GBP Chapter 151, Memories 18 - Punishment and Near Death
Chapter 151, Memories 18 - Punishment and Near Death
The two bundles, round and bulging, made two muffled thuds on the ground before rolling a few more times.
The blood-stained fabric was spread out, and two faces that Xie Yan had seen not long ago were reflected in her eyes.
He remained silent, his gaze, carrying a hint of coldness, slowly sweeping across the two faces before finally settling on Han Feng.
"You did it?"
Faced with Xie Yan's questioning, Han Feng chuckled softly, "If you're referring to these two, then it was indeed my doing."
He paused, then added, "Oh, but I didn't say anything."
"You probably don't know this, but the host is extremely suspicious. Ever since you became the number one in the organization, he has been secretly sending people to monitor you."
"But you are too meticulous and vigilant, and almost no one can monitor you in secret without being detected. So the host changed his approach and started monitoring the people around you."
As he spoke, Han Feng let out a light sigh and glanced at the two severed heads on the ground.
"Fortunately, they're not as difficult as you."
Xie Yan remained silent, her dark eyes fixed on Han Feng.
The two remained in this silent standoff for a long time.
The sun, high in the sky, was already high in the horizon, and the assassins around them couldn't help but start to stir.
A withered leaf was blown by the wind, twirled a few times in mid-air, and drifted to Xie Yan's front, blocking his view.
The next moment, a long sword gleaming with cold light suddenly flew out, splitting the withered leaf in two, and shot straight toward Xie Yan's face!
As if it were a signal, the surrounding crowd instantly converged, and dozens of swords and knives rained down on Xie Yan—
Inside the Fengyun Tower—
Dongfang Yuan sat at the head of the table, looking at the dossier in his hand with a cold smile, "That's quite a good idea."
"Once these files are handed over to the Martial Alliance, my Fengyun Tower will likely become the target of everyone's attacks and will surely face great disaster."
He sneered and without hesitation threw all the files in his hand into the burning brazier beside him.
The flames grew ever brighter, the tongues of fire dancing wildly, gradually devouring whatever had been thrown in.
Dongfang Yuan watched coldly as the flames gradually burned all the papers away before slowly lifting his eyelids to look down.
In the center of the hall, a person was kneeling, tightly chained.
The man's hair was disheveled, and his white shirt was soaked in blood, with blood still seeping out intermittently.
But he seemed oblivious, not even raising his head when facing Dongfang Yuan, just looking down at the ground, silent and motionless.
"It's just a pity that you're still too young."
Dongfang Yuan scoffed, glancing disdainfully at the person in front of him as if he were looking at an ignorant child.
"So what if you're cured? Do you really think you can escape my grasp unscathed?"
He stood up, walked down step by step, and came to Xie Yan. In a mocking tone, he said, "Tell me, what should I do with you?"
Even though Xie Yan remained silent and ignored him, Dongfang Yuan didn't care at all. Instead, he was in a good mood and asked for the opinions of the people next to him.
"Han Feng, what do you say?"
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Han Feng, with a smile on his face, slowly walked to Dongfang Yuan's side.
Seeing Xie Yan's expressionless face, his clear voice stood out in the quiet hall: "Reporting to the Lord, what crime do you wish to charge this person with?"
"Oh?"
Upon hearing this, Dongfang Yuan showed a rare interest. "What's the explanation?"
Han Feng lowered his head slightly, a smile playing on his lips, and said, "According to the custom in this building, those who commit theft should be given fifty strokes of the cane and then imprisoned in the water dungeon."
"As for those who defect, they can either be executed on the spot, or they can be thrown into the cave of ten thousand snakes to suffer the torment of being devoured in body and mind."
"According to the original poster, should this person be charged with theft or defection?"
After hearing Han Feng's words, Dongfang Yuan gently stroked his chin, while his playful gaze kept lingering on Xie Yan.
After a long pause, a meaningful smile appeared on his lips, and he said, "This man has committed both crimes; theft and escape are both unforgivable."
"Therefore, let's first give him fifty lashes, and then throw him into the cave of ten thousand snakes."
Upon hearing Dongfang Yuan's verdict, Han Feng raised an eyebrow slightly but said nothing more.
He waved his hand, and two men immediately stepped forward, grabbed Xie Yan's arms, and ruthlessly pressed him to the ground.
Then, two more people stepped forward carrying wooden planks.
As the powerful blows of the board fell repeatedly on Xie Yan's body, the already pervasive smell of blood in the air became even stronger.
The veins on his hands bulged, and cold sweat poured from his forehead.
Each thud of the board was extremely dull, yet he gritted his teeth and remained silent.
At the same time, accompanied by the sound of the board hitting the paddle, Dongfang Yuan spoke again.
His tone was sinister and fierce as he said, "You all should watch closely to see what happens to those who betray Fengyun Tower."
Everyone held their breath and watched. The hall was silent except for the sound of the board hitting the floor and Xie Yan's barely audible groans.
The punishment of fifty strokes was neither too much nor too little, and was completed in a short time.
The blood-stained board was retrieved, and blood continued to seep from the person lying on the ground. Their clothes were tattered beyond recognition, and the bloody flesh beneath was faintly visible.
Xie Yan remained motionless, and it was unclear whether she had fainted; even her breathing was so faint that it seemed to have disappeared.
Dongfang Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the person at his feet, a hint of disgust in his expression.
"Take him away and throw him into the Cave of Ten Thousand Snakes."
As Dongfang Yuan's voice fell, Xie Yan was dragged up from the ground and carried away.
He walked over to Han Feng, patted him on the shoulder, and said with undisguised admiration, "Han Feng, you did a great job this time."
Han Feng lowered his head, a perfectly appropriate smile on his face: "This is what I should do."
Dongfang Yuan nodded in satisfaction: "Then the finishing touches are up to you."
"Yes."
Han Feng watched Dongfang Yuan leave, then lowered his eyes, and the smile on his lips slowly faded.
A moment later, he lifted his foot and followed the long trail of blood.
The Cave of Ten Thousand Snakes is not inside the Wind and Cloud Tower, but in a cave not far from here.
It is cold and damp here, and is shrouded in darkness all year round, where the light of the sun and moon cannot penetrate.
Even if you go in with a candle lit, you will soon be swallowed up by the darkness of this cave.
The stones blocking the entrance to the cave were pushed aside.
Inside, countless snakes were coiled together, their tongues flicking and hissing.