Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 267: Iron Sleeve 170

Chapter 267: Iron Sleeve 170

Whoosh!

From the stern, a cold arrow suddenly flew toward him.

Mo Qinglong’s heart skipped a beat as he felt an icy chill on his neck.

Splash~

He jumped into the river, sinking to the bottom.

Blood continuously seeped from his neck.

The underwater world was pitch-dark.

Mo Qinglong couldn’t see his own hands. Enduring the intense pain, he felt for his neck.

An arrow had lodged itself into his flesh.

Fortunately, his defense was not bad, and the depth of the arrowhead piercing his flesh was not fatal.

But such a wound was extremely dangerous; he had to remove the arrow as soon as possible.

After sinking more than a meter deep, Mo Qinglong began to swim forward by feel.

Before he jumped into the water, he had glanced around. He should be swimming with the riverbank on his side.

As long as he used the cover of night to escape the vision range of the Wei brothers, he would be able to climb ashore and flee to safety.

Boom~

Suddenly, the river’s surface exploded, water splashing high.

Another cold arrow pierced through the water!

Mo Qinglong felt a heavy impact and sharp pain in his back.

"I, I’ve been shot?!"

Mo Qinglong couldn’t believe it; he was underwater—how had the archer been able to lock onto his location?

This second arrow was too sudden!

Severely injured, Mo Qinglong choked on a mouthful of river water.

But before he could do anything,

Boom~

there was another explosion on the water’s surface.

The third arrow followed immediately, striking Mo Qinglong’s back directly and accurately.

In an instant, Mo Qinglong was certain that all of this, unbelievable as it was, was no accident.

The archer could indeed see his position.

Mo Qinglong, left with no choice, had to surface.

"There, over there!"

The Wei brothers immediately shouted.

Looking back, Mo Qinglong realized he had only managed to swim a few meters away.

Swash~

Four nine-section whips were thrown at him simultaneously, wrapping around his body and pulling him back.

Mo Qinglong was thrown onto the deck, completely losing his ability to resist.

"Damn it, dared to fool me!"

Wei Zhihuo, with a look of lingering fear, yanked the nine-section whip, tightened it around Mo Qinglong’s neck, and pinned him under his foot.

To be honest, if he hadn’t been lucky and used his nine-section whip as a shield at the last moment,

the iron club that Mo Qinglong had used to sneak attack him would’ve caused him quite a bit of pain.

Mo Qinglong was extremely frustrated and roared, "Who, who fired those arrows?"

The Wei brothers stepped aside.

A tall figure approached.

Mo Qinglong’s eyes widened as he scrutinized the unfamiliar young man, his voice filled with shock and doubt, "Who are you?"

Fang Zhixing countered, "Do you know why you’re dying?"

Mo Qinglong bitterly chuckled and replied, "The fight between the Inspector and the Prefectural Governor makes us small fries dispensable."

Fang Zhixing inwardly thought, ’As expected.’

Inspector Tian Heyi was investigating corruption and closing in step by step.

Meanwhile, the Luo Family was also in full swing, directly burning the account books.

Fang Zhixing knew he couldn’t inquire further and gave Wei Zhifeng a look.

Wei Zhifeng understood and immediately tightened his grip, strangling Mo Qinglong to death.

They then set the merchant ship on fire.

But it didn’t end there.

The group hurried to a small gazebo hill, ninety li to the west.

Indeed, there stood an inconspicuous hill, barren with not a single tree around, although it offered a very open view.

There was a gazebo on the hill for travelers to rest.

Five men and a dog arrived at the gazebo hill early; they found a hidden spot nearby to rest.

The night quickly passed.

Gradually, dawn broke.

Fang Zhixing woke early to see the sky slowly brighten with a glimmer of dawn casting light over the hilltop.

He walked around the gazebo, surveyed the surroundings, and frowned slightly.

Xigou also woke up, yawning and stretching before lazily strolling over, asking, "What’s on your mind?"

Fang Zhixing replied, "This place isn’t suitable for an ambush; we might have to go all out later."

"Tch, bring it on then,"

Xigou said nonchalantly, "You have attained Perfection in the Four Beasts Realm, with strength surpassing a hundred and ten thousand pounds. Aside from those elite family scions, who can be your match?"

Fang Zhixing fell silent for a moment, then beckoned, prompting the Wei brothers to come over hastily.

The five of them sat in the gazebo, and before they knew it, daybreak was upon them.

Clop clop clop~

A carriage approached from the distance, its flag bearing the design of three white lotuses that seemed to float on water.

As the flag fluttered in the wind, at first glance, the trio of white lotuses formed a pattern that looked much like the character for ’water’.

"Master, look..."

Wei Zhifeng gestured with his mouth, his eyes catching sight of the carriage.

Fang Zhixing had already noticed it too, surprised, "Why has that carriage no escorts accompanying it?"

The Wei brothers paused, realizing only then that there were no attendants surrounding the carriage.

Usually, the coming person, being the Young Master of the Perfection Lotus Pavilion, had a certain status and warranting pageantry for an outing.

The carriage swiftly reached the top of the hill and the gazebo.

Fang Zhixing gave a sign.

The Wei brothers, picking up on his cue, swiftly moved to the middle of the road, lining up across it.

"Halt~"

The coachman quickly stopped the carriage. He was a middle-aged man with dark skin and an honest face.

Blinking, he hesitated and called out, "What’s going on, why block the road?"

Wei Zhifeng, expressionless, barked, "Is this mountain yours, that you dictate the passage? We’re closing it off today; none shall pass. Go back where you came from."

The coachman immediately lost his nerve and turned back to look inside the carriage.

A folding fan suddenly extended out, lifting the curtain.

Following that, a young man with handsome features stepped out, dressed in a clean white robe, exuding an air of casual elegance.