Published: March 4, 2025
CHAPTER NINETY-ONE: CARROT AND STICK
This guy gave Chu Yang a thumbs up and said, “Lord Imperial Seat, you really are something! Even I, as an undercover, only know one person's identity, yet you were able to pull out everyone without missing a single one. What's even more outrageous is that you figured it all out just by looking at the documents; I have to admire your insight!”
“Oh?” Chu Yang closed the dossier and waved his hand, lifting his eyes to look at this person.
This time, without waiting for anyone else to act, Chen Yutong personally took the dossier back. In just a single day, Chu Yang established absolute authority! Not to mention, the presence of these internal traitors could completely bury all of them, and as long as they didn’t make any major mistakes, they could continue being undercover.
Chu Yang essentially saved the lives of all of them, and not just once!
It didn’t matter whether Chu Yang was young or what level of martial prowess he had; just this insight alone could be said to be unparalleled in the world!
Chu Yang didn’t even lift a finger or display his martial prowess, yet he managed to subdue this group of unruly members from the Butian Pavilion!
“You’re also an internal traitor? Admitting it yourself? Good, that saves me some trouble.” Chu Yang smiled and said, “Or perhaps, you can tell me something?”
The man smiled and replied, “You didn’t ask about the people before me, so since I’ve stepped forward myself, you definitely shouldn't ask.”
Chu Yang nodded in understanding. The moment he saw this person calmly step forward, he had little hope left. This person was clearly prepared for death, which allowed him to remain so composed.
Chu Yang lightly tapped his fingers on the table and slowly said, “I understand. You people, aside from the diehard loyalists of Diwu Qingrou, have family, children, and elders in their hands; for now, we have no ability to rescue them, and thus we have no conditions to sway you, so I won’t ask.”
“Since that’s the case, I won’t ask you either. If someone wants to commit suicide, it’s quite easy.” Chu Yang smiled.
“The Butian Pavilion indeed has a good leader. The schemes and insight of Chu Imperial Seat are comparable to those of the legendary Lord Diwu; in fact, I would love to see you two fight it out to see who ends up as the victor; too bad I won't be able to witness it.” The man said this with a smile, but a trickle of black blood had already begun to seep from the corner of his mouth; he had bitten through the poison pouch in his mouth before stepping forward.
“Actually, we’ve never seen Diwu Qingrou…” The man’s eyes looked strangely at Chu Yang as he stood upright, losing his breath; after a moment, his body fell down.
But his last words seemed to carry some meaning.
The entire hall was filled with the stench of blood, and it became silent.
Cheng Ziang and the others were somewhat stunned. These people were all spies, yet not a single one surrendered. One by one, they were exposed, yet all died before them. Most of them committed suicide.
What kind of methods must one possess to train such a group of people? Especially the last one, who died with a smile, utterly calm.
Chu Yang looked at the corpse on the ground, his expression heavy. How many people like this were in the hands of Diwu Qingrou? He suddenly felt that the name Diwu Qingrou was like a mountain, looming before him.
Originally, he only knew that Diwu Qingrou was incredibly strong, but after today, Chu Yang’s evaluation of Diwu Qingrou rose to an unprecedented height!
An unprecedented formidable adversary!
Chu Yang smiled faintly, gathering his thoughts, and looked at the remaining people in the hall, saying, “There are still some left; however, I don’t have enough evidence here. For now, I won’t call anyone out by name; anyway, there won’t be any actions in the near future. I hope those remaining can withdraw from the Butian Pavilion as soon as possible. As for those who have been in contact with Diwu Qingrou but haven’t made a decision, I also hope you… decide quickly!”