MMORPG: War God, You are Invincible Again
Chapter 321 - 76: Reap What You Sow

Chapter 321: Chapter 76: Reap What You Sow

Dong, dong, dong...

"Come in."

Hearing Piao Miao’s permission, the butler pushed the door and entered.

"What has happened?" Under normal circumstances, no one was allowed to enter Piao Miao’s laboratory, nor was anyone allowed to disturb her.

"Miss," the butler walked up to Piao Miao and said, "there has been a skirmish on Grand Avenue in the Third Transition, and the guards have already apprehended those involved. Young Master Mo Na is among them."

"Oh? What was he doing in the Third Transition late at night instead of resting at home?" Piao Miao asked this knowingly, taking no responsibility.

The butler didn’t care about that and continued, "It was the Family Head who sent me to find you. He said it was a mess you caused and that you should deal with it yourself."

"Fine, always delegating people." Piao Miao dismissed the butler, left the laboratory, and summoned her subordinates to ask, "Was the task not accomplished?"

"Reporting back, my lord, the person Mo Na provoked is very strong."

"So you didn’t capture him?" Piao Miao said with a cold laugh, "I’ve expended so much effort to nurture you, providing you with the strongest bloodlines in the world, and you can’t even defeat a nobody from the slums?"

"This servant knows his fault," the subordinate dared not retort.

Piao Miao coldly glanced at him, "Idiot."

"Don’t just stand there, go and bring the young master back!" Piao Miao wouldn’t show her face; if she went to the guard station to extract someone, it would confirm many things.

Ma Fuqi had previously been threatened by her, not the Xinlei family. Avenging Mo Na and ambushing Lu Hong were also instigated by Piao Miao; the Duke of Xinlei actually didn’t know. The seventh-layer of the floating world had already been regulated. Starting trouble now was not a good deal.

The Duke letting Piao Miao go was also a kind of probe, wanting to see if Piao Miao was indeed involved. After all, originally some members of the secret forces of the Duke’s family, the Lion’s Blood, were assigned to protect Mo Na.

Over at the guard station, of the three thousand brothers under Ma Fuqi, only one thousand returned. This brutal battle would become an unforgettable nightmare for him. Out of three thousand men against fourteen, no one could have imagined they’d lose two thousand; this was also thanks to Lu Hong, who held off nearly eight men by himself. Otherwise, Ma Fuqi’s entire troop might have fallen at Grand Avenue.

"Bishop, who are these people?" Ma Fuqi, frowning and morose, said, "They killed a thousand of my brothers."

"What people, don’t you have an idea?" Jin Fu spoke mildly—he had long heard of the astonishing strength of the Duke of Xinlei’s secret forces. Today’s battle, indeed, was shocking. The guards were not weak, although not comparable to top-tier forces, they ranked second tier. Such a one-sided massacre could only occur against Third Transition fighters.

"Brother Lu Hong, are you alright?" Qing Ling looked at Lu Hong with concern.

"I’m fine." Lu Hong nearly met a mishap this time; if not for Ma Fuqi’s timely arrival, it wouldn’t have just been three stab wounds on his back.

"Let me see." Qing Ling looked at Lu Hong drenched in blood, feeling a pang of heartache. The three large blood cavities on his back were healing slowly, but the blood had already soaked through his upper garment.

"That... Young Lu Hong." In front of others, Jin Fu dared not casually shout "Your Majesty": "Here, I have the best medicine from the Holy Court for injuries; take it quickly."

Taking over a milky-white pill, even the Holy King couldn’t help but sigh, "Didn’t expect this thing to be mass-produced now."

"You know about this?" Lu Hong asked.

"Yes, these are Jizhen Pills from the Holy Court. They have a very quick effect and are crafted with an extremely mysterious force of belief as a medicinal primer, able to heal most negative conditions."

"This means what? It means your Holy Court now has countless believers, otherwise, why would you freely give this to me for treating external injuries?"

"That’s not entirely true," the Holy King stretched lazily, "The grade of this medicine is much lower than what I formulated at that time, probably reduced for mass production. Boss, I’ve exerted quite some effort in resolving this crisis for you, you should credit me for this."

"Of course, count on it."

After pacifying the Holy King, Lu Hong swallowed the medicine Jin Fu gave, and indeed, in a blink of an eye, his spirit returned to normal.

Qing Ling also breathed a sigh of relief, "You old fellow finally proved useful."

"No,..." Jin Fu thought better of it and decided not to quibble with a woman.

He then asked Lu Hong, "What should we do with these assassins and Mo Na from the Xinlei family?"

"You decide." Lu Hong waved his hand, "I want to go back and rest."

"As you wish." Jin Fu then said to Ma Fuqi, "Aren’t you sending Brother Lu Hong back to the Holy Academy yet?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Ma Fuqi called another team, taking Qing Ling and Lu Hong away from the police station.

