Chapter Ninety-Nine: Kill Me

“Tu, are we really just going to run off like this? Leaving Bian Min all alone? Isn’t that a bit unfair?”

“Fairness?” Tu Junfang slipped his hands into his pockets and looked at the young man speaking with a cold smile. “Fairness is something only the righteous care about. We’re full-blooded; it’s already good enough that we didn’t strike him when he was down.”

“Besides, I’ve already told him everything I needed to say. If he still won’t listen, then he’s looking for his own death. No one else is to blame.” Tu Junfang said lazily.

“Tu, who was that person just now? Why is everyone so afraid of him?” The speaker was a newcomer, recently initiated as a full-blooded, lacking much standing. He had come on this mission to Dragon-Tiger Mountain and was mixed up with people like Bian Min.

To him, Tu Junfang was already one of the elite few among the supernatural beings. If even someone like Tu feared that person, it naturally piqued his curiosity.

“Really want to know?”

“Yeah, yeah.” The young man nodded eagerly.

“All right.” Tu Junfang smiled faintly. “There’s a rice noodle shop just ahead. I’ve heard it’s quite good. It’s probably still open at this hour. We have nothing better to do, so why not stop by?”

“What do you think...”

“Sounds good. I’ll treat.” The young newcomer confidently patted his chest, taking it upon himself to pay the bill.

“Good spirit,” Tu Junfang chuckled, patting the young man’s shoulder. “Let’s go. As we walk, I’ll tell you. Some things aren’t exactly secret among full-blooded, but when it comes to the deeper truth, very few know. I’m one of the few who do.”

“Is that so?” The young man’s eyes widened, sensing he was about to hear some shocking gossip. His ears pricked up, alert and attentive.

“The man who just arrived is Ye Yan. You may be new to the circle, but surely you’ve heard of him. That guy is Xia He’s man.”

“You mean the Watchman? The Watchman is Xia He’s man?”

The young man racked his brain, finally recalling the significance of the name, and couldn’t help but draw in a sharp breath.

“So, like I said, Bian the Fatty, that loudmouth, was doomed. It was only a matter of time.” Tu Junfang popped a candy into his mouth, then continued, “He just didn’t know how petty Ye Yan is. Haha... If he had known, he wouldn’t have acted like that.”

Tu Junfang laughed, completely unmoved by the fact that their companion was about to die.

All full-blooded are the same.

Tu Junfang’s tone was casual, but the young man sensed deeper meaning. “Tu, from what you’re saying, you’ve met him before?”

“Yeah.” Tu Junfang didn’t hide it. “A few days ago, over in the Southern Border, I happened to run into him. It was because of that encounter that things went south for me there. Ended up having to sit through a long tea session at the company.”

“The Watchman really is that strong?”

As a rookie, the young man had no clear sense of power rankings in the circle. Tu Junfang’s words left him baffled but deeply impressed.

Seeing the youngster’s exaggerated expression, Tu Junfang found it amusing. He hadn’t seen such an innocent full-blooded newbie in a long time.

He thought for a moment and said offhandedly, “You’re interesting. Now that Bian’s out of the picture, come stick with me.”

...

With a thunderous explosion, the hotel wall suddenly shattered.

Immediately after, a blood-streaked fat man was hurled out from the breach by a force, tracing a crimson arc under the moonlight before crashing heavily onto the cement floor.

“Pfft!”

Three stories high isn’t much for a supernatural being, but Bian Min had suffered severe injuries in the fight just before.

The combined force of gravity and the fall caused secondary wounds, rupturing the still-forming scabs on his body. He looked like a bloated gourd pulled from a pool of blood.

Before Bian Min could struggle to rise, Jin Erpeng, hovering in midair, dove down and pinned him firmly to the ground, preventing any escape.

In a short time, Ye Yan leapt out through the hole smashed by the Spirit-Shattering Hammer, landing steadily as he approached Bian Min.

Gripping Bian Min’s throat with one hand, lifting him off the ground, Bian’s eyes suddenly widened like copper mirrors, bloodshot.

Cornered to such an extent, Bian Min knew survival was a luxury today. He didn’t beg for mercy.

Instead, he spat out a curse.

“Ye Yan, nmsl.”

“Ha, well, I didn’t expect you still had some backbone,” Ye Yan said with a grim chuckle.

“Hmph. If I die by your hand, then my life as Bian Min wasn’t for nothing. If you have the guts, kill me. In eighteen years, I’ll be back and better than ever.”

Though Bian Min was a lowlife, he had pride. At this moment, he didn’t plead but wished for a quick death.

Hearing that, Ye Yan laughed again. “Death? You think death is the end?”

“Don’t worry. Scum like you won’t die easily. You probably don’t know the Watchman has his own system for souls. You won’t even make it to the Six Realms.”

Without further words, Ye Yan snapped Bian Min’s neck.

The instant breath left him, an empty demon banner flew out from behind Ye Yan, its deep green light enveloping Bian Min’s body, drawing his ugly, shriveled soul out and branding it.

Bathed in the green glow, Bian Min’s soul fully entered the state of vaporization transformation.

Once the transformation succeeded, Bian Min would become one of the many banner demons, retaining some of his strength.

Filling a vacancy, so to speak.

Though trash, he was still a supernatural being and thus useful.

At worst, he could serve as magical material—call it secondary recycling.

With Bian Min dealt with, Ye Yan turned to Jin Erpeng, who stood nearby with outstretched wings.

“Erpeng, later you add this guy to the Spirit Banner Squad. Twice a day, eight in the morning and eight at night, give him a good beating. Don’t let him rest.”

“Got it?”

Ye Yan never gave a good ending to those who crossed him.

For ordinary people, death is just death. But if it falls into the Watchman’s hands, death is no release—it is torment.

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