Chapter 418: Night Boiling

The scene unfolds in shadowed whispers, where silence hums beneath the weight of unspoken truths.

Where shall my destiny lead me again?

The people are no longer here.

In the izakaya of the southern district of Quanshan City, Li Jun stared at the blood‑stained wall and the headless corpse sprawled upon the tatami, and he remained silent.

Though he did not frequent the establishment, Li Jun was aware of the bond between the proprietress named Fei Yi and Xie Bi'an.

A portion of Xie Bi'an’s advance salary had been earmarked to rebuild the very premises.

In truth, as the chief of the Jinyiwei, Xie Bi'an need not have taken such measures; a single word from him could rename this street overnight, or even the entire city.

Yet he chose not to, and Li Jun could not fathom the motive, nor did he wish to ponder it.

All he knew was that even an innocent proprietress had been murdered with such cruelty; with the ferocity of the assailant, Xie Bi'an’s own fate would surely be grim.

Enter the city and kill, it seems this river‑crossing dragon’s temper is fierce.

Li Jun’s lips curled into a cold smile as the Jinyiwei, searching the shop, felt a boundless terror sweep their hearts; their motions halted abruptly, heavy breaths echoing.

Collect your gear, lest you frighten your own.

Zou Si‑jiu gripped the shrill howl of his genes, frowned, and spoke.

Just as his words fell, a sudden, violent gunshot tore through the night sky, igniting the darkness of the district.

Northwest.

Zou Si‑jiu instinctively named a direction, but the following words were swallowed by a sudden, fierce wind that whipped around him.

The peach talismans, shaken beneath the eaves, struck the doorframe; the red cord of celebration snapped, and the talismans fell, shattering into two.

Unlike his fellow Jinyiwei, Zou Si‑jiu did not sprint after Li Jun’s silhouette.

Instead, he turned, walked to the tatami, shed his outer coat, and gently draped it over the corpse.

Rest assured, the one who killed you will not survive; those you wish to keep alive will not die either.

Having spoken those words, Zou Si‑jiu’s spine halted; he pressed his hands to his temples, ran his fingers through the slick hair, exited the shop, and sat heavily on the threshold.

He sat beside the shattered peach talisman.

This time he did not count the stars as he usually did; instead he listened quietly to the distant voices growing louder.

Today in Quanwang City there is only one matter.

The night boils, vengeance and murder!