Chapter 1 Rongcheng

In an office building in the south of Rongcheng.

This time, they didn't go to the conference room, but went directly to Lin Wan'er's residence.

Because the situation was too urgent.

By the time Chen Ran pushed open the door and rushed in, the small room was already crowded with people, and the scene was filled with a strange sense of tension and unease.

Number Two frowned, and Number Three also showed a rare solemn expression.

Lin Wan'er had gotten up in a hurry and hadn't had time to change her clothes. She was just wearing a coat, and her unremarkable face hid a curvaceous figure.

Wan Yuanning was also there, because she needed to constantly help Lin Wan'er maintain her face, so she lived very close to Lin Wan'er.

At this moment, everyone's focus was on the boy in the middle.

The boy lowered his head, his body still trembling from time to time, as if he had suffered a great shock.

Even more terrifying, the boy's left hand was covered in blood, which was still dripping down. The little finger was completely gone, and the ring finger and index finger also had bite marks, even revealing the pale white bone.

But compared to the physical devastation, Number Thirteen's biggest blow came from his spirit.

He couldn't forget the scene of Number Ten being killed, and he couldn't forget the murderer's face, that black trench coat.

That's right, he had already confirmed the identity of the murderer through his ability.

"What exactly happened?" Chen Ran couldn't accept this deathly silence, which made him even more uneasy.

Hearing this, Number Thirteen's body trembled, as did his hands, and blood dripped down his left fingertips. "I saw it, I saw... the murderer who killed Number Ten."

"Who is it?" Chen Ran raised an eyebrow. "Is it Number One, that guy?"

Number Thirteen shook his head frantically, his face full of grief, and his tone filled with an unbearable pain. "It's not him, it's... it's Wu."

"It's him?" Number Eight exclaimed, her tone suddenly rising.

Number Thirteen nodded fiercely. "That's right, it's him, I can be sure! He stabbed Number Ten in the heart with a knife, killing him with one blow, leaving Number Ten no chance." His voice choked up.

"How could it be him? If he wanted to harm Number Ten, he would have done it long ago. There's no reason for him to drag it out until now." Number Eight's voice was strange, her small face very serious, and she raised her head. "Could it be that someone is pretending to be Wu and attacking Number Ten in order to make us fight among ourselves and kill each other?"

As she said this, Wan Yuanning's body trembled involuntarily. She could feel several obscure gazes scanning her, and she immediately understood that these people suspected that she was involved.

Her ability was disguise, and it wouldn't be difficult to disguise someone as Wu.

"This matter has nothing to do with me. If you hadn't said it, I wouldn't have known such a thing would happen." Wan Yuanning defended herself. "Please believe me."

Lin Wan'er glanced at Wan Yuanning, then shook her head and said in a low voice, "This matter has nothing to do with her."

Number Thirteen also spoke. "It couldn't be her. That guy must be Wu. No, it's him, it's Wu who killed Number Ten, there's no mistake, the guys in my sect aren't that easy to fool!"

Number Three took a deep breath. "It seems... it really is that guy."

"But how could it be?" Number Two's expression became agitated.

According to Number Four's previous plan, Wu had extremely strong growth potential and would be Ling and Number Ten's trump card in the future, but now, his own trump card had killed someone.

Chen Ran stood up and walked out without saying a word.

Lin Wan'er stopped him. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to talk to him." Chen Ran paused, then spoke.

Number Two grabbed his cowboy hat, put it on his head, and walked towards the door with a livid face. "Wait for me, you probably can't negotiate alone. I'll go with you, and we'll talk to him together."

"Count me in, I love chatting the most." Number Eight slung her black bag over her shoulder and joined in the fun.

Relatively speaking, Number Three was the most polite. Before preparing to take action, he first nodded to Lin Wan'er. "Sir, I know you're worried about them. I'll keep an eye on them. Don't worry, they won't act rashly."

Now, besides Wu himself, there was also an unknown, bizarre presence.

To be able to grow into a Law Enforcer within the old chairman's territory, his methods were conceivable.

To deal with these two guys, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to send out the entire Crimson team.

"Stop!" Lin Wan'er's voice rang out.

Almost ingrained in their bones, several people stopped at the same time. Chen Ran turned his head, his eyes fixed on Lin Wan'er's face, with some dissatisfaction in them.

"Sir, is there anything else you want to say?" Number Three was as respectful as ever.

"You're rushing to the door rashly before you've even figured out what's going on. Have you forgotten what I told you before?" Lin Wan'er's tone and attitude weren't aggressive, but all the Crimson members felt a sense of tension.

Especially Number Eight, who used to be the naughtiest and suffered the worst punishment.

If Number Thirteen hadn't taken the initiative to bear a large part of the blame for her, she would have been in even worse shape.

"Sir, this time it's Number Ten who's in danger. That bad Wu actually dared to attack Number Ten. He probably doesn't know how powerful we are!" One hand gripped a saw, and the other held an axe. At this moment, Number Eight looked very powerful.

Lin Wan'er frowned and asked, "Tell me, how powerful are you?"

Number Eight felt a little虚 (xū - weak), but when she realized that everyone was looking at her, she knew that she couldn't lose her momentum at this moment, so she lied and shouted loudly, "I'm very powerful, you don't even know. Recently... recently I've improved a lot, I've learned a lot of new moves, and this time I'm going to sacrifice Wu to my axe!"

Lin Wan'er didn't take the bait at all, stared at her, and asked directly, "Last time, how many moves did you last against the Judge?"

Number Eight's old face didn't blush at all when her weaknesses were exposed, and she yelled, "That's only because I struck first and seriously injured another high-level disciple, Cai Hua Po (Flower-Picking Granny), and then I was distracted and ambushed by that old thing, the Judge!"

Seeming to think that her words weren't convincing, Number Eight pointed at Number Three and asked loudly, "If you don't believe me, ask Number Three, he was there at the time and can testify for me."

"Number Eight, you're not the Judge's opponent." Number Three adjusted his glasses and said seriously, "If you and the Judge are both performing normally, you won't even have a chance to escape."

Number Thirteen defended Number Eight in a very small voice. "If she performs exceptionally well, she still has a chance to run away."

Hearing this, Number Eight's face turned green. "You two shut up!"

"Don't participate in this kind of battle, just stay at home and wait for our news." Chen Ran rarely gave her a way out. "We're all going out, we need to leave a strong person to guard the house."

"You are that strong person." Number Two nodded seriously.