Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 188 - 72: Assassination Attempt (Part 2)

"Haha..." Jiao Gu looked up and laughed loudly:

"Good!"

"A friend from the main altar is coming later, then we'll see your skills, Madam Qi."

"Don't worry." Madame Qi's eyes were filled with affection, she laughed charmingly:

"I certainly won't disappoint you, Hall Master."

.......

"Zhang Mansion?"

"Beggar Gang?"

Fang Zheng stood in the darkness, watching as Gao Ma entered Zhang Mansion, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Originally thinking it was a small gang targeting Fang Mansion, which could be resolved easily, he didn't expect it to be linked to the Beggar Gang, which made things a bit troublesome.

The Beggar Gang was vast in numbers and power.

And due to the chaos in the city, they had absorbed many experts recently. There were likely dozens of Beggar Gang disciples in Zhang Mansion, even though he was strong, he dared not force his way in.

"I don't think I've offended Jiao Gu, have I?"

Fang Zheng mumbled to himself as he stroked his chin.

Could it be because of that trivial matter with Huo the Third today, and now the Beggar Gang wants to deal with him? That would be too petty, wouldn't it?

Shaking his head, he turned and walked towards Fang Mansion.

Others might be petty, but he had always been very magnanimous.

"Tap..."

His footsteps paused.

Fang Zheng slowly turned around, gazing at the brightly lit Fang Mansion, his eyes flickered, followed by a helpless sigh.

"Alas!"

"Does it have to come to this?"

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"Drink!"

"Brothers, bottom up!"

In the room, several Beggar Gang disciples raised their cups and drank heartily, each with one or two women by their side, some of whom had tears in their eyes.

"Slap!"

A slap landed on a woman's face, the force caused her cheek to swell instantly.

"Crying!"

"What are you crying for?"

"If it weren't for me, you'd have been dead long ago. Now you're just being played with and you dare cry, do you really think I don't have a temper?"

"Calm down, Brother Sun."

"Yeah, yeah, she's not worth it."

"I'm going to the toilet." Huo the Third stood up:

"I'll continue when I get back."

"Hahaha..." someone laughed loudly:

"Huo the Third, you've been running to the loo quite a bit today, were you scared witless at Fang Mansion?"

"Hahaha..."

The crowd burst into laughter.

Huo the Third snorted coldly, turning to leave the room.

The courtyard's architecture had a set design, the toilet would be fixed in some corner of the courtyard, but to a beggar, it didn't matter.

Wherever it's convenient, isn't that convenient?

Finding a secluded spot, Huo the Third untied his belt, ready to relax comfortably, when a cold glint suddenly appeared in front of his neck.

"Don't move."

Fang Zheng, wearing a mask that only revealed his eyes, spoke gruffly:

"Move, and I'll slice your throat."

"Friend, don't be impulsive." Huo the Third's face turned pale, the urgency to relieve himself disappeared, he stammered:

"This is our territory, Master Jiao is inside..."

"Hmm!"

Before he could finish, he felt a pain in his neck, a cool substance was injected into his body.

What is this?

An idea flashed in his mind, then his consciousness blurred, his eyes glazed over, and he involuntarily wet his pants.

'Truth Serum!'

A piece of talisman paper appeared in Fang Zheng's hand, he casually cut off some of Huo the Third's hair and wrapped it around it, chanting softly:

"The four seasons are flourishing, spiritual energy generated; without nurturing the spirit, external demons emerge. Lost in a haze, unconscious and unclear. Hastily as the decree!"

Mind Confusion Technique!

Huo the Third's body stiffened, his back straightened, but his eyes remained vacant and unfocused.

"I ask you."

Fang Zheng began:

"Are you watching Fang Mansion?"

"Yes!"

"Why?"

"Fang Mansion has wealth, beauty, and few guards, it's easy to succeed."

"Succeed?" Fang Zheng squinted his eyes:

"You plan to move against Fang Mansion?"

Not just a spur-of-the-moment decision?

"Yes." Huo the Third nodded:

"Snow is blocking the mountains, the Imperial Court's army can't arrive quickly, Gu'an County is bound to fall into chaos this month, of course we want to take advantage and make a fortune."

"Such opportunities are rare."

"Oh!" Fang Zheng understood:

"It seems you're not only targeting Fang Mansion."

"Yes." Huo the Third nodded:

"Also Mi Mansion, He Mansion..."

"Aren't you afraid of repercussions?"

"As long as we take care of each level, no one will care, and with the city in chaos, we can blame it on White Lotus Sect's demons."

"Clever."

Fang Zheng nodded:

"Where's Jiao Gu?"

"Main house in the back courtyard."

"Thank you." Fang Zheng replied:

"You can leave now."

"Hmm?"

Huo the Third was momentarily confused, a cold gleam flashed in his sight, instinctively his survival instincts told him to dodge, but how could he evade it?

"Pfft!"

The blade sliced through his throat, blood spurted out, and his body convulsed before falling to the ground.

.......

Adjusting his mask, Fang Zheng lightly tapped his foot, his whole body moved like a bat along the wall, lightly landing in the back courtyard.

His ears perked up.

Various chaotic sounds rushed into his eardrums.

In a corner, someone's breathing was steady.

An undercover sentry?

The Beggar Gang in Otherworld could not be judged by the standards of modern people; this neatly stratified, well-structured organization was no mob.

It was a force that could potentially threaten the power of the Imperial Court.

With patrol guards, undercover sentries, elites, and even top-notch Martial Dao inheritance, it survives by sucking the blood of local wealthy merchants.

So much so that despite dynastic changes, they can still stand firm.

"Whew..."

Light Body Technique—Crossing the River on a Reed!

The sound of air being pierced was almost inaudible.

The undercover sentry was quite vigilant, his ears twitched, turning towards the sound, but Fang Zheng was already close, covering the sentry's mouth and nose, slicing his throat in a swift motion.

"Mmm..."

The sentry struggled desperately, but it was futile, his body gradually went limp and fell to the ground.

Fang Zheng sheathed his knife, glancing at the bloodstained blade, his wrist trembled slightly.

"Buzz!"

The blade vibrated rapidly, shaking off the blood immediately, the matte blade was even more inconspicuous in the dark night.

After dealing with several sentries, he's getting closer and closer to the main house.