Chapter 502: Chapter 297: The Living Yama Annihilates a Clan, the Young Hero Never Forgets His Original Aspiration!
Duan Yun was furious about the unfair charges by the Grey Eagle Gang.
He absolutely despised unreasonable fees, and the extent of the Grey Eagle Gang’s unreasonableness was beyond belief.
Even painting his own house required their permission, and he had to pay them Silver based on their whims, under the guise of constructing according to rules. It’s essentially robbing your Silver while dressing it up as one of their managed designs.
Disgusting! It’s so damn disgusting!
Duan Yun originally intended to immediately go and kill that idiot Gang Leader, but then he thought about the fact that it was almost time to eat.
So let’s eat first.
After eating, he could take the opportunity to digest.
While eating, Shen Ying and Feng Ling’er, who had gone out shopping, returned.
Hearing about the earlier incident with the Grey Eagle Gang, Feng Ling’er exclaimed: "You really gave it to them? This extortion is shameless!"
"I can’t even paint my house pink without their say-so, and they still have to manage it? This kind of Evil Demon deserves to have his whole family killed," Feng Ling’er cursed.
Then she noticed the slightly surprised expression on Brother Murong’s face and couldn’t help but ridicule, "What, shouldn’t someone like that have their whole family killed?"
Brother Murong coughed and said, "After dinner, Young Hero Duan will go."
"Go?"
Feng Ling’er paused, realized, and said: "Really, so urgent?"
Duan Yun said seriously, "That Silver is mine. I’m just going to kill him to get an explanation."
Feng Ling’er pondered for a moment and said, "With such a chivalrous heart, even if you’re not the most powerful among us, you should be the leader of our heroes."
She had indeed thought of exterminating the whole family but translating that thought into action would take time, needing several days to stew over it. But Duan Yun made decisions swiftly; if they took his Silver this afternoon, he wouldn’t let them see the sunrise the next morning.
This decisiveness...
"Since you’re back, later, give me a disguise. Heroic killings are one thing; Heroic Changes are another. If I get famous for killing, it won’t be easy to change my ways," Duan Yun analyzed.
Feng Ling’er’s group quietly muttered, "You still know your infamous reputation and don’t dare to expose it easily, huh?"
Yes, if Duan Yun and his group of heroes were exposed, it would certainly cause a stir here, possibly scaring away a bunch of people.
At that time, trying to blend into large and small sects, having them unknowingly complete the Heroic Change willingly would not be possible.
So being a young hero is tough—not just killing and changing but also keeping a low profile.
Duan Yun ate quite a bit this meal.
Because during the meal, he had figured it out.
Judging from the attitudes of those Grey Eagle Gang disciples, this sect often bullied people, extracting marrow to eat meat. Tonight, he wouldn’t just kill the Gang Leader; he would do as he did with the Xuanxiong Gang, slaying from top to bottom until they dared not meddle in others’ renovations and charge unreasonable fees.
The Grey Eagle Gang was much larger than the Xuanxiong Gang, and to kill up and down would be quite exhausting. Naturally, Duan Yun needed to eat his fill.
Thinking about once again Acting for Heaven, eliminating unreasonable fees, gave him a bubbling excitement.
Some things, no matter how many times you do them, always thrill.
You can only say that a young hero acts without forgetting their roots.
After the meal, Feng Ling’er began working on Duan Yun’s Human Skin Mask. As she meticulously touched his face with her slender fingers, she asked, "What kind of disguise do you want?"
Duan Yun replied, "Make it look kind and knowledgeable in medicine."
Seeing her touch so enthusiastically, Shen Ying suspected she was taking advantage of work to cop a feel, wanted to complain but couldn’t find evidence, and instead punched the wooden post at the door twice.
The post splintering made Big White, next to it, roll over several times in fright.
Duan Yun exclaimed, "What’s wrong?"
Feng Ling’er placed her hand on his face, saying, "Don’t move. What else could it be, just a bit of a temper? Women have a few days like this each month, though some women have a few more days than others."
Shen Ying clenched her fists and said, "Feng Ling’er, don’t come to my room to sleep tonight."
She knew Feng Ling’er was afraid of ghosts.
Feng Ling’er, unconcerned, said, "Fine, I’ll sleep in Duan Yun’s room. Anyway, he’s off to kill, won’t be back anytime soon, Big White can guard the door for me."
"You old lady! Have you no shame!"
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When Duan Yun left, the two women were still quarreling, giving him a headache.
This time, he didn’t even bring Brother Murong along.
Because he needed to keep things low-key, he needed to assassinate.
Standing on the riverside of the Qinghe, Duan Yun couldn’t help but take a deep breath.
This Qinghe City, after nightfall, still had plenty of places alight.
No need to guess; those places were likely associated with drinking, gambling, and debauchery.
The riverbank, during the day crowded with people washing clothes and fetching water, now appeared quite deserted.
Only the dim yellow lights from the riverside houses illuminated the banks slightly.
The river was like that, no matter how many clothes, pots, or night jars you wash here, after some time, it would return to being clean.
Even in the dim night, Duan Yun could see the water was crystal clear.
Perhaps when he returns later, he might need to wash himself here too.
Estimating the direction, Duan Yun headed east of the city.
As soon as he arrived in Qinghe City, he knew where the Grey Eagle Gang was located.
You could say this gang truly made money, possibly showing off their house-building skills with a tall Grey Eagle wooden sculpture at the entrance.
Because the Grey Eagle Gang was engaged in construction, making tiles, and roofing, it was a labor-intensive business, much larger in scale than the Iron Blood Sect.