"King, your things!"
The Magician took off his hat and handed over the items.
Chen Fan took them and judged by their weight that there were four pieces inside, not three as before.
He walked towards the shore and said, "You can all disperse!"
"Disperse already? The mastermind is still out there," the Magician said with a hint of dissatisfaction, then mused for a moment, "Do you want to take him out?"
"Those who can run have already run, and those who can't will naturally be caught," Chen Fan said calmly. "However, if you don't find it too tiring, then go ahead. Just don't kill them, make sure they're alive!"
The incident tonight was too big and required some explanation.
Although revealing his identity would guarantee no problems, it was still better to keep someone alive.
"Alright!"
The Magician was about to leave.
Mei Ji suddenly interjected, "It's over before I've even warmed up. This kind of protection mission should be given to the Magician next time."
"Mei Ji, my marksmanship is much better than yours," the Magician retorted.
Mei Ji rolled her eyes, ignored him, and enthusiastically asked Chen Fan, "King, are you really alright?"
"I'm fine!"
The three walked to the shore and found that Su Yuhua and Yuan Liangping were indeed gone.
Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, they had already slipped away.
However, a few people remained on the shore.
Among them, Gongsun Zheng sat on the ground, his sword resting on his knees, his complexion exceptionally pale.
At this moment, a youth with a tender face and tear-streaked cheeks stepped forward and said with grief and indignation, "Mr. Chen, Grandfather Zheng wishes to speak with you."
Chen Fan walked over.
Seeing Chen Fan approach, Gongsun Zheng suddenly smiled and said, "It was indeed me who died, but Brother Chen, you are also injured, aren't you?"
"I have been injured all along," Chen Fan also sat down cross-legged, his expression as usual.
"Yes, you have been injured all along!"
Gongsun Zheng laughed until tears streamed down his face. "I only have one thing I don't understand. You are clearly not a Martial Dao Grandmaster, yet you were able to step into the realm of Martial Dao Grandmaster at that moment, connecting with heaven and earth?"
Chen Fan glanced around at the others, his gaze becoming distant, and said faintly, "On the battlefield, carrying the might of tens of thousands of soldiers, with the spirit of countless heroic souls bestowed upon me, what is a mere Martial Dao Grandmaster worth?"
"So that's how it is, so that's how it is..."
Gongsun Zheng murmured.
The aura of the military formation, iron-blooded and deadly, could change the color of the sky and earth!
A mere Martial Dao Grandmaster was indeed insignificant.
Legend had it that even ancient Earth Immortals were powerless in the midst of a vast battlefield, only able to resort to assassination. This was the reason.
The convergence of the fervent yang qi and blood of countless iron-blooded soldiers, coupled with the invincible killing intent, meant that his death, Gongsun Zheng's death, was not in vain!
He laboriously raised his hand and handed the sword to Gongsun Liang.
"Grandfather Zheng!"
Gongsun Liang cried, tears falling like rain.
"To hear the Dao in the morning, one can die in the evening. Foolish child, why do you weep? This Gongsun family sword is now yours. Take it to slay your enemies and yourself. In this life, you must achieve the realm of Martial Dao Grandmaster!"
"Grandfather..."
Gongsun Liang, who had taken the sword, wept uncontrollably.
"No crying, and no seeking revenge. If you cannot break through the bottleneck of Martial Dao and die in a duel, it is a thousand times better than dying of old age from incompetence!"
Gongsun Zheng said sternly to Gongsun Liang, not liking his weeping.
Gongsun Liang stopped crying, but his tears flowed even more torrentially.
"Yue Qing, I'm sorry. My life should have been dedicated to Martial Dao, yet I could not help but have feelings for you, wasting half of your life..."
Turning to Gu Yue Qing, Gongsun Zheng said apologetically.
"Brother Zheng!" Gu Yue Qing was also in tears.
Gongsun Zheng sighed softly and said, "It's the same for you. After my death, no one is allowed to seek revenge for me!"
Gu Yue Qing, Gongsun Liang, and the others fell silent.
Gongsun Zheng's gaze returned to Chen Fan, and he smiled, "Brother Chen, Gongsun Zheng will depart first. There are still countless enemies and dangers on this path, and I hope you will go further than I did!"