After Lu Hong had left, Jin Fu said in a deep voice, "Take me to see the captured assassins."

"Follow me," Ma Fuqi led the way down to the prison. "Bishop, these assassins are extremely formidable. To capture them, we had to cripple their limbs and imprison them beneath the anti-magic stones."

There were hardly any inmates in the police station’s prison; the influential neither offended nor dared to commit crimes.

When Jin Fu arrived in front of the group, he discovered that all the assassins had already committed suicide by biting their tongues.

Ma Fuqi shouted angrily, "Someone come!"

The jailer rushed over in a panic, "Chief... Chief, what do you need?"

"Why are they dead?!"

"I... I don’t know! I just went to the restroom, and I didn’t expect..."

"Forget it." Jin Fu didn’t expect to get any useful information. He wanted to meet these people to investigate the secret forces researched by the Xinlei family. Since they were dead, it was time to drag their bodies back for research.

"I will send someone to collect the bodies tomorrow."

"This..." Ma Fuqi gave an awkward smile, "You’re joking, right? These assassins killed a thousand of our brothers. It’s a major incident and we don’t have the authority to dispose of their bodies without consulting the Romu Department. Please don’t put me in a difficult position."

"Put you in a difficult position?" Jin Fu sneered, "I told you at the beginning that there were fourteen assassins. If even one was missing, you’d regret it. Now two are missing; you just wait."

"No, sir, Bishop, the enemies were too strong. We couldn’t stop them. Only one escaped, not two; one was killed right at the start by Lu Hong, that man in the mask."

"Then let me take one of the bodies." Jin Fu conceded a step, making a request.

"Alright." Ma Fuqi gritted his teeth. After all, since an assassin had already escaped, one more or less was just a matter of how it was recorded in the reports.

With Ma Fuqi’s agreement, Jin Fu didn’t linger any longer and left.

As for Mo Na, he didn’t care, nor did he want to. As a direct descendant of the Xinlei family, he couldn’t be harmed easily. Basically, as long as the Xinlei family came to claim him, he had to be released.

Besides, Mo Na wasn’t really implicated in this situation. With everyone dead and the escaped assassin unlikely to be recaptured, Mo Na just needed to insist he was merely passing by; without direct evidence, who could do anything to him?

Ma Fuqi knew this all too well, so although Mo Na had been knocked unconscious, they didn’t mistreat him randomly.

Shortly after Jin Fu left, Piao Miao’s men sneaked into the police station.

Ma Fuqi was furious and stared at them without saying a word.

"Chief Ma, how have you been lately?" The other party was cunning, sliding a small black box across the table.

"I don’t want your things. Damn it, this caused the deaths of two thousand of my brothers, how do you account for that?! Are your people idiots? Couldn’t they have retreated? Did they have to confront me forcibly? Who were you really after, that masked guy, or were you coming after me?!"

Faced with Ma Fuqi’s outburst, the other party could only smile apologetically, as Mo Na had not yet been extracted, "Chief, this is our Duke’s way of apologizing. We feel guilty about the deaths of those two thousand brothers. Thinking of their wives and children, we’ve prepared some settlement fees. Please accept it, also considering those who died."

"My two thousand brothers, you give me this..." Ma Fuqi started to complain that a small box wasn’t enough but was stunned when he opened it—it wasn’t Gold Coins but thousands of neatly arranged, high-denomination Gold Cards from the Flowing Commerce Association.

The other party explained, "We know it’s unjust for the brothers to die, but we couldn’t do anything else. These people were not under our control, so please accept this. There are four hundred thousand Gold Coins in each card, which also represent a little thought from our Duke."

Ma Fuqi’s expression then eased a bit, "You do have some conscience."

Seeing that Ma Fuqi had accepted the gift, the man continued, "The Duke also said he hopes you can keep this matter to yourself to avoid further complications."

"Don’t worry, roping in you, I wouldn’t gain anything by talking. A grasshopper on my skin won’t make me itch."

"That sets my mind at ease. Could I ask where the young master is now?"

"In the side room, sleeping in the interrogation chamber. Hurry and take him away, don’t clutter up my space." Ma Fuqi waved his hand, shooing them away.

Looking at the box of Gold Cards, Ma Fuqi couldn’t help but laugh and cry. So many people had died, and he was definitely in for a scolding and likely penalization. A big loss exchanged for a box of money—was it worth it?

Honestly, if Bishop Jin Fu hadn’t interfered, it wouldn’t have been a problem. Fourteen experts besieging one Lu Hong would have eventually defeated him. Even if someone reported it, he could have suppressed it. But Jin Fu was different; the bishop’s identity was too eye-catching. He couldn’t withstand the pressure.

He couldn’t blame anyone else for this loss; it was his own greed that was to blame.