 18th-level?” Slyther still asked quietly.
“18th-level, judging by the attire, most probably a thief or an assassin,” Wu Heng clarified.
Slyther held back his next words.
Wen Mansha then approached, asking softly, “Master, you aren't hurt, are you?”
“I didn't even enter the room; the skeleton took care of it,” Wu Heng said with a smile.
They both relaxed their brows.
Slyther remarked, “Necromancer must have let you find some tricks.”
“It's fine, that's how the master should act, avoiding any danger,” Wen Mansha followed up by asking, “The skeleton didn't suffer any damage, right?”
“No, the tavern suffered some damage, so I had him go to the city hall to get some compensation.”
“These are nothing serious,” Wen Mansha said.
Wu Heng continued to focus his gaze on Slyther and asked, “Slyther, have you heard of the Shadow Brotherhood?”
Slyther furrowed his brows and said, “I have heard of it, an assassination organization, mainly composed of thief killers doing assassination jobs.”
“This man is from the Shadow Brotherhood, and he used this to threaten me. If he's dead, will someone seek revenge?” Wu Heng continued to ask.
“I'm not sure about that, I'll check when I get back.”
“Okay.”
Slyther continued to ask, “What about the body? Should we perform Wenshi?”
Wen Mansha said, “A level 18 body; performing Wenshi would be too wasteful.”
Wu Heng also said, “I'll have a use for him later; he won't appear again.”
“Okay!” the two women nodded.
Wu Heng glanced at the time; it was already past two in the afternoon.
He stood up and said, “You two chat; I'm going upstairs to rest for a bit and will come down for dinner.”
“Okay, Master.”
Wu Heng went upstairs and returned directly to the study.
Zombie World.
He left the room and borrowed an SUV from Li Yahong.
He had the skeleton drive directly to the prison.
After arriving at the prison.
Wu Heng opened the Mansion Skill and dragged the severely injured man out from inside.
The man's body was covered in wounds, still looking close to death.
Supported by the skeleton, they walked inside.
Looking at Wu Heng, who had removed his mask.
The man's eyes went wide with shock, recognizing him.
Wu Heng!
The Island Master of Gold and Silver Island.
He was in Lundham City, and he was not just a newly transitioned Necromancer as the rumors suggested; at least, he was not lower in level than himself.
Damn it!
Why did I accept such a job?
Roar roar~
Clack clack~
Walking down the corridor, beast-like roars came from each room, along with the bone-scraping sounds of patrolling skeletons, as if the path led directly to Hell.
A research base for Necromancers.
He indeed had a place to research Necromancy Magic.
“Wu Heng, where are you taking me?”
“You are from the association; you can't conduct experiments on living people. You have a better future ahead; you shouldn't be involved in these things.”
“Wu Heng, whatever you want to know, I can tell you. We don't have so much enmity; please don't do this.”
The man kept coughing up blood as he spoke.
He was taken into a separate prison cell and re-fitted with prepared shackles and chains.
“Wu Heng, you've won, I surrender. I'll kill the person who hired me, and we can call it even,” the man fervently pleaded.
Wu Heng looked at him and said, “You staying here is of greater value to me.”
“You're with the association; you need to follow the rules!” the man yelled.
“Don't shout; it's not good for your wounds.”
The man continued, “Don't you want to know who hired me? I know many things you don't.”
“Wu Heng, I'm level 18. I can do many things for you. Think about it, don't act rashly and bring trouble upon yourself.”
Wu Heng ignored him.
Seeing that he was securely bound, he continued to arrange for the skeleton to keep a close watch.
He walked straight out of the prison cell, closing the door.
Outside, Wu Heng said to the Skeleton Alchemy Warlock, “Let him recover for two days, then attempt the virus experiment.”
The Skeleton Alchemy Warlock nodded, indicating comprehension.
Back in the surveillance room.
Through the monitors, the man's actions within the cell were visible.
After he left, the man began to examine how to unlock the shackles on his body.
It was quite certain; he was a thief.
Lock-picking is a skill of thieves, unlike other professions who would not study such things and would choose to either break down doors or climb through windows.
After half a day of effort, the skeleton had to hit him several times before the thief calmed down.
He lay on the bed starting to recover from his injuries.
Wu Heng then took out his Space Ring, taking out the items inside one by one.
Weapons, armor, pouches, scrolls, lock picking tools, necessities.
Also, various vials of unknown function, likely poisons.
Wu Heng's gaze settled on the last item, a ticket for the Phantom Train.
“And there's a ticket.”
That definitely means there's a way to get tickets.
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