C60

Selling melons? Selling melons? Ten taels of silver for a big watermelon? Not sweet, not money." In the streets of the western part of White City, a peddler was carrying a load of watermelons, shouting as he walked, selling his melon.

Not long after, a young man wearing a green scholarly robe approached the peddler. He pointed at the melon in his hand and asked, "This melon ten words?"

"Not a bit more, not much less than ten pieces." The peddler chose a large blue watermelon, patted the melon to hear the sound, nodded his head in satisfaction and handed it to the customer in front of him.

"Don't tell me that you're trying to brag about yourself?" The young man asked doubtfully as he received the watermelon.

The peddler wasn't annoyed. He waved his hand at the customer and said, "It's not sweet, it's okay."

He took out a silver coin from his purse and slipped it into a metal card without anyone noticing. The peddler took the money and a sharp light flashed in his eyes. He silently put the money into his pocket and shifted his burden. The scholarly man carried the watermelon back to his house in satisfaction.

In the eyes of the crowd, this was just an ordinary transaction, it was not very eye-catching. However, Flying Fish, who had been following them from afar, nodded in satisfaction when he saw the deal.

Although the peddler was carrying a heavy burden, his speed wasn't slow. He noticed that there was someone following him from behind, so he was even faster. The spy, seeing that someone was about to run away, didn't care if his identity was revealed, and only focused on chasing the person in front of him.

He threw down his watermelon seeds and turned into an alley where there were few people. Seeing that the people he had followed for a long time were about to run away, the fishmonger followed the peddler into an alley as well, regardless of the danger in the alley.

When the Flying Fish agent turned into the alley, he discovered that something was not right. The Wei people loved martial arts, and there was a prevailing culture of chivalry. Basically, all people with a bit of cultivation would be equipped with weapons, but the scene in front of him was no longer a martial arts place. This was simply an ambush, an ambush waiting for him to be caught.

A few cold lights flashed in the alley, and with a few muffled snorts of the knife entering the body and a plop of the knife, the fight in the alley ended. A few ordinary citizens slowly walked out from the alley, and after taking a few bloody footprints, they blended into the crowd and disappeared, leaving behind the fatally scarred corpses and the tools to commit the crime. There was only one wall of blood to prove what had just happened.

The corpse of the Flying Fish agent lay on the ground like that. No one near him cried, and no one collected it for him. It was only when an ordinary old man discovered the corpse and exchanged it for a quick cleaning did the corpse finally settle down.

The old man looked at the corpse and did not cry out or scream like the others. He only calmly looked at the corpse, but inside his sleeve, his callused hands were already tightly clenched, his fingernails had deeply embedded into the flesh. Zhong Zhangle did not retrieve the corpse, nor did he say any words of revenge.

Among the onlookers, there were not only flying fish spies like Zhong Zhangle, but also the murderer that had just killed him. They guarded this corpse to see if anyone else had collected the corpses or if there were any flying fish spies in Qingzhou. However, from the time of capture to the time of sending the corpse to the memorial hall, no one came forward. Although they had already thought of this situation, they still felt a slight sense of loss.

When the sun set in the west, the moon rose high in the sky. A group of dark clouds covered the moon, making it so that the night sky was like thick ink without a single bit of light leaking out. His eyes were bloodshot as he walked forward quickly and held the corpse in his arms, wailing out loud. His voice was filled with sorrow, but not a single tear escaped his eyes; he had seen this kind of thing too many times. He had shed too many tears, and even though this was his only son, he still had not shed a single tear.

"Zhiwen, it was father who harmed you, it was father who let you down …" He gently hugged his son, placed his wrinkled face against his son's face, and said something he had never said before. Looking at his son's eyes that were filled with grievances, he closed them with trembling hands, but he couldn't close them no matter what. Zhong Zhangle discovered that his son's hands were tightly holding onto something, as if he was holding onto something important, and it was impossible to get it out even if he wanted to.

Zhong Zhangle gritted his teeth and steeled his heart. He pulled out the fish scale knife from his waist, hacked off Zhong Zhiwen's finger, and took out a piece of iron from the blood. Zhong Zhangle wiped the copper coin on his clothes and looked at the strange symbol on the sticker. Zhong Zhangle laughed like a madman. He turned his head and looked at his son at the side, tears streaming down his face. He hugged Zhong Zhiwen and cried, "My son, father understands!" Once again, he gently caressed Zhong Zhiwen's eyes and closed his son's eyes.

Putting the piece of metal into his pocket, Zhong Zhangle turned and pushed the door open. Looking at the memorial hall, he retracted his emotions and waved his right hand, summoning a spy. Taking the spy's torch, he resolutely threw it towards the memorial hall.

Zhong Zhangle looked at the fire and muttered, "Zhiwen, Daddy won't let you die in vain."

Feng Feiyu and Pang Jia, who were standing nearby, also had moist eyes. Their eyes were filled with hatred; this grudge would not rest until one side died.

A big fire was set on the memorial hall, and the battle between the spies was set ablaze. Li Ye and Deng Xi Hu had their arms crossed in front of their chest as they looked at the distant fire. Li Ye opened his mouth and asked in a low voice: "This time, White City is in complete chaos."

Deng Xi Hu looked worriedly at the distant memorial hall and said to Li Ye in a soft voice: "Later, call Gu Feng over. I'm afraid that in a few days, you won't be able to control the scene."

Shen Zhong looked at the huge fire in the memorial hall. He bent his waist and humbly said, "Do you think this is enough?"

The Blue Falcon let out a stuffy snort and turned its head to look in a direction, its eyes filled with worry.

The Yellow Falcon and Li Hao sat facing each other. Li Hao looked at the raging fire on the building, and his expression was complex. He mumbled, "The time has come for the world to be too white!" On the side, Huang San looked at Li Hao with the same expression in his eyes, the money in his hands were already tightly packed, and he was muttering: "Foster father, foster mother …" I have avenged you. "