"I certainly will!" Chen Fan said without reservation.
"Hahaha..."
Gongsun Zheng laughed heartily, but as he laughed, blood suddenly seeped from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
His laughter faded, and he suddenly passed away.
"Grandfather!" Gongsun Liang cried out in sorrow.
Gu Yue Qing gently stroked Gongsun Zheng's face, wiping away the blood beads flowing from his eyes.
Gongsun Zheng, a peak Hua Jin expert in Martial Dao, was dead!
Chen Fan got up and left, a faint sense of sorrow in his heart.
Some things were left unsaid, but he understood and empathized.
Looking at Chen Fan's retreating figure, Gu Yue Qing, amidst her grief, felt hatred and bewilderment welling up in her eyes.
Arriving at the parked car, several figures stepped forward.
It was Jiang Tiansheng and his subordinates.
"Mr. Chen, are you alright?" Jiang Tiansheng asked with concern.
Chen Fan waved his hand, opened the car door, picked up his mobile phone, and dialed a number.
"Nightshade, congratulations. You defeated a peak Hua Jin expert!" a familiar voice came from the phone.
"Handle the aftermath!" Chen Fan said expressionlessly.
"Our people are already heading to Hang Jiang," the other party replied.
Chen Fan hung up the phone, turned to Jiang Tiansheng, and said, "Arrange for someone to catch Su Yuhua, don't let him escape!"
"Yes!"
Jiang Tiansheng's spirit lifted, and he immediately made arrangements.
Chen Fan wasted no time. After inquiring about Su Yingxue's whereabouts, he drove to pick her up.
As for the Magician and Mei Ji, they had already left by car, also heading to pursue Su Yuhua.
At this moment, several cars were speeding towards the east of Hang Jiang.
In the leading Bentley, Su Yuhua's face was ashen, and his gaze was sinister.
"Third Uncle, what do we do now?" Yuan Liangping, who was in the same car, said fearfully, his eyes wide with terror.
"Why the panic?"
Su Yuhua glanced at his partner, his eyes revealing disgust.
Some people failed repeatedly not due to a lack of strength, but simply due to bad luck, belonging to the type of person who would never succeed no matter what they did.
This was certainly superstitious, but in Southeast Asia, the concept of fate and feng shui was extremely prevalent.
Having spent over twenty years in Siam, Su Yuhua had also become a firm believer in fate and feng shui. He still wore a Buddha amulet around his neck.
After arranging so much weaponry and so many men, he still couldn't do anything to Chen Fan.
This began to make Su Yuhua resent Yuan Liangping.
"Stop the car!"
Seeing that they were in a deserted area, Su Yuhua commanded sternly.
The convoy stopped.
Su Yuhua got out of the car and said, "Liangping, we will go our separate ways now. I suggest you head directly back to Jiang Bei. That is the sphere of influence of your Yuan family. No matter how powerful Chen Fan is, he won't be able to touch you in Jiang Bei, and you can disappear without a trace!"
Yuan Liangping felt a little relieved and asked, "What about you, Third Uncle?"
"Me?" Su Yuhua said indifferently, "What could happen to me? Those people were hired by you, they have nothing to do with me."
Yuan Liangping was stunned.
Just as he had used Su Yuhua last time, he was now being used by Su Yuhua, becoming a tool in Su Yuhua's hands.
His heart gave a jolt.
"I'll leave this car for you. Go back to Jiang Bei."
Su Yuhua patiently comforted him, "Most of them are dead. Even if they investigate you, there's no direct evidence, so you don't need to worry too much!"
After speaking, he got into an ordinary Toyota in front and drove away.
Yuan Liangping was only accompanied by one car, carrying his bodyguards.
"Return to Jiang Bei!"
Hatred towards Su Yuhua flashed through his mind, but he had no choice but to instruct the driver to drive, to flee Hang Jiang first.
Two hours later, as the car exited the Jiang Bei expressway, a large contingent of military vehicles suddenly appeared and blocked their way.
Yuan Liangping couldn't believe it.
How could they react so quickly?
"Mr. Yuan, we are from the Special Security Department. You are suspected of colluding with foreign forces, threatening national security, hiring assassins to commit murder, resulting in the deaths of over a hundred people."
"You are now under arrest!"