Chaotic World Book
Chapter 240 - 235: The Cheeky Little Snake

Chapter 240: Chapter 235: The Cheeky Little Snake

Outside the Autumn Rain Tower, the misty rain shrouded everything in a haze.

The Xingyi Gang’s massive melee at Peace Lake took a drastic turn with Sha Qi’s men joining the fray, leading to the Pinghu Association’s defeat like a collapsing mountain as they scattered in all directions.

Wei Zicai didn’t linger and had already left.

It was unclear if he harbored any thoughts of silencing Zhao Changhe, but seeing Han Wubing at Zhao Changhe’s side, eyes filled with vigilance, and then considering the inscrutable and serpent-faced Winged Fire Snake, he ultimately didn’t dare make a move. He merely whispered, "I will return and confess my faults to the seat leader, asking to resign."

Zhao Changhe said nothing and let him go.

"Cough." Sha Qi coughed dryly twice and sauntered over, "That, Wei Zicai’s issue won’t affect the deal we had agreed upon, right?"

"Right." Zhao Changhe didn’t even glance at him, and replied indifferently, "In fact, we don’t need to do anything else. If Lord Sha Qi can’t take control of Sword Lake City under these circumstances, then he would be unworthy of Master Ying Wu’s considerable trust, wouldn’t he?"

"The city might be simple, but what about the lake? We have no interest in the city; controlling it is only a means to have the lake."

"If we leave, just find it yourself. You would monopolize Sword Lake City and still not be able to find the place?"

Sha Qi said no more, secretly thinking that as long as they didn’t double-cross and cause trouble, it would be fine.

At this moment, he was somewhat wary of Zhao Changhe; who knew what kind of disturbance this fellow and the Winged Fire Snake Han Wubing could stir up.

Zhao Changhe had flashed his Demon Suppression Department badge, and Wei Zicai couldn’t argue back. Other Demon Suppression Department agents would still listen to the secret envoy, and at this moment, the Xingyi Gang would be extremely grateful to him. In theory, Zhao Changhe might very well become the top power in Sword Lake City at this time. If he really wanted to turn against Kangle Gambling House, there would be a lot of trouble.

If Zhao Changhe decided to play as a city lord, he could likely smooth things over in Sword Lake with ease.

Thinking about it was quite impressive... was this man... a prince?

Sha Qi’s mind was filled with thoughts he couldn’t articulate, and without saying more, he hurriedly left.

After watching him leave, Zhao Changhe turned to Han Wubing, "Do you still want to stay in that place? If you do, we could turn against Sha Qi again."

Han Wubing laughed, "Why bother? It’s time for me to leave too. The Sword Intent there has been mostly absorbed by me, and it won’t be of much use to others now. Just handing over an empty Sword Room is enough for them."

"There is still some Sword Intent left..." Zhao Changhe thought for a moment and smiled, "But indeed not much remains, so let them play with it. Everyone thinks it’s some earth-shattering secret place, they put all their Heart Power into finding it, and then they discover it’s just a courtyard as big as an inn’s. Who knows if they’ll feel like they’ve eaten shit."

Han Wubing shook his head, chuckling at the remark.

Zhao Changhe continued, "However, I don’t think they really want it for any practical purposes. I get the feeling some people might simply be collecting various lost spaces... after all, it’s a kind of bridge."

Han Wubing nodded, saying, "Perhaps."

"It doesn’t concern us. We haven’t even touched the Human List; we’re still too distant from those high-end disputes," Zhao Changhe said, changing the subject, "What are you planning now?"

Han Wubing asked, "Is there anything you need me to do?"

Zhao Changhe smiled, "Oh, I forgot you’re a bounty hunter. How much to kill someone?"

Han Wubing put on a stern face, "One billion."

"How about tens of billions on your face? Want it?"

"?"

"Go to the grasslands. When the war at Yanmen commences, there will be plenty of opportunities for us to wield our weapons."

Han Wubing nodded, "That’s exactly my intention."

Zhao Changhe waved his hand dismissively, "Get lost, get lost. You’re not addicted to being a big candle yet? Don’t think I want to join you on the grasslands. Go have fun on your own."

A speechless Han Wubing glanced at the Winged Fire Snake beside Zhao Changhe and after holding back for a while, finally couldn’t resist asking, "Was that girl last time the Holy Daughter of the Four Symbols Sect?"

"So what?" Zhao Changhe responded.

"Do you plan to conquer the Four Symbols Sect with your male charm?"

Zhao Changhe let fly a kick, sending Han Wubing flying backward, retreating all the way out of the Autumn Rain Tower. As he flew back, he clasped his hands and chuckled, "I won’t say thank you for this time. I’ll wait for you on the grasslands."

His voice trailed off as he vanished into the distance.

"His Qinggong is quite impressive, ah. If I had known he was this capable, I wouldn’t have believed he could be captured by anyone."

Zhao Changhe clicked his tongue twice and walked over to the railing to look down.

Outside the tower, the misty rain continued, the sounds of fighting gradually receding, leaving only the bloodstains on the ground, silently flowing beneath the wash of the fine rain.

