Apocalypse: Why did you provoke her? She's a cultivator.

Chapter 136 He had no choice

Fang Jun stood to the side. When he saw her come down, he took half a step back and stood with the three people who came out after hearing the noise. The four of them silently looked at Ye Qiu Mian without saying a word.

Ye Qiumian walked straight to the bench opposite Mu Zhenzhong and sat down naturally.

"I heard you're looking for me?" she asked calmly.

Her voice, like her, was clear and gentle, with a slightly hoarse quality, like water flowing over stones in a mountain stream—unhurried yet weighty.

The living room fell silent for a moment, and the light shone on her face, highlighting her calm and composed expression.

Looking at the woman in front of him, Mu Zhenzhong suddenly understood why Li Hongbo thought the description in the documents resembled her.

That kind of sharpness hidden beneath the calm, that kind of composure with a clear understanding of everything around her, is something that ordinary women can never possess.

And those four people inside the house, each of them is quite powerful!
He had prepared several sets of arguments, but looking into Ye Qiu Mian's sharp eyes, he felt that all those preparations were unnecessary.

He leaned forward slightly, his tone even more sincere than when he arrived, "Miss Ye, I apologize for disturbing you, but I have some things I would like to ask you."

He paused for a moment, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of doubt: "Miss Ye... are you really... a legendary cultivator?"

As the words fell, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The expressions of the trusted guards beside him changed slightly, and they subconsciously held their breath.

They had followed Mu Zhenzhong for many years and had seen many storms, but they never thought that one day they would meet someone who only existed in legends on television.

Ye Qiu Mian raised her eyes, her clear eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

She didn't try to hide anything or act mysterious; she simply nodded slightly, her tone as calm as if she were talking about something perfectly ordinary: "I guess so."

A simple answer, yet it struck everyone like a thunderclap.

Mu Zhenzhong clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white, but his face instantly filled with uncontrollable excitement.

There really are cultivators in this world!
If he could win her over, wouldn't his camp gain another powerful general?
He took a deep breath, trying to calm his agitated mind.

He then stood up and bowed deeply to Ye Qiumian.

This bow contained no trace of arrogance befitting a superior, but only heartfelt solemnity and sincerity.

“Miss Ye,” Mu Zhenzhong raised his head, looking intently at Ye Qiumian, his tone extremely sincere, “In this chaotic world, Wu Heshu, the leader of Xin’an City, is a beast in human form. He has secretly murdered countless innocent women with cruel methods and committed all sorts of heinous crimes.”

He paused, his tone becoming increasingly earnest: "Unfortunately, my power is inferior to his, and I have been suppressed and unable to stop him from continuing his evil deeds. Fortunately, through my diligent planning, my power is now only slightly less than Wu Heshu's. If Sister Ye can join us, our strength will surely be on par with Wu Heshu's. Mu Zhenzhong sincerely invites you to join our camp."

By the end, his voice even carried a hint of determination.

The four guards beside her also knelt down on one knee, echoing in unison, "We beg Miss Ye for help!"

Li Hongbo glanced at the kneeling guards, then at Mu Zhenzhong, whose face was full of sincerity.

They've all extended invitations, so I can't just stand by and watch, can I?
Li Hongbo decided to go all out, "We would like to invite Miss Ye to join us."

Ye Qiu Mian looked at the resolute men in front of her, and at the genuine sincerity in Mu Zhenzhong's eyes. She gently stroked the patterns on her sleeve with her fingertips, neither agreeing nor refusing immediately.

Silence fell in the room again, but this time, the silence was filled with unspoken anticipation.

Li Hongbo sat upright beside Mu Zhenzhong, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing together. His gaze fell on Mu Zhenzhong's bowed back, and his Adam's apple bobbed almost imperceptibly.

Mu Zhenzhong's sincerity at this moment was something he had never seen before.

Those eyes, which always carried a hint of calculation and sharpness, were now filled with an almost devout expectation.

Li Hongbo suddenly felt a bit of blindness, as if the midday sun was shining directly into his eyes, and a sour feeling spread all the way to his heart.

He remembered that on the day he joined, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

In the first half of that night, Yu Zelun sent assassins. If he and Feng Weihua hadn't taken precautions beforehand, they would probably have been injured or killed.

He and Feng Weihua had just devised a plan to kill that group of people, and the smell of blood hadn't even dissipated when Yu Zelun personally led his men to block the doorway.

That sinister face looked like a piece of ice soaked in poison in the moonlight.

The most critical issue is that among the superhumans brought by Yu Zelun, there was actually a psychic superhuman.

He notified everyone in the building to ambush them, but was attacked by the psychic.

They actually managed to escape!
The wind, carrying a chill, rushed into the building in the middle of the night. He had just had the injured people in the building carried away for treatment.

A flurry of footsteps came from downstairs. This time, it wasn't just a few superhumans coming to assassinate him, but a whole team of superhumans.

Various bizarre and fantastical superpowers crashed into the walls, producing dull, loud noises, causing the entire building to tremble slightly.

He leaned against the rickety door, the knife in his hand chipped, and Feng Weihua was also injured and unconscious.

In his hazy state of consciousness, he could even feel that his bones had been broken.

That bastard Yu Zelun, in order to kill me, actually went back and called a team of powerful superhumans.

Just when he thought he was going to die and could barely open his eyes, a chaotic scream suddenly came from downstairs.

He mustered his last bit of strength to look, and saw Mu Zhenzhong's men descend from the sky, dressed in uniform black combat suits, their movements as swift as a reaping sickle, instantly scattering the superhumans to pieces.

Mu Zhenzhong walked in at that time, his leather shoes making a crisp sound on the smooth tiles.

He ignored the corpse on the ground, walked straight up to Li Hongbo, and looked down at him.

A smile, whether mocking or playful, curled at the corner of his lips, a smile that concealed a shrewdness like a gleaming blade.

"General Li," he spoke slowly, his voice carrying a languid magnetism, "now, do you have any other choice?"

Li Hongbo was coughing up blood and unable to speak.

“You killed Yu Zelun’s men, and then made him suffer a setback.” Mu Zhenzhong squatted down, leaned close to his ear, and spoke in a tone as soft as a whisper, yet every word was piercing to the heart. “Even if I don’t save you today, Wu Heshu and Yu Zelun will not let you go. Rather than waiting to be ground to dust by them, you might as well fight with me.”

He paused, then lightly tapped Li Hongbo's knee with his fingertips, his eyes brimming with calculation: "If we join forces, we'll bring down that old bastard Wu Heshu, and then you'll have a share of half of this city."

When Li Hongbo looked into his unfathomable eyes, he suddenly understood.

This "rescue" was not accidental at all; it was a scheme orchestrated by Mu Zhenzhong.

Now that Yu Zelun has driven him to the brink, he has no choice!