Chapter Eighteen: First Interception

  "Is he that weak and feeble little kid?"

  "Picture... Ah, let me look." Masked Man #2 went back and forth several times with the painting in his hand, then looked down at the man downstairs and said, "It should be, but..."

  "But what?" The masked man No. 1 took over naturally.

  He stroked his chin, with an extremely picky gaze, "But still not as handsome as me."

  "Bang----"

  "Ow——" He rubbed his head, complaining discontentedly, "How many times have I told you not to hit me in the face? It hurts a lot, don't you know?"

  Masked Man No. 1 glanced at him and replied bluntly, "I'm hitting your brain, which won't affect your pretty face."

  "No! Sir! Ah!!!! I am not a woman!!!!"

  "Ah, I see."

  Masked Man No. 2 felt like he had punched a cotton ball, very weak, and immediately consciously shifted the conversation to their target task - Xun Qing. "Everyone is about to run away, what are you still mumbling about?"

  Mo Jun didn't even have time to wipe the sweat from his brow, and just as he was about to ask who brought up this topic. Before he could recover from the ravages of a certain someone, Masked Man No. 1 casually leaned against the windowsill with one hand, did a backflip, and jumped down, leaving behind only a cool silhouette for the still-dazed certain someone. "Follow me."

  "#%*@~^！” Mo Jun En angrily cursed and had no choice but to follow closely behind.

  The sun was already setting, and the gentle man's eyebrows slightly furrowed as he walked slowly, stopping from time to time, looking like he had suffered a great blow. Half of his face basked in the sunlight, while the other half hid in the shadows, with a long black shadow trailing behind him, blending perfectly into the desolate street scene, it was as if he was a perfect scroll painting, but it was just too bleak, cold to the point of chilling the heart.

  "What's wrong with you, standing there like a fool? We're almost done here, and not many people are left." The masked man #1 poked the still-dazed #2 with his elbow, somewhat impatiently.

  "Do you feel like something is off?"

  "What a pain!!" Number One's voice rose involuntarily, "The sooner we deal with it the sooner it'll be over. Who wants to stay outside in this lousy weather?!"

  Perhaps the whisper was a bit too loud, the man in front stopped for a moment, seemingly puzzled. However, this pause lasted a bit longer than expected.

  Since they've been discovered, there's no need for them to hide anymore. The masked man number one has already jumped out impatiently, while Mo Jun is still hiding in a nearby corner, quietly observing the changes.

  "Who are you?" The man furrowed his brow and took a step back cautiously.

  "It doesn't matter who I am. Hand over the Qingyu Order, and I'll be able to report back to my master." He said coldly, not even bothering to draw his sword, having no desire to take action against a weakling with no internal energy.

  The man's gentle eyes had already shed their bewilderment, leaving only a sharpness like a knife. "I don't understand what you're saying."

  "You'll understand soon." The words had barely faded away when the masked man suddenly darted out, like a ghost, and swiftly grasped his throat, slowly lifting him up. "Still not speaking?"

  "Hmm..." His disheveled hair covered his face, and a hint of coldness crept onto the corners of his lips. "The gentleman hiding by the wall seems to look down on me; why not come up together?"