Chapter 6850
No Need to Kneel
This reaction speed... was somewhat beyond his expectations.
A cold, mocking glint flashed across his eyes.
As for the Zhou family...
Xiao Chen instantly understood, even with a hint of barely perceptible helplessness.
That girl Zhou Keying... is almost stubborn.
Aside from that incomplete ancient elixir formula that he casually "leaked" in some boring situation to pass the time, what else could the Zhou family possibly have that would warrant such a great deal of effort?
To him, the prescription was nothing more than a piece of waste paper; the missing key parts were enough to lead anyone attempting to restore it into a dead end.
But for the Zhou family, this tattered piece of paper was nothing less than a key that could unlock a treasure or unleash a massive wave, enough to make them devote all their efforts to finding the possible source.
Dragon Guards...
Xiao Chen's thoughts paused briefly here, without much turmoil.
It's no secret that there are people within the Dragon Guard who want to get rid of him.
However, he had cultivated deep roots in Longwei for many years and also had trusted "acquaintances" who could keep things under control.
Checks and balances?
He can do it anytime he wants.
While the Dragon Guard's investigation is troublesome, it is still within the controllable rules of the game and is not an unsolvable problem.
The most troublesome and disheartening group is the prisoner!
Xiao Chen's brows furrowed even more silently, etching two deep lines between them.
This persistent, venomous spying is the real threat!
He couldn't be sure if the Prison Clan had already discovered his true identity—the former God of War.
But this possibility itself, like the Sword of Damocles hanging overhead, exudes an extremely unsettling chill.
This situation... is indeed a bit of a headache.
An invisible sense of unease quietly arose, like cold vines coiling around my heart.
Xiao Chen is not afraid of trouble, nor is he afraid of these so-called behemoth families or powerful official institutions.
What he truly feared was the trouble itself, the kind of persistent and inescapable entanglement!
Once truly "targeted" by the abyss-like power of the Prison Clan, it's like being entangled by the most vicious maggots, impossible to shake off or kill, bringing endless harassment, probing, and potential deadly traps.
This goes against his efficient and direct approach to things!
not to mention……
The cold light in Xiao Chen's eyes intensified.
The minions of the Prison Clan have long since infiltrated every level of human society, even the highest echelons, like silent mold!
This is the most fatal hidden danger.
What if... what if those pawns who have been bewitched or controlled by the Prison Clan use their power to frame him with fabricated charges and slander him?
That would be an extremely troublesome media storm and power struggle!
evidence?
Xiao Chen sneered inwardly.
In this vortex of power and interests, sometimes, suspicion itself is enough to become a "legitimate" excuse for certain forces to launch actions!
He knew all too well the dirty tricks hidden beneath that facade of righteousness.
He hates this feeling!
It's like having thorns in your back; you need to be constantly vigilant against cold arrows from the darkness.
He hated wasting his precious time and energy dealing with these trivial but potentially deadly tests and conspiracies!
This feeling is more frustrating than facing a massive army.
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging killing intent and frustration, and his eyes once again became as hard and sharp as ice.
No matter how many troubles and obstacles block the way, the goal has never changed: to find Jiang Meng and destroy the Prison Clan!
Any obstacle will be crushed! Di Tianyan kept his head down, but he keenly caught the fleeting, almost imperceptible gloom between Xiao Chen's brows.
That moment of solemnity was like dark clouds passing over a cold star.
His mind raced, and he immediately bowed even deeper, deliberately keeping his voice steady and soothing.
"The alliance leader need not worry too much."
The subordinates have already made arrangements for the Chen family's little troubles, as well as the old scoundrel Li Fengyuan's accident.
We have prepared an absolutely reliable and flawless 'stand-in'.
Even if they dig deep and find some unsubstantiated clues, given the Dragon Guard's rules and caution, they would never dare to take action against you unless there is irrefutable evidence.
He paused slightly, his tone carrying a hint of certainty about Xiao Chen's past reputation.
"After all, your current identity... is still a mystery to them, and they may not be able to figure out its true nature."
He abruptly changed the subject, his voice becoming extremely serious, filled with the deepest concern of his subordinates.
"However, Alliance Leader, please be extra careful!"
The gun is easy to hide, and the dark arrow is hard to prevent.
Especially the Prison Clan... their methods are impossible to guard against.
This was a heartfelt reminder from him.
"Have a heart."
Xiao Chen didn't stop walking, only uttering three words in a low voice.
His voice was calm and even, revealing little emotional fluctuation.
But Di Tianyan felt a chill in his heart, followed by a warm feeling of being recognized.
He knew that for the leader of the alliance to utter those three words was an extremely rare recognition, carrying immense weight.
Without another word, Xiao Chen walked to the heavy soundproof door and pushed it open without hesitation.
"call……"
The heavy door opened, stirring up a faint airflow.
The light in the hallway outside the door was dimmer than that inside.
Three figures, as if cast in steel, stood solemnly like sculptures.
It was Old Snake and two other elite guards with calm, restrained auras and sharp, hawk-like eyes.
They had clearly been waiting there for quite some time.
Upon seeing Xiao Chen's tall and upright figure step out from the door, the three of them seemed to have been switched on at the same time, and reflexively knelt down!
Their movements were perfectly synchronized, their postures extremely respectful, their heads bowed deeply—a reverence and devotion to absolute authority etched into their very bones.
"No need to kneel."
Xiao Chen's voice was not loud, even somewhat calm, but it carried an invisible, undeniable, and immense power, instantly blocking their kneeling movements like an invisible barrier.
He didn't pause in his steps, nor did he even glance to the side. He swept past the three of them like the wind, leaving behind only a cool and distant aura.
Old Snake and the others stood frozen in place, their knees slightly bent but not daring to actually fall, a look of bewilderment and instinctive unease flashing across their faces.
A sense of helplessness, even a barely perceptible hint of irritation, swept through Xiao Chen's heart.
What era are we living in? Why are you still doing this kind of thing?
What he needs is not a ritual of kneeling and bowing his head, but absolute execution and loyal action.
In his view, these formalities were nothing more than pointless formalities that wasted time and energy.
Stepping out of the heavy, luxuriously leather-covered, and dark gold-trimmed doors of the "Qujiang Club," the decadent glamour and clamor behind them are instantly left behind.
The biting autumn chill of the ancient city, like countless fine ice needles, suddenly swept over us, piercing through our thin clothing and bringing a sharp shiver. (End of Chapter)