Chapter 84: Bixi Became the Boss of the Crow Flock
In the end, Shang Fuyan still didn’t tell the police involved in the operation about this matter.
Leaving aside whether they already knew, just explaining it would be a headache.
Especially given how unfriendly they were—Shang Fuyan even suspected that if he spoke up, he might be treated as an accomplice of the cult and detained.
He didn’t have the time to waste on explaining. Better to wait until everything was over, then dig into it properly.
“Once the plan starts, we’ll go take a look,” Shang Fuyan said to Lin Jiangye.
But Lin Jiangye had another worry. “Do you think… those hidden rooms might have tunnels leading somewhere else?”
Shang Fuyan frowned slightly. If that was true, it would be very troublesome.
Lin Jiangye looked at the group of red-billed crows staring at them. None of these crows were big—each of them was even smaller than Opal.
Adult red-billed crows were jet-black all over except for their red beaks, and unlike juveniles, they didn’t give off that faint sheen.
Meaning: they were perfect for hiding in darkness.
Then Lin Jiangye spoke up.
“Can I ask you a favor? As payment, I have a kind of little bird biscuit. I think you’ll like it.”
Shang Fuyan assumed the young man wanted the red-billed crows to sneak into the hidden chamber and scout for them.
But after the crows agreed, Lin Jiangye took them back to the guesthouse—then had them bring Bixi to the hidden chamber’s location.
“You want Bixi to hide inside?” Shang Fuyan asked. “Why?”
He wasn’t doubting Bixi’s ability. But in terms of familiarity with the environment, Bixi was nowhere near these local red-billed crows.
Lin Jiangye sighed softly. Of course he understood that. But nobody knew what the hidden chamber was like inside.
At least Bixi was trained—if something felt wrong, it could retreat immediately and return to him.
But the other red-billed crows…
He couldn’t guarantee it.
As he spoke, Lin Jiangye opened his palm. Lying there was a tiny micro-camera.
Bixi could understand instructions, knew exactly what it was doing, and had far better combat capability than the red-billed crows. Aside from being a bit larger, Bixi was the best choice to hide.
And being bigger didn’t matter—outsiders would just see it as a slightly large crow.
Shang Fuyan nodded in silence. Lin Jiangye’s reasoning really did make sense.
Lin Jiangye pulled out a pile of small biscuits, pinched them into little pieces, and offered them to the red-billed crows.
“Try it. See if you like it?”
Like it? Of course they liked it!
Bird biscuits made by Lin Jiangye—no bird could resist.
For small and mid-sized birds, it was a main meal. For large raptors, it was a snack. The crows immediately started pecking like chicks, going wild.
[Human! Crow likes you!] Not only did he smell nice, he brought delicious food too! In an instant, Lin Jiangye was surrounded by a swarm of crows.
Shang Fuyan looked at Bixi, still sitting obediently in his arms, and asked in surprise, “You’re not jealous?”
The moment he finished, Bixi lifted its head proudly.
[As long as this queen lives, you concubines will never be more than concubines!]
Lin Jiangye whipped his head around, staring at Bixi in shock. The other crows—and even Yuheng and the others—looked completely blank, not understanding what Bixi meant.
“What kind of short videos have you been watching?!” What kind of nonsense did you learn?!
Shang Fuyan didn’t understand either, but after Lin Jiangye translated, he couldn’t help laughing and crying at the same time.
“Watch less human stuff.”
[Hmph!] Bixi kept its chin lifted, so proud that Lin Jiangye’s hand started itching.
The moment Bixi sensed the ominous aura coming off him, it dove straight into Shang Fuyan’s arms, and Shang Fuyan reflexively hugged it tight.
“It’s a kid! What are you doing?!”
The coordination between that man and that bird was seamless—
and it made Lin Jiangye grind his teeth in anger.
After confirming everything with the red-billed crows, Lin Jiangye strapped the micro-camera to Bixi’s leg.
“Adapt as needed. If you really can’t handle it, run out and find me. Staying alive is the most important thing, okay?”
Bixi spread its wings and gave Lin Jiangye a huge hug.
[Crow will take good care of itself!]
Lin Jiangye kissed the top of its head, then rubbed against it a little.
“Then Dad will wait for you to bring back good news.”
“Caw!” [Off we go!]
He watched Bixi’s silhouette blend into the flock of red-billed crows, shrinking into the distance until it disappeared. Only then did Lin Jiangye look back down at the files in his hands.
The operation would officially begin in two days.
