Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1091 Not a Single Stain Allowed

Lin Feng was in the midst of an emotional struggle with the broken sword, while the soldiers watching only saw a young man slightly bent over, staring blankly at a pile of clothes on the ground, seemingly lost in thought.

Upon seeing this, the garrison commander of Losi City dared not be careless; such a strange occurrence could not be taken lightly.

"Charge forward, capture this man, and kill him without mercy if he resists."

At his command, a group of soldiers charged forward with guns.

The stern shout of the soldier leader startled Lin Feng, who was in a daze. He turned around and found himself surrounded. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he could not make a move.

Since a decision cannot be made now, it is better to postpone the action.

Lin Feng reached out and scooped up the clothes on the ground. Just as the soldiers rushed over with their guns drawn, he used his legs to propel himself into the air.

Because of his excessive speed and the darkness of night, the torchlight was insufficient, and the soldiers' eyes could not keep up with Lin Feng's pace.

Therefore, when a dozen soldiers charged into the middle with their spears, they could no longer find their target.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, searching everywhere, but still couldn't find the person from before.

The soldier leader rubbed his eyes hard, wondering if it was just a hallucination.

Hundreds of soldiers, holding torches, stood frozen in place, occasionally exchanging glances, feeling as if this was not the real world.

As Lin Feng felt his own elasticity, two words involuntarily popped into his mind: flea.

The jump just now was just like the fleas I saw on my bed when I was a child. You try to catch it with your hand, but it just jumps and disappears into thin air, giving you an unreal illusion.

The night wind whistled past his ears. Lin Feng carried a bag and in a moment crossed the city wall, appearing in the open field.

He hadn't gone too far; about ten miles outside the city, Lin Feng slowly stopped and put the clothes he was carrying on the ground.

As before, the broken sword lay quietly embedded in Kuroda Shi's withered corpse, silently awaiting Lin Feng's decision.

Lin Feng sighed, sat cross-legged on the ground, and stared blankly at the broken sword in front of him, his feelings were very complicated.

The time has come to test his humanity. Will he continue until he loses himself, or will he give up decisively and rely on himself from now on?

Judging from the current level, it would be very difficult to withstand a cultivator of Tsuruta Gen's level. Without the help of the Broken Sword, encountering them would most likely result in death.

If one continues to rely on the broken sword, there is a risk of losing oneself.

Lin Feng now felt like he couldn't suppress his emotions.

For some reason, the broken sword stopped its agitation and remained remarkably quiet during this period.

Lin Feng knew very well that beneath the seemingly calm surface, this dark, broken sword contained extremely violent fluctuations.

If you were to hold it in your hand, its internal organs and meridians would definitely be shattered by the impact, or it would be unable to withstand the impact of the true energy within, and thus die.

It's like an ordinary person facing a huge mountain of gold, such immense wealth, yet feeling helpless.

After thinking for a long time, Lin Feng still couldn't come up with a solution. He wrapped the broken sword in his clothes, not daring to touch it, and pulled it out of Kuroda Shi's body and put it aside.

Based on past experience, although he and the broken sword could connect in spirit across the distance, as long as his skin did not come into direct contact with the broken sword, no true energy or blood essence would enter his body and cause any impact on his body.

The immediate task is to dispose of Kuroda Shi's withered corpse, otherwise it will leave a trace.

As for the broken sword, since I can't figure it out right now, I'll put it aside for the time being.

Lin Feng dug the soil with his hands, circulating his true energy, making his two hands like two steel knives, and quickly dug a deep pit.

Then they picked up Kuroda's body and were about to put it into the pit.

Because Kuroda Shi's body had shrunk to a very small size, his clothes were loose, and several items fell out of his clothes as he shook.

Lin Feng examined it closely and found silver ingots, books, and something resembling a nameplate.

After shaking the body a couple more times until nothing else fell out, Lin Feng wrapped the body in his clothes and buried it in the pit.

Ignore the silver ingots. As for the nameplate, Lin Feng didn't know what material it was made of, but it had a string of characters engraved on it that he couldn't understand.

The book was written in the pirates' language, which Lin Feng still couldn't understand.

Lin Feng kept Kuroda's jacket as a bag, wrapped the silver ingot nameplate, the book, and the broken sword together, and carried it on his back.

After a moment's thought, Kuroda Shige and Kaiji Keizo disappeared in the city of Losi. It was unknown whether they had sent out the message.

Regardless of whether a message was sent or not, so many things have happened, and so many people have witnessed it. This place must be very dangerous, and we can't go back.

At that time, Kuroda Shiya also conveyed a message that Tsuruta Cho possessed a sect's most valuable treasure, but he himself had not discovered where the treasure was.

Lin Feng recalled his past with Tsuruta Cho, and it was true that she had once struck him in the chest. Fortunately, the broken sword stopped him, otherwise it would have been hard to say whether he would die or not.

It must be the sect's most prized treasure that Tsuruta Cho carried.

However, when Tsuruta Cho died, he did not discover where the treasure had gone.

Tsuruta Gen must have gone mad for this treasure, and since he killed Tsuruta Cho, the treasure must be on Lin Feng.

Lin Feng shook his head, his thoughts a little jumbled.

The most pressing issue right now is that Duan Jingqiu's matter has not yet been resolved, and she remains in danger.

Finally, Lin Feng decided not to alert anyone in the city, but to find a place to hide, purify his internal energy, and secretly keep an eye on Duan Jingqiu's safety.

If he doesn't expose himself, even if Tsuruta Gen and the others come looking for him, they probably won't be able to find his trail.

Everyone else in the city knew that Lin Feng had already left.

The decision was easy to make. In a short while, Lin Feng got up and rushed towards Luoxi City.

Inside Los Angeles.

The study of the Duan family mansion.

Master Duan waited for three days, but still received no news from Duan Yi.

He couldn't let anyone else inquire, because apart from himself, no one else in the Duan family knew Duan Yi.

Two-thirds of the assassins he kept at home have been lost, leaving only ten men.

These people are disposable; once they're sent out to complete their mission, they can't come back alive.

At present, all Master Duan knows is that a lot has happened in Luoxi City, and his daughter, Duan Sanniang, is still managing the business of Duan's Bank.

Master Duan was very puzzled. With Duan Yi's abilities, he shouldn't have failed, and he certainly shouldn't have disappeared without a trace.

News from Losi Prefecture kept arriving.

Surprisingly, Song Tianwang, one of the Thirteen Horse Caravans, visited the Duan Family Bank in Luoxi Prefecture.

Could it be that his daughter is already connected with the Thirteen Horse Caravan?

Of course, Master Duan knew that with his daughter's intelligence and connections with the Thirteen Caravans, it would be beneficial to his business.

This was also what Master Duan had done in the past.

You can't kill all the bandits, but you have to deal with them to do business.

It's better to make friends than to eliminate them; having more friends means having more options—everyone knows that.

After much deliberation, Master Duan sighed and realized that his daughter, Duan Sanniang, was indeed a business genius, sometimes even more capable than himself.

Unfortunately, such a family fortune cannot be allowed to have even the slightest stain.

Especially Duan Sanniang, who was a key member.