Noxus Glory

Chapter 96 Whoever reaches out, I'll chop off their hand!

Winter was bleak, and the cold wind was biting.

After the initial hustle and bustle, the hill campsite became increasingly tranquil.

Huo Jixing finished training, walked out of Cui Fali's training ground, looked at the darkening sky, and prepared to return to his residence.

This was the third day since he returned from the slums, but he had not received any news from Wilson during this time.

"call!"

Huo Jixing exhaled a breath of cold air, gazing at the distant capital of Noxus, his eyes flashing.

During this period, he didn't train all the time.

He would often go out alone to gather information about the Gray Wolf Gang and find out their exact territory.

He was starting to lose his patience.

However, considering that he was in Noxus, the capital city, not Freljord, he decided to wait for Wilson.

If you have connections, you'll definitely use them; that's an age-old truth.

It's much better than messing things up and causing accidents.

As soon as Huo Jixing reached the street corner of his residence, he saw Wilson waiting at the door, which surprised him.

He then quickly walked over to Wilson and they greeted each other.

Inside the warm room, bright lights flickered.

Huo Jixing and Wilson sat facing each other.

Without any pretense, he clearly recounted what had happened in the slums to Wilson.

The more Wilson listened, the more serious his expression became.

Are you sure?

After hearing the news, Wilson licked his dry lips, looked at Huo Jixing in front of him, and asked again for confirmation.

"Tsk, don't you believe me?"

After venting his suppressed emotions, Huo Jixing relaxed and even cracked a joke, which was rare for him.

"Sorry, it was my problem."

Wilson rubbed the bridge of his nose, a wry smile playing on his lips, knowing his mind was in turmoil.

He personally recommended Hojira to become a centurion, and after the Second Battle of Freljord, he received Darius's praise.

Therefore, there is absolutely no need to doubt his stance; he is definitely on the same side as General Darius.

"Imperial pensions, this is no ordinary matter!" Wilson thought of the incident in the slums, and a surge of inexplicable anger welled up inside him.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Huo Jixing shrugged, looked at Wilson who seemed somewhat flustered, and said softly, "I wanted to contact you as soon as I got back, but the messenger said you weren't in the camp."

Thinking of the messenger's message, Wilson shook his head helplessly, took a deep breath, and suppressed the chaotic emotions in his heart.

Huo Jixing's words were true; it was indeed his own fault.

After the establishment of the Trifalley Council, he did have a lot of work to do with General Darius, spending almost all his time at the Immortal Fortress.

But this time, everything can make way.

Darius is the Hand of Noxus, a symbol of imperial power.

Now he has even entered the Trifalli Council, becoming one of the three most powerful people in the Noxian Empire. It is astonishing that someone has tampered with the orders he signs, lining their own pockets.

"Wait for my news," Wilson said firmly, looking at Huo Jixing.

It's strange, though. So many things don't happen to other people, but once Huo Jixing gets involved, something always seems to happen.

For example, the Second Battle of Freljord.

A mission of sabotage and infiltration eventually escalated into a supernatural confrontation, even indirectly altering the course of the war.

Of course, the final result was definitely very good.

Watching Wilson's hurried departure, a faint sense of anticipation rose in Huo Jixing's heart.

In his past life memories, Darius was decisive and ruthless.

From an unknown nobody to the Hand of Noxus, Darius cleaved through the bodies of countless enemies—

Many of them are Noxus natives!

Moreover, Darius never doubted the justice he was upholding, nor did he hesitate once he raised his battle axe.

"Let's see who's embezzled the Imperial pension funds!"

The Immortal Fortress, the dark gray complex at its very center.

The crimson flag fluttered in the cool evening breeze, which carried with it the smells of coal smoke and the workshop.

At the top of the winding steps, a heavy, sturdy metal gate stands like a menacing shield, guarding the magnificent palace behind it.

On either side of the metal gate stood Noxian soldiers clad in full plate armor.

Even with the cold wind blowing and the chill biting to the bone, they remained standing at attention, gripping their axes and halberds tightly.

The dark breastplate she wore had three notches, and she was covered by a dark red cloak.

Beyond the metal gates, inside the domed palace.

Bright, magical lights, seemingly eternal, illuminated the spacious hall.

The hall is surrounded by stone pillars, and the walls are engraved with lifelike paintings depicting every difficult war the Noxian Empire experienced during its founding.

"Has the Assassin's Guild confirmed the news yet?" Darius finished reading the letter in his hand, his dark eyes falling on Wilson.

"It's been confirmed; it matches the information provided by Huo Jixing perfectly!"

Wilson felt the pressure and spoke in a deep voice.

Darius nodded slightly, leaned back in his chair, and tapped a drumbeat on the wooden armrest of the chair with his gloved, armored hands.

"Have you found out who's behind this?"

After the establishment of the Trifalli Council, the Assassin Guild took over the management of the Empire's intelligence.

But Darius and Swain also have their own intelligence systems.

By the light, Wilson looked at Darius, who appeared somewhat nonchalant, his calm expression revealing no emotional fluctuation.

However, as a trusted confidant, he knew all too well how furious Darius was at that moment.

"It's the newly risen Grey Wolf Gang in the slums, and..." Wilson paused, hesitated, and then continued.

"The nobles of the Immortal Fortress!"

"A nobleman?" Darius asked in a low voice, stopping his tapping with his left hand.

"One of Swain's men?"

"It was a baron who sided with Swain during the coup." Wilson lowered his eyes, recalling the information he had previously gathered, feeling a mixture of helplessness and anger.

The fact that the other party was a nobleman made the matter more complicated.

"Heh, you dare touch the Imperial Military Department's pension funds!" Darius sneered, a chilling glint of blood appearing in his dark eyes.

"Continue the investigation!"

"In addition, release information about an investigation into the Imperial pension fund."

"I suspect there are many bigger fish lurking behind this, otherwise how could a mere baron dare to do this!"

Wilson nodded silently, understanding, then, as if remembering something, asked, "Should we inform Lord Swain in advance?"

Darius waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need it.

He chuckled softly, his eyes icy cold: "I'm a little curious now, who dared to touch the compensation money?"

"Whoever reaches out their hand, I'll chop it off!"

Inside the majestic palace, a cold and ruthless voice, like the low growl of a black wolf, revealed Darius's deep-seated, chilling killing intent.

As Wilson walked down the steps, he looked back at the palace, its lights swaying, and knew in his heart that those nobles were in for a terrible time.

They dared to touch the empire's pension funds.

Have the minds of those nobles been completely corrupted by their comfortable lives?

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