During these two days, they not only had to memorize all the information on the list, but also every route nearby.
This wasn’t something those officers demanded. They were doing it because if someone truly slipped away through another route, they wanted to be able to find them in the shortest time possible.
And Shang Fuyan was also trying to infer possible escape tunnels from the local layout.
Since it was a secret passage, the exit couldn’t be in a crowded place—otherwise, if someone suddenly popped out, they’d be discovered immediately.
But at the same time, it couldn’t be too remote either.
The best exit was a corner within a busy area—usually ignored, but once you emerged, you could immediately melt into the crowd and evade pursuit.
“An alley… a hutong-type spot?” Lin Jiangye rested his chin on one hand, sitting beside Shang Fuyan and watching him mark possible routes one by one.
Then he sent Chang Geng and Qi Ming to check each location—see if anything looked suspicious.
After all three birds left, Yuheng and Kaiyang nudged Lin Jiangye’s calf with their snouts, making soft whimpering, clingy sounds.
[Is there anything we can do?]
Seeing Shang Fuyan still studying the map, and knowing Chang Geng and Qi Ming wouldn’t be back soon, Lin Jiangye wanted to go out and walk around.
“Go,” Shang Fuyan agreed readily. “Perfect time to let them familiarize themselves with the routes.”
If someone really ran, the fastest to catch up and subdue them would definitely be Yuheng and Kaiyang.
The white-tailed sea eagle and the falcon were fast in the air, but controlling a suspect with their small bodies would be difficult.
But North American grey wolves weighed seventy to eighty kilograms, and could run around sixty kilometers per hour—basically a compact car’s speed, yet far more flexible than a vehicle.
If they caught up, they could knock someone out with a solid slam without even showing claws or teeth.
Hearing Shang Fuyan’s analysis, the two wolves’ eyes immediately lit up. They stuck out their tongues and tried to lick him.
“Alright, alright—don’t lick me. Go out with your owner!” Shang Fuyan held their snouts with both hands. Maybe after spending too long with the “dog kids” at home, he’d caught that habit too—liking something meant wanting to lick it.
“Woo-woo~” [Love you~]
“Mm-mm-mm, I love you too.” After Lin Jiangye translated, Shang Fuyan patted each of their heads.
Lin Jiangye took the two wolves out, clop-clop-clop. Yuheng and Kaiyang disguised themselves as dogs—leashes and muzzles, nothing missing. People on the street were startled by their size at first, but nobody guessed they were actually wolves.
They were supposedly scouting—but Lin Jiangye genuinely wanted to stroll around too.
Western Qiang was an ethnic minority autonomous region. Along the roads, he saw many minority-style elements—buildings, clothing, ornaments, hanging charms…
Things you’d never see in Yue City.
He picked out a lot of pendants and accessories as souvenirs for the cubs back home.
The gold ornaments here were interesting. He thought of a certain crow boss who loved wearing gold—he could buy some and use it as a “bribe.”
He also bought some dried beef. The beef here had a milky aroma.
According to the shop owner, it was air-dried yak jerky—firm meat, the more you chewed, the more fragrant it became.
Lin Jiangye thought it was just okay, but Yuheng and Kaiyang loved it. In no time, they demolished an entire kilogram of jerky.
“If you like it, then Mimi, Tiger Mom, Tianshu, Tianxuan—they’ll like it too. Boss, how much do you have? I’ll take it all. Ship it by air to Yue City.”
The owner had expected business—but not a deal this big.
“T-That… might cost a lot…”
Lin Jiangye casually said it was fine and started scanning to transfer money.
Seeing he bought so much, the two wolves wagged their tails happily and rubbed hard against Lin Jiangye’s calves.
Watching the owner beam, Lin Jiangye pointed casually toward the temple in the distance.
“What do people worship there? Looks like the incense is pretty popular.”
When it came to the temple, the owner clicked his tongue and showed a bit of disdain.
“That temple? It doesn’t feel like a proper temple at all.”
Huh? So even locals knew it was a cult nest?
“I often see them having intimate physical contact with some of the worshippers. Not all monks are like that, but if word gets out, our reputation will be ruined!”
The owner spoke with righteous indignation. Lin Jiangye immediately remembered the red-billed crows’ secret—cultists and believers “doing it” in a hidden room. So they hadn’t even planned to hide it from the start.
After hearing that, Lin Jiangye didn’t ask further. He mirrored the owner’s disdainful expression, firmly keeping up the “tourist” identity.
After that, he wandered down the street, buying more jerky and snacks.
