Under One Person: Please Call Me Golden Flash

Chapter 293 The True Face Behind the Mask
"Ok?"

In the woods, Zhang Huaiyi's brows suddenly furrowed slightly.

Upon seeing this, Zheng Zibu turned and asked, "What's wrong, Huaiyi?"

"The feeling of being watched from the shadows seems to have disappeared..."

Zhang Huaiyi narrowed his eyes, a thoughtful look flashing across them.

"Are they from the Tang Clan?"

Zheng Zibu spoke with a solemn expression.

"It should be, but judging from this, it seems the Tang Clan has given up."

Are you sure he didn't completely hide?

A hint of apprehension flashed in Zheng Zibu's eyes. After all, who in the entire world of supernatural beings didn't know the illustrious reputation of the Tang Clan?

Despite the formidable strength of the various sects besieging them, the one that truly compels the two to spare half their attention is the Tang Clan assassin lurking in the shadows!

"No, although I can't find the person's exact location, the feeling of being watched has definitely completely disappeared."

Zhang Huaiyi shook his head, but even so, he didn't think that the Tang Clan would so easily give up the Eight Extraordinary Skills on the two of them.

"Could it be that he secretly helped us?"

"Yes, that's the only possibility. We need to hurry, or I'm worried my senior brothers and the others will arrive soon."

"it is good!"

Zheng Zibu nodded, and then activated the Tongtian Talisman again, stretching out his fingers to draw complex talismans in the air.

"Dean Dai's curse!"

As two streaks of light entered the soles of Zheng Zibu and Zhang Huaiyi's feet, the two instantly felt light on their feet, as if they could leap dozens of meters away with a single bound.

The Dean Dai Spell, also known as Dean Dai, is Dai Zong, the Divine Traveler. As the name suggests, by casting the Dean Dai Spell, the caster can gain the ability to travel by speed. If cultivated to the highest level, one can even travel a thousand miles a day!
Phew! ! !

The next instant, the two transformed into two streaks of light and disappeared into the dense forest in the blink of an eye.

"Damn it! Chase them! We can't let those two thieves get away!"

……

As the group gradually disappeared into the dense forest, Zhao Zhen and Lu Huizhong slowly emerged from the shadows.

The fight with Yang Lie just now seemed intense, but it went completely unnoticed by anyone from beginning to end.

Those who scrambled for the Eight Extraordinary Techniques probably never imagined that right under their noses, the Tang Clan's undefeated legend of Dan Shi had already produced an "exception"!
Zhao Zhen watched Zhang Huaiyi and Zheng Zibu disappear into the shadows, then turned to Lu Huizhong.

“Sister Lu, now that things are settled here, we should both be going. Since Brother Yang has already gone back, you don’t need to worry too much about the Tang Clan getting involved in this matter.”

Lu Hui nodded heavily, deeply troubled. What she had seen and heard today had a profound impact on her.

"Speaking of which, Zheng Zibu should have become one of your all-knowing people by now, right?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhen was slightly taken aback, but a faint smile quickly appeared on his lips.

"As expected, nothing can be hidden from you, Sister Lu!"

“I’m not stupid. Zheng Zibu’s behavior at today’s meeting shows that he has intricate connections with your Na Du Tong.”

Moreover, as one of the Thirty-Six Thieves, it's one thing to be able to show up so openly at the Extraordinary People Conference, but to even manage to escape unscathed from your All-Knowing venue.

If all of this wasn't approved by you, the CEO of All-Knowing, then it only proves that everyone at All-Knowing is a bunch of useless idiots.

"Haha, Sister Lu, if you ask me, your mouth is as sharp as ever."

Zhao Zhen laughed and then continued, "But if you ask me, the reason Zheng Zibu was able to escape unscathed today is partly due to my tacit approval, but the most crucial factor is human greed."

If everyone at the conference today truly acted in the name of justice and attacked the Thirty-Six Thieves, Zheng Zibu would never have been able to leave the conference hall.

But as you saw, when Zheng Zibu left, not a single person chose to forcefully stop him.

“Yes, no matter how grand their words are at the conference, what they actually want is never justice or morality, but only the eight extraordinary skills of these eight people.” Lu Huizhong nodded, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes.

"That's how the world is. Almost everyone wears a mask, and very few people can truly treat others with sincerity..."

"how about you?"

Suddenly, Lu Huizhong glanced at Zhao Zhen with great interest.

"What kind of mask are you wearing?"

"I..."

After a moment's hesitation, Zhao Zhen smiled and winked.

"I don't know either, what do you think, Sister Lu?"

"Tsk, I can't quite put my finger on it."

"Since you can't explain it, then just let it be. A mask is still a mask, and you'll eventually have to take it off."

Instead of focusing on what kind of mask one is wearing, it's better to concentrate on the real face beneath it.

"Hmm, that makes some sense."

Lu Huizhong nodded thoughtfully.

"Alright, now that things are settled here, I should return to the Tang Clan."

"Take care, come visit us anytime when you have time."

Lu Huizhong turned her head, a charming smile appearing on her lips.

"It's best to leave, little brother. After all, when members of the Tang Clan come knocking, it's usually not for anything good."

Without waiting for Zhao Zhen's reply, Lu Huizhong's figure vanished from his sight in an instant.

"It's not necessarily a good thing... not necessarily."

……

Inside the Wang family mansion, the atmosphere was as oppressive as solidified as asphalt.

Wang Li's body has been collected, covered with a white cloth, and placed in the center of the hall.

The flickering candlelight illuminated the pale, angry, and slightly panicked faces of the Wang family members.

Wang Ai was escorted back, his fat face filled with gloom. He pushed away the people who were helping him and walked step by step toward his father's body.

He didn't cry out; he just stood there, staring intently at the white cloth, his muscles trembling slightly from tension.

"father……"

A hoarse voice squeezed out of Wang Ai's throat, filled with deep-seated resentment and chill.

"Zhao Zhen!!!"

The Wang family members and their uncles and cousins ​​all focused their attention on Wang Ai.

With Wang Li dead, Wang Ai, as the eldest son, will undoubtedly become the new head of the family.

But at this moment, not everyone is in favor; there is more doubt and hesitation.

How will the Wang family, having lost Wang Li, such a pillar of strength, cope with this storm?

Is Wang Ai truly capable of shouldering this great responsibility?
Just then, Wang Zhenyuan, the second uncle of the Wang family in charge of the funeral arrangements, walked over with trembling hands, carrying an ancient and heavy sandalwood box.

“Aier…”

My second uncle's voice was also hoarse.

“This…this is the patriarch…your father…he instructed me to keep it safe, specifically saying…if anything were to happen to him, then…it must be handed over to you personally…”

(End of this chapter)