In the Beishan Mountains, which were once extremely quiet, the three parties are now on high alert against each other. Wu Xiu had originally planned to get close to Lao Chen and join forces with him, but after being shot by an arrow, he discovered that something was amiss with Lao Chen's side.

  Not only was the deputy class head who often stayed by Lao Chen's side isolated, but there was also a man with scars on his face making intimidating gestures in the back. Even Lao Chen himself was injured and fell to the ground vomiting blood. If it weren't for the fact that Lao Chen had his back turned towards Wu Sou at this moment and didn't let him see the location of his wound, Wu Sou would have already left with his men by now.

  "Old Chen, now that things have come to this, these people are the mountain bandits you were talking about, right? I think except for the leaders, the others are just ordinary villagers from the mountains and countryside. How could they possibly wipe out an entire hundred-man squad of military supply carts?"

  Wu Qiangqiang endured the pain and pulled out the arrow from his shoulder. Fortunately, Ding Wu and others were short of supplies on the mountain, so the quality of this arrow was poor, and the arrowhead did not penetrate deeply into the flesh, making it relatively easy to handle.

  "Cough, cough... Old Wu, since you've taken the money, you should get the job done. These people are your targets, kill them and you can go down the mountain to collect the remaining reward from the master, cough, cough..." Old Chen said as he coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood, Little Chen anxiously looked at his father, at this moment, the wound on Old Chen's chest could no longer be contained, blood gushed out like a spring, staining Old Chen's clothes and soaking into the ground beneath him.

  Wu Qiu was taken aback by Old Chen's words, feeling a bit strange. Why did this old man suddenly address him as "Boss Wu"? He knew that he and his son didn't get along, and being called "Fatty Wu" was already a courtesy. Now, being addressed so respectfully, there must be some issue.

  Wu Qiu pushed aside the subordinates who were blocking his view and stared intently in the direction of Old Chen, but they too were surrounded tightly, only able to vaguely see something black on the ground next to Old Chen. Wu Qiu looked closely, feeling a sense of familiarity, and suddenly realized that it was the color of human blood flowing out.

  This old man actually suffered such severe injuries, causing blood to flow all over the floor. No wonder he was so polite earlier and kept coughing. Now looking at the panicked expressions on his subordinates' faces, it's even more certain that this guy wanted me to risk my life for him, what a loyal servant indeed.

  "Hmph! Old Chen's got a good calculation, if it wasn't for my sharp eyes, I would have found you today. Judging from the bloodstains on the ground, you must have suffered a fatal injury. The fact that someone could silently wound you in that short amount of time means they're either an extremely skilled expert or someone familiar with you. It seems that Scarface and your group also have some unclear relationship. I don't want to die here today, so I won't be dragged into this muddy water." Wu Sou coldly hummed, expressing his dissatisfaction.

  After finishing speaking, Wu Xiu got up with the support of his subordinates, and cupped his fists in respect towards Zhang Feng. He hadn't fought Iron Mountain before, so he wasn't clear about his martial arts skills, but he thought that they were probably not as good as those of this young man who had just fought him. Therefore, he didn't take Iron Mountain seriously, and instead turned to Zhang Feng and said: "This younger brother, you see that I've also been hit by an arrow, and none of you have suffered any injuries. I think it's best if we part ways here and don't become enemies. Would you be willing to let me go? If not, then we'll definitely join forces with Chen, which isn't something you'd want to see happen, is it?"

  Zhang Feng was stunned after hearing this, what did it have to do with him? He had only known Tieshan for less than half a day, how could he make decisions on his behalf? He couldn't help but turn his head to look at Tieshan beside him, wanting to ask if he agreed or not.

  Tie Shan didn't care about that, Wu Qiu's big name was also heard of in the underworld, but he didn't expect Zhao Chuhai to invite him to deal with himself. Now seeing Wu Qiu, a ruthless man who dominated Jizhou Prefecture, being so respectful to Zhang Xiao, whom he had just met, Tie Shan couldn't help but feel slightly proud. This was the future guardian he had personally chosen for Bao'er, and now it proved that his vision was still quite accurate.

  Jian Tieshan nodded, and Zhang Feng understood. He also cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Wu Qiu and said: "Alright, since you don't want to continue being enemies with us, you can leave on your own accord. We won't stop you. However, the North Mountain has already been sealed off by our Ming army. You might be able to get down the mountain, but you won't be able to leave it."

  "In that case, don't bother yourself, little brother. We have our own way of handling things. By the way, I do have a private matter to ask you." Wu Xiu didn't mind the news about Ming army surrounding the mountain because they had come from outside the encirclement in the first place, and going out again wouldn't be difficult at all.

  "Oh? Do you have any questions? If I can answer them, I'll certainly explain." Zhang Feng said with a puzzled expression.

  "I have only one question for you, little brother: are you a Taoist?" Wu Xiu asked with a serious face.

  "I indeed went to Wudang Mountain in Huguang Province to learn martial arts, and my master was also a Taoist priest of Wudang Mountain. However, I have never been accepted as a disciple by Master Zhang Wuji, nor have I been given a Taoist name, so I don't consider myself a Taoist."

  "Ah, I see! Ah, I see! Haha! That family lost today without any regrets, no regrets at all!" Wu Xiu suddenly understood that the hall master was right, this young man indeed had a deep connection with the Taoist.

  Wu Qiu, with a satisfied expression, ran down the mountain road, having dispelled his doubts. Zhu Laojiu also retreated slightly to one side and did not block him. Now they needed to focus on dealing with the remaining people, as Old Chen and his group were their true enemies.

  "Chen, do you still remember me?" Tieshan suddenly shouted loudly, his face agitated as he walked forward with his brothers.

  Lao Chen's hand, Xiamen's tense guard stood beside him, looking at the enemy in front of him with a roughly equal number. They had no bottom line in their hearts, and now their own old master was seriously injured again, several brothers were beaten by that young man and couldn't move, plus Wu Qiu's departure which was almost a betrayal, their situation was really worrying.

  "Cough... cough... Haha!" At this time, Old Chen did not respond to Tie Shan's question. The wound on his chest had no more fresh blood to flow out; he knew that his life was coming to an end. He regretted, regretting that he had believed Zhu Laojiu's nonsense at the time and suffered a sneak attack. He hated, hating Wu Qiu for being a despicable coward who feared death and disregarded righteousness.

  At this moment, he stretched out his right hand and weakly touched the cheek of his son. He didn't think about anything else now, nor did he care about Lord Zhao's affairs anymore. All he cared about was his only child, the sole bloodline of the Chen family. Unfortunately, today they would die together in this place...

  It can only be said that the heavenly way has a cycle, and Lao Chen has killed many people for Zhao Chuhai in these years, including those who have families and children. Now it's his turn to reap what he has sown.

  Old Chen couldn't help but think of the time when he was executing a woman, who had a pretty face and wanted to use her body to exchange for the life of her infant son. Old Chen agreed, and indeed let the baby go, but only by placing the crying infant in the snow on a cold winter day where no one would find it.

  He still remembers the woman's gaze before her death, a kind of hatred that made him want to devour his flesh and sleep in his skin. When Old Chen cut off the woman's head, he saw that her eyes were still wide open.

  Now he will die, his son will also die, his subordinates will die, and even Zhang Feng and Tieshan will die in the unknown future.

  Man, it's just a matter of dying early or late. Old Chen understood this truth when he was on his deathbed. He smiled at Little Chen, wanting to say something to him, but his mouth was full of blood, and when he opened his mouth, only a streak of bright red flowed out...

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