Chapter 162: The Hand in the Night

Words : 1222 Updated : Sep 28th, 2025

The second release! Ten Chapters burst on Saturday! "You..." As the saying goes, ’every creature has its master’, Chu Qingxue had managed to subdue Chen Xijun. However, Fu Shiyin was far from being Chen Xijun’s match—a single sentence from Chen Xijun left her speechless. "Captain Chen, are you blaming us by saying this?" Liang Hongjun stood up. Chen Xijun sneered, "Did I blame you? However, Jiangnan has indeed been flooded with many outsiders recently. It’s natural that the security situation has become chaotic. I must crack down with full force!" "You..." The members of the Six Fan Sect were so furious they were nearly gasping for breath. Wasn’t Chen Xijun obviously calling them riffraff? "Captain Chen, we have also taken this case today. This type of case is not something you can handle. It would be better for you to just catch some thieves and make the news," Liang Hongjun said somewhat arrogantly. Chen Xijun sneered again, "Fine. I really want to see how the legendary Six Fan Sect solves cases. Let me learn something!" Chen Xijun did not put up much resistance and directly handed the case over to the people from the Six Fan Sect. "Hiss!" The people from the Six Fan Sect quickly got involved, starting with examining the corpse. However, as they delved deeper, sounds of sharp intakes of breath were heard repeatedly. "What kind of weapon should this be, You Ming?" Liang Hongjun asked. You Ming, appearing as if he was born expressionless, spoke stiffly, "Judging from the wound, it should be a weapon not wider than two fingers. Considering the depth of the wound, the weapon should be very long. I reckon it must be a type of long sword. If it’s a knife, then it can only be a Miao Knife!" "Miao Knife?" Liang Hongjun’s eyes deepened in thought, "The legendary Imperial Forest Army Knife, a blend of knife and spear, immensely lethal. But probably very few people can completely master it, right?" "Indeed, this person’s Sword Technique is nothing short of artistic. He struck at least seven times in an instant, and each stroke was different, with lifting and piercing, just like Magic. This person is probably even more formidable than the one from Tianhua Villa!" You Ming concluded. "This person’s Sword Technique is extremely rare. It seems as though he had beheaded the victim, but actually, the person had already died before the beheading due to a contre-coup fracture of the skull base; an external force applied to the skull cracked the weaker parts at the base on impact, killing him instantly!" ... The fervent analysis by the group also made their hearts pound with fear, because every conclusion pointed to just how invincible this person was, his abnormal Sword Technique appearing almost like cheating. "I wonder if this person is a Martial Artist at that kind of Realm? I’m becoming more and more intrigued by Jiangnan, so many masters, and my hands are itching like crazy!" Peng Yu began daydreaming again. "Swoosh!" At that moment, the sound of fluttering clothes suddenly erupted, and a shadow, cat-like, zipped through the darkness, impossible to trace. "Someone’s here? Chase!" But these were the elite of the Six Fan Sect, far stronger than ordinary police, with Liang Hongjun leading the chase. Shortly after, several others shot out like arrows, following the direction the shadow had flicked to. "Whoosh whoosh whoosh..." Streaks of residual images flitted by; had ordinary people seen this, their jaws would certainly have dropped. These individuals moved like martial arts masters from TV shows who possessed Qinggong, too fast for the naked eye to capture. At this time, Ye Chenfeng had already dropped Lin Qingzhu off at her home, an old-style villa. Ye Chenfeng did not go up, watching as Ye Chenfeng’s figure moved away, Lin Qingzhu’s cheeks flushed like a cloud of red braised pork. Ye Chenfeng drove alone back, and when he reached a street, his eyelids twitched, detecting something unusual. "Swoosh!" Through the car window, he saw a dark shadow dart out diagonally from the side road and crash into the car, the figure being thrown high. I hit someone! Ye Chenfeng’s heart thumped! Ye Chenfeng quickly stopped the car, but after getting out, he saw no one around. He couldn’t help but feel puzzled. He had just seen someone being thrown by the collision, but now there was no sign of anyone. Could it be a ghost? Even if it were something like a Ghost Charm, Ye Chenfeng would not be scared. "Hm?"Correct content is on NovelFire) Ye Chenfeng’s expression tensed, and a mysterious eeriness seeped from the pitch-black alley beside him. Ye Chenfeng was a curious person, and coupled with his Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, he couldn’t feel at ease without getting to the bottom of things. Therefore, Ye Chenfeng stepped into the alley. However, the eerie atmosphere did not disperse. Quiet, terrifyingly quiet! Eerily quiet! "Swoosh!" A cold wind swept through, sending a chill to his bones and making Ye Chenfeng shiver uncontrollably. "Drip, drip, drip..." Right after, a crisp dripping sound followed, as if fresh blood was falling to the ground from a height. The atmosphere grew even more eerie, and the alley seemed to darken further, completely engulfed in a world of darkness. Ye Chenfeng snapped and lit a cigarette, taking several deep drags. "Come out now? Don’t make me force you out!" Ye Chenfeng scanned his surroundings and said without fear. "Hee hee hee..." A creepy, hair-raising laugh erupted, sounding like teeth gnashing on human flesh, sending tingles across one’s scalp. "Tap, tap, tap..." The moment that creepy laughter sounded, Ye Chenfeng moved swiftly, his steps tapping as his figure dashed forward. His afterimages overlapped in mid-air; his speed was akin to lightning. He moved fast, but the figure was not slow at all: it dodged Ye Chenfeng’s pursuit lightning-fast and had already escaped by the time Ye Chenfeng arrived. However, with just a fleeting glimpse, Ye Chenfeng managed to get a rough view of the person’s appearance and attire. He couldn’t help but be surprised. "Hm?" Suddenly, Ye Chenfeng’s eyes filled with danger, sensing four powerful auras approaching. They had one thing in common: all four were Martial Artists, much higher in caliber than the Four Wolves from the previous group! "Yo ho, four more experts coming. This is getting interesting, just in time to satisfy my craving for a good fight!" As Ye Chenfeng laughed, he surprisingly began to do calisthenics on the spot, twisting his waist and stretching his chest skillfully! "Chase him! He disappeared into this alley!" The four were none other than Fu Shiyin, Liang Hongjun, and their group, who had been chasing a mysterious figure until they reached here. "There’s someone here! Everyone, be careful!" Liang Hongjun instructed. "Okay!" The four nodded at each other and cautiously approached the street. "Pretty fast, huh!" Ye Chenfeng chuckled lightly, growing more and more excited. By this time, he had just finished his set of calisthenics, fully warmed up. However, at that moment, suddenly a pale hand emerged from the darkness, unexpectedly covering Ye Chenfeng’s mouth without warning. A person appeared beside him, bringing a faint scent along, who pulled him away. The curvaceous body pressed tightly against him, and Ye Chenfeng didn’t need to think to know this was a woman.

Chapter 162: The Hand in the Night

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