The Vermilion Bird Venerable stood by with a stony face, having silently observed Zhao Changhe wrapping things up; she finally spoke her first words, "Are you really going to let Wei Zicai go and continue your cooperation with Sha Qi?"

Zhao Changhe said, "Although they plotted for their own benefits, they ultimately did no harm to me, which is different in nature. As for Wei Zicai’s betrayal... In fact, it’s not surprising that the people in both the Four Symbols Sect and the Demon Suppression Department are scheming for their own interests, especially the Demon Suppression Department. With the organization near collapse, how many loyal and righteous people could there be? It’d be good enough if they don’t defect to the barbarians... I will write to Chief Tang and see how she handles it."

Vermilion Bird thought for a moment, then spoke indifferently, "I think she might not even deal with it, since making a move isn’t as good as overlooking the mistake. But she might reward you, maybe with a special favor?"

Zhao Changhe turned to look at her. That sounded so sour...

Yet Vermilion Bird’s topic suddenly changed, "What does it mean by ’male charms conquering the Four Symbols Sect’?"

Zhao Changhe coughed dryly, "Han Wubing is nuts, don’t mind him."

"What does it mean by ’Vermilion Bird Venerable having an affair with you’?"

"Zhao Changhe is nuts, don’t mind him."

"Don’t mind?" Vermilion Bird gritted her teeth and grabbed his collar, "Now the whole Sword Lake City has heard what you said, you did that on purpose, didn’t you?"

Zhao Changhe turned his head to look at the scenery, almost as if he was about to whistle.

Seeing his leisurely demeanor, Vermilion Bird ground her teeth but surprisingly found no anger in her heart, only amusement.

It doesn’t matter, after all. It’s the Winged Fire Snake’s reputation that’s been ruined, and it’s the Winged Fire Snake whom he’s been toying with. Sooner or later, I’ll find a chance to dispose of this little bitch.

However, this face must not be uncovered; it has to be stuck through.

"Heh..." Vermilion Bird suddenly laughed, her voice from gnashing teeth turning somewhat enchanting as she moved close to his ear and breathed softly, "Want to see me unmask?"

Zhao Changhe coughed and said, "You just admit it’s more me helping you, right? You barely used any of your own strength, it was only for dealing with your own traitors. Even when He Lei wanted to kill you, it was my forethought and arrangements that saved you."

Vermilion Bird cooed, "Correct~"

Zhao Changhe cautiously said, "So..."

"Dream on!" Vermilion Bird suddenly sprang up, "If it weren’t for you making a big deal out of finding rumors, I wouldn’t have been in danger at all. Knowing who the traitors are, I could have dealt with them quietly. Why would I need to face an assassination in public? Why on earth would He Lei want to hack me? My danger was all caused by you, I’m the one who got dragged down by you, and you have the nerve to say you’re helping me! I even suspect all these characters are actors you hired for your own play!"

"Eh?" Zhao Changhe stroked his chin, "That seems to make some sense."

Vermilion Bird was quite pleased, "Right?!"

"Setting aside the facts, just admit that it was me who found out the traitor, right? Don’t you owe me more?"

"Of course, I helped you more. Without my snap of the fingers, Qin Ruhui would have killed you!"

"You’re being unreasonable!"

"So what if I am, I am the Demoness of the Demon Sect!"

"Embracing disgrace really is damn useful," Zhao Changhe laughed, "Fine, fine, fine, we won’t unmask. But I’m not looking at this snake face, bring on a pig instead."

"What do you have against my Winged Fire Snake?"

"Nothing." Zhao Changhe took out his own pig face and put it on, "It’s just that with a pig, we make a pair."

"Who’s a pair with you?" Although Vermilion Bird said this, she couldn’t help bursting into laughter at the sight of his pig face, finding it adorable every time she saw it.

She figured he felt the same when looking at her.

Vermilion Bird’s eyes swirled as she finally found a corner to switch masks, turned her head and said, "It’s not because we’re a pair, but to fulfill a bet with this mask!"

"Our bet was to see your true face, so are you saying that this pig is actually your true face?"

"I think you’re asking for it!" Vermilion Bird pounced, and Zhao Changhe took off running.

The two pig heads, one chasing, the other fleeing, vanished into the misty rain.

In the chaotic city, in a Worldly Society devoid of good people, against the oppressive weather and dull colors, all shattered in the midst of the chase. The coolness of the autumn rain seeped through the gaps of the masks onto the cheeks, a refreshing chill, as if all the turmoil had vanished, making the Worldly Society beautiful once more.

The pig head darted into an inn, where the male pig head was finally caught by the female pig head, pinned against a wall, and pretended to be ready to hit him.

The male pig head suddenly reached out and caught the wrist of the female pig head.

The two pigs faced each other, the atmosphere becoming serene for a moment.

In broad daylight, by the lakeside in the rain, and with this lone man and woman together in a room, the playful ruckus naturally created a different atmosphere.

Vermilion Bird abruptly realized, what am I doing?

How did I actually start flirting with him...

I’m not the Winged Fire Snake sent by the Venerable to get involved with him, damn it... I’m the Vermilion Bird... what on earth am I doing...