Only when Shang Fuyan called—saying Chang Geng and Qi Ming had returned—did Lin Jiangye slowly turn back.
After Lin Jiangye’s figure disappeared, a small stall owner in front of a shop immediately withdrew his gaze.
“Suspicious?”
“No. Just a rich tourist.”
If he were police, he wouldn’t be buying like crazy. That was exactly the kind of thing tourists did.
Besides—what cop walks around with two wolves?
Others might not tell, but he could see it clearly. Those two with lowered tails weren’t any kind of large wolfdog.
They were real wolves.
Back at the guesthouse, Lin Jiangye’s first sentence to Shang Fuyan was:
“I think I found two cult lookouts.”
Shang Fuyan’s hand holding the map paused slightly. “You ran into them?”
Lin Jiangye shook his head and explained that while he was shopping, he’d felt three gazes on him—two from the same spot, and a third more subtle but still noticed.
“You know I’m sensitive to that kind of thing.”
Shang Fuyan’s mouth twitched. Lin Jiangye wasn’t just “sensitive”—his instincts were basically like a wild animal’s.
Especially for malicious attention: one look, and Lin Jiangye could lock down the position almost instantly.
“Where?” Shang Fuyan handed him the map. “Mark the locations.”
Lin Jiangye circled two spots on a street about five hundred meters from the temple.
“Here is a shop. In front of it there’s a small stall. The stall owner is a thin middle-aged man, maybe in his thirties or forties. He has a strange smell—like sandalwood, but mixed with a bit of some other perfume.”
The scent was distinctive enough that Lin Jiangye remembered it clearly.
As for the second gaze from the same location, he suspected it was the shop owner behind the stall—otherwise it was hard to explain why two gazes came from exactly the same place.
“And the third person?” Shang Fuyan asked, after clarifying what the shop owner looked like.
But Lin Jiangye fell silent.
Shang Fuyan looked up. Lin Jiangye’s brows were knitted tight, like he was struggling to recall.
After a long moment, Lin Jiangye shook his head. “No. I can only sense the location. That area was too crowded—I couldn’t identify the exact person.”
“Oh?” That was interesting. It was the first time Shang Fuyan had seen Lin Jiangye lose a target.
Which meant: the third gaze belonged to a big fish.
“When Bixi comes back, I’ll tell it. See if it can photograph that person.” People might guard against humans—but would they guard against a crow? Probably not.
Shang Fuyan nodded. If Chang Geng and Qi Ming weren’t so conspicuous here, and if Yuheng and the others hadn’t already shown their faces, they’d be ideal.
The first flew fast. The second could disguise themselves.
“For now, forget that. Come be the translator.” Chang Geng and Qi Ming had checked the suspicious locations as Shang Fuyan instructed. Now they were waiting on Lin Jiangye.
“Here—near the yellowish building.”
[No, no—nothing here!]
“Then this one—next to the row of shops with blue flags.”
[Trash! Lots and lots of trash!]
…
After comparing one by one, they quickly narrowed eight locations down to two suspicious targets.
One was a place piled with a large amount of firewood. There was a restaurant beside it, with a sign advertising “woodfire-roasted beef.” But according to reviews, that dish was so bad that hardly anyone ordered it.
A signature dish that awful—yet the restaurant hadn’t closed, and it still kept so much firewood? Strange.
The other was a manhole cover. It looked normal, but it didn’t align with the city’s planned sewer routes.
“Is it possible… both are exits?” Lin Jiangye offered his guess.
Shang Fuyan nodded. It wasn’t impossible. Like the saying went: a crafty rabbit has three burrows. There might even be another one they hadn’t found yet.
“Two is perfect. You and I each watch one. If someone runs out, we can notify the others immediately.”
Even if it was only the two of them right now, counting Yuheng and the others made it workable: one side had one person, one wolf, one bird—while Bixi would handle aerial checks.
They finished discussing it.
Three hours later, Bixi returned.
It looked extremely excited—so it must have captured a lot of important information.
When they pulled out the memory card and plugged it into the computer, the two of them stared, dumbfounded, as they watched a two-hour-long not suitable for children video from start to finish.
At the beginning, Bixi circled the entire temple once. Then, led by the red-billed crows, it secretly slipped into the hidden chamber behind the Buddha statue.
To avoid being discovered, Bixi even deliberately bypassed several cameras, making sure its silhouette never got recorded.
To get into the hidden chamber, it waited with the red-billed crows for a long time, until finally someone came out.
As the person was closing the door, the red-billed crow signaled that Bixi could go in.
After slipping inside, the cautious little raven didn’t rush forward recklessly. It first checked the surroundings, confirming there were no tiny red “indicator lights” from human monitoring equipment, and only then did it go deeper.
The entrance was a dim, long corridor—basically natural camouflage for Bixi.
And at the corridor’s mouth was a spiral staircase leading down.
Because Bixi flew close to the ceiling, the cultists stationed at the outermost layer never noticed it.
When it reached the bottom, several rooms appeared—and from every room came sounds that would make a human’s face burn.
Of course, Bixi wasn’t human. It wouldn’t blush.
Those rooms weren’t even fully closed, as if they didn’t care about being seen at all, so Bixi easily snuck in to “observe.”
Alright. We’ll skip that part.
After Bixi finished checking those rooms, it continued forward—and what appeared next on the footage made both of them go cold.
A sacrificial altar smeared with blood.
Some stains were new, some old—layer upon layer building up into a thick, grimy crust.
[It stinks to death! So stinky, so stinky!] The smell was so overwhelming that Bixi was nearly fumigated into losing flight.
It circled the altar once, letting the camera record everything nearby with crystal clarity.
It was a circular altar about three meters in diameter. Around the base was a recessed trench, filled with dark, almost black-red blood residue.
Shang Fuyan suspected it was a drainage channel for bloodletting—though where it ultimately flowed to was unknown.
And around the altar were three doors—perfectly matching Shang Fuyan’s “a crafty rabbit has three burrows” theory.
Unfortunately, all three doors were locked. With Bixi’s strength, there was no way to get them open.
Still, for now they had only located two of the doors. Where was the third door’s exit?
Shang Fuyan compared Bixi’s route to the map bit by bit. But soon, he gave up trying to pinpoint the last exit.
“Can’t trace it. I suspect there are long tunnels behind those doors—otherwise it simply doesn’t match the positions of the two exits.”
Even without finding the final exit, Shang Fuyan felt it was likely inside a nearby shop.
With “their people” watching it, they could come and go freely.
“Wait—shop?” Lin Jiangye cut him off. The two exchanged a look and instantly recalled the shop where those two gazes had been watching Lin Jiangye.
“If that’s the case… then it forms a triangular structure.” Shang Fuyan circled the two exits and the shop location—sure enough, the three points formed a near-equilateral triangle.
And all three exits were close to main roads. If they had vehicles ready, they could drive away quickly.
They had no direct evidence—only deduction and inference.
But they were, in the end, only “icing on the cake.” Even without them, the original plan wouldn’t be affected.
“But if that’s true… then no one is watching that shop,” Lin Jiangye said. “We only have two people. Without someone leading them, the cubs might not be able to act independently.”
Just as they were stuck, Bixi suddenly hopped out.
[Crow can!]
“???” Can what, exactly?
Bixi looked indignant. It spread its wings and cawed loudly a few times. Not long after, several red-billed crows appeared in their courtyard.
Most importantly—when they saw Bixi, each and every one of them obediently called it “Boss.”
#My kid became a boss outside while I wasn’t paying attention#
Since coming back, Lin Jiangye had never experienced his brain “crashing.”
He stood there for a long moment before finally processing it.
“You… became the boss of the crows?”
Bixi puffed out its chest proudly.
[Yes!]
It had become the boss of the red-billed crow flock too! Strength, brains—it wasn’t worse than any of them. Sure, it wasn’t a red-billed crow, but so what?
It had told them: it would be the boss only during this time. After the mission ended, it would go home. But during the mission, any red-billed crow could come to their boss for food.
It might not have food—
but it had money!
Lin Jiangye took a deep breath and turned to the other red-billed crows.
“You really accepted that?”
The crows nodded vigorously. Crows never lied. If they acknowledged a boss, then they acknowledged a boss!
Alright then…
“So you mean—you’ll take responsibility for watching the third location’s exit?” Lin Jiangye asked.
Bixi nodded.
It could lead its little brothers over there and watch. If anyone popped out—
“No. Bixi can’t go there.” Before Bixi finished cawing proudly, Shang Fuyan rejected it.
“Caw caw caw!!!” [Why?! Crow is very strong too!]
Lin Jiangye didn’t even lift his head as he translated. “It’s asking why—if you think it’s too weak, that’s why you’re refusing.”
Shang Fuyan shook his head. “It’s not that I won’t let you help. I’m just not letting you go to the third location.”
The best spot for Bixi to watch was actually the second exit—the manhole cover. If someone came up, Bixi would immediately know who to attack.
But the third location—if Shang Fuyan’s guess was right and it was inside a shop—then the environment would be complicated. Someone had to carefully identify people.
“You’re smart, but some things can only be done by humans. You go to the manhole cover. The shop will be handled by your dad.”
Hearing Shang Fuyan wasn’t rejecting its help, Bixi immediately calmed down.
To it, anywhere was fine—as long as it could help (earn merit and shiny things)!
[Crow understands!] Bixi leaned in and rubbed against Shang Fuyan, apologizing for getting overexcited.
“It’s fine. You just wanted to help.” Shang Fuyan patted Bixi’s head and received a light little “kiss” from it.
That was their plan for now.
The next day, Lin Jiangye brought the grey wolves back to the same area again.
But this time, there was only one remaining gaze watching him.
Lin Jiangye called Bixi and had it check the position behind his right shoulder.
After flying around once, Bixi told him there really was someone watching.
[Old! Hair all white! Crow doesn’t like his smell—crow smells the scent of death.]
An elderly man with graying hair—and carrying the smell of death?
What kind of person would carry death on them like that? Generally, besides corpses, only murderers did—and the kind who had killed many, many people, so the deathly aura clung to them deeply. Even when they weren’t actively killing, animals could still sense it—what people commonly call “killing aura.”
In modern times, people who still carried that kind of aura were either soldiers—
or utterly wicked criminals.
From the start, Lin Jiangye ruled out the soldier possibility.
The malice wasn’t sharp—it was faint, more like scrutiny.
But his gaze was like black mud in a swamp, slowly wrapping around your body, dragging you down into bottomless sludge.
Lin Jiangye didn’t turn around rashly. He bought more local specialties to ship back, then naturally turned and walked back along the same route.
Listening to Bixi’s guidance, he brushed past the target.
From beginning to end, he never looked at the man, giving him no chance to sense Lin Jiangye’s intent.
“Alright. Confirmed,” Lin Jiangye said.
Shang Fuyan was curious. “You didn’t even look—how did you confirm it?”
Bixi landed on Shang Fuyan’s shoulder. Lin Jiangye chuckled softly and rubbed his nose.
“Sometimes, recognizing someone doesn’t require your eyes.”
That man truly did smell of death.
And beyond death, Lin Jiangye faintly sensed that the people who died at his hands had died in extreme despair and suffering.
His guess had no evidence—only intuition.
Or maybe… after dealing with too many perverts, he’d simply grown familiar with their “air.”
No matter how well they hid it, a pervert was still a pervert. Between them and normal people, there was always a deep, unbridgeable gulf.
Another day passed.
One hour before the operation began, Lin Jiangye returned to that street again.
But this time, he only brought Kaiyang. Yuheng and Qi Ming stayed with Shang Fuyan, while Chang Geng—being a large raptor—was assigned to assist Bixi.
He sipped local tea slowly, quietly listening to the sounds around him.
Again, only one gaze looked over at him.
Different from yesterday, after finishing his tea, Lin Jiangye walked straight toward that stall.
“Uncle, what are you selling here?”
Facing the smiling young man, the white-haired elder spoke in a hoarse voice.
“Just little handmade trinkets I carved myself. Take a look—nothing expensive.”
They were indeed small things: a small flute the size of a grown man’s palm, a rattle drum, a bowl smaller than a palm, and various bead strings.
Lin Jiangye looked over them, then picked up the white flute to examine it.
But the moment he leaned in and saw the pattern carved on it, his smile froze.
It was a flute that had been “handled” so much it was nearly jade-like. Yet even with that glossy patina, he could still tell—it was a flute made from bone.
As for what bone…
“How much is this?” Lin Jiangye asked.
The elder seemed surprised he picked that flute. He held up five fingers. “Five hundred.”
The young couple browsing beside them instantly yelled in shock.
“Five hundred?! What is it made of that it costs five hundred? Uncle, didn’t you just say it wasn’t expensive?!”
The old man snorted lightly, tucked his hands into his sleeves, lowered his head, and refused to speak.
Lin Jiangye didn’t speak either. He raised the bone flute against the light—especially studying the cut end of the flute with great care.
After a moment, he said in a low, eerie tone, “Five hundred… actually isn’t expensive.”
The couple stared at Lin Jiangye like he was a sucker.
“If the material is really what I think it is… then five hundred is actually very cheap.”
After he said that, unlike the couple’s confused faces, the elder slowly lifted his head.
His cloudy eyes locked onto Lin Jiangye.
Just then, loud commotion erupted in the distance—judging by the sound, it came from the temple.
The elder’s face shifted slightly, though he still held himself steady. If Lin Jiangye hadn’t been watching him closely, he might not have noticed the change at all.
As the elder tried to stand, a hand suddenly appeared on his shoulder and pressed him back down.
“Don’t rush. Let me verify the goods first.”
As he spoke, right in front of everyone, Lin Jiangye snapped the bone flute in half.
The outside had that jade-like patina, but the inside still looked like raw bone. And from the density alone, Lin Jiangye quickly identified the material.
Judging by the thickness, it was most likely a human femur that had been ground down.
But the length didn’t look like an adult’s bone.
It looked more like a minor’s.
The instant the flute broke, the elder realized something was wrong. He yanked a knife from under the stall table and swung it down at Lin Jiangye’s head.
“Aaaah!” The couple beside them was frozen in terror. They never imagined that snapping a flute would escalate into attempted murder.
Was that necessary?!
But Lin Jiangye had been prepared. The moment the old man moved, Lin Jiangye seized his arm.
With one hard twist, both he and the elder heard the crisp sound of bone snapping.
“I think you’re very familiar with that sound, aren’t you?”
Lin Jiangye said it casually—but the elder’s face sank.
“How do you know?!”
Oh?
Looks like Lin Jiangye’s intuition was as accurate as ever.
A true pervert.
Now Lin Jiangye had no reason to hold back. He grabbed the stall table like a weapon and slammed it into the elder’s face.
“Ugh!” The elder’s bones were brittle. With that heavy strike, he felt his nose bridge crack.
He looked down at his right hand—his wrist was bent at an unnatural angle.
Lin Jiangye had crushed it outright.
What terrifying strength… what a pity…
The elder immediately abandoned all the goods, clutching only a small black bag as he tried to flee.
But Lin Jiangye wasn’t letting him go.
The moment the elder turned his back, Lin Jiangye hurled the small wooden table down at him.
Unlucky for the elder—he’d just pulled a small handgun from the black bag and turned, intending to “teach the young man a lesson.”
What met his face instead was a solid wooden tabletop.
Bang.
The elder crashed to the ground.
The surrounding crowd screamed. Whether it was the young man suddenly fighting—or the elder pulling out a gun—this scene had smashed straight through their mental limit.
Just as people were about to call the police, Lin Jiangye pulled out his credentials.
“Police. This man is a member of a criminal organization. Please don’t run around.”
Once the crowd calmed a little, he asked immediately, “Does anyone have rope?”
The shop owner next door trembled as he produced a hemp rope. Lin Jiangye took it and quickly bound the elder into a tight twist, then used a handkerchief to pick up the handgun.
He gathered the gun and the trinkets scattered on the ground, stuffed them back into the black bag, and called Shang Fuyan.
“The old man’s handled.”
He left the suspect in front of the shop and asked the shop owner to keep an eye on him. Then he strode straight toward the shop across the street.
Inside, the shop owner and the stall helper had already slipped in the moment the commotion began—clearly preparing to respond to their accomplice at any time.
Lin Jiangye walked in, moving like a feline—stepping softly on the balls of his feet, making no sound at all.
Only when he reached the innermost part did he faintly hear two voices.
They sounded anxious and confused—but unfortunately Lin Jiangye couldn’t understand what they were saying.
If he couldn’t understand, then he’d just knock them out. 🙂
He casually grabbed a tall vase from the side. The thirty-pound vase felt like an ordinary baseball bat in his hands.
Lin Jiangye yanked aside the curtain and appeared abruptly in front of the two men. In their stunned eyes, he struck each of them once.
Thud. Thud.
Two dull sounds. Both collapsed instantly, unconscious.
Before blacking out, the only thoughts in their minds were—
The stall helper: how did that rich sucker end up finding this place?
The shop owner: how could someone lift a thirty-pound vase with one hand?
But whatever they wondered, they would never get answers.
Lin Jiangye tore down the curtain behind him and tied their hands and feet together, ensuring even if they cooperated, they still couldn’t free themselves.
In that small room stood a large vat about one meter in diameter.
Lin Jiangye lifted the lid. Inside was empty—nothing at all.
It looked like an ordinary empty vat.
So Lin Jiangye tried to move it.
When it didn’t budge even a fraction, he knew he’d found the right place.
That ordinary-looking vat—was the third exit beside the sacrificial